I sat at the kitchen table, spinning my phone around until something came up. I didn't have any friends so instead I waited on any uploads or updates on Wattpad and YouTube.
The room was grudgingly fortified by a vicious light the desperately tried to penetrate the heavy though used curtains. Dust floated through the light that beamed through the room.
I jumped as my father walked through the door, eyeing me forward.
My facial muscles tightened, ready for him to make his strike.
He shoves his money into his pocket.
WHAM!!!
My face stung and as did my eyes. A numb and though painful affect. Like jammed faucets , I refused to cry.
"What is this!" He yelled ; voice toned so deep yet raised so high like a pit-less ocean. He held up a hand made though woven bracelet.
"Mom put that in a box for my 17th birthday." I gulped. My legs felt like jello and my stomach sank.
For years I've felt trapped behind these stoned-cement walls. No one listening, no one there. Just a bunch of thoughts I've bottled up over the years with no outlet.
He threw the bracelet on the table.
"I'm having someone coming over and all you can do is be a little bitch like your mother was!"
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The Pack
Teen FictionAraa inherited her mothers power of becoming a "skin walker" and faces many challenges from hiding behind her own walls into this unbearable war between the forces of souls. Meeting others like Fletcher is when her world changes the way she se...
