Why Is The Question

Prologue

 

A week ago. A week ago is when I all happened. When my life came tumbling down right in front of me. And I couldn’t stop it. Nothing I could do would make me forget what happened, a week ago.

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Me, laying on my bed on an ordinary Saturday night. Nothing to do, no one to see. This is what my life consisted of. Nothingness. Blasting my favorite band through my phone while on my laptop. Rolling from side to side trying to get off my stomach.

I know what you’re thinking and no I am not fat. Just lazy. Very lazy. Finally rolling up on my back to swing my legs over the bed. Standing up and sluggishly walking over to my desk to get my Pringles. Ahh...my precious. So delicious they are. Filling your mouth with flavor. Yum.

Walking back over to my bed with a pep in my step now since I have my precious. Flopping in to the bed thinking what I would want to do next. Hmm…..I’m thinking Wattpad. Wattpad is amazing for books and the different types. Ah...with Pringles and Wattpad pure bliss right now.

Logging on, seeing there is any new update. I type in for Accidental Reconnection. No new updates so far for this book any way. Going to my notifications seeing there are no new update. Just great. Let’s give Wattpad a slow clap no updates. Well beggars can’t be choosey.

Hearing the front door slam from down stair. Uh oh. He’s back. The bane of my existence.  

He the drunken, stupid, idiotic prick known as my STEP father Ross. My real dad dies from lung cancer last year. It was already too far progressed when they found it. They did everything they could. You can only hold out and wait for so long before the body gives out. We had a really good connection. Maybe even better one than I have with my mom.

"Why-Why are you so bitchy, God your-you’re so bitchy!" I heard Ross slur and yell at my mom.

“Where’s that little girl. J-jo. Jo Davis! Where are you!?” I heard him stomping around downstairs getting closer to the steps.

"You won’t touch my daughter! Why do you act like a complete ass when you’re drunk! “I heard mom yelled back. She was a fighter. I don’t know even why she got remarried in the first place. I could understand but to him. Really? As my thoughts ran rapid in my head it went deathly silent

"I think you need to leave. I can't do this anymore! I'm going to file for divorce. So get your shit and leave! “Mom said back. Her voice softened as she did. Wonder what’s wrong with her.

My thoughts started to move again and it went silent again. Then I heard moving, screams, and a door slam shut. It was silent again. Wow a lot of silent moments in this house huh?

I went to see what happen. Creeping down the steps, hearing some squeak under my bare feet. Now I wish I had come down earlier or not at all.  My mom was laying on the floor with a pool of blood around her and knife in her chest. All I could do was stare. He really did it.

He always said he would kill her. I never thought he would do it though. Boy was I wrong. I saw her chest moving up and down a little. Running over to her, not caring about the blood at all.

I would never forget the words that left her mouth that day. For it was the last words that she ever said, especially to me. I picked her up in my arms and cradled her.

“I’m so-sorry. Jo. I-I’m”

“Stop mom, don’t speak. We are going to get you help alright?” I couldn’t stop the tears that we’re slowly falling.  

"Jo I-I love you so m-much. Sorry for t-the hell you have b-been in recently.  I-l love you, and look on the b-bright side I get to see your f-father again. "

2 minutes after she said that she died, right in my arms. Both parents dead.  I can't help but blame myself.  I could have saved my mother. But someone please answer this question.

"Why me, just why!?"

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Hey my penguins, think this book going to be my favorite out of all that I've made. I will try to post every weekend, and if during the week if I am in the flow and mood. I will have someone editing and she is a good friend of mine, you can find @princessdoglover.

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