The Black Roses

My clock hit 2:31 in the morning, and I quietly got out of my warm, cozy bed. I tip toed to my bedroom door, quietly opening it to peep my big green eyes out. Nobody was awake at this time, not even the maids, but I still needed to make sure. Knowing I was in the clear, I quickly but quietly closed my bedroom door.

I then tip toed to my gigantic closet and began to search for my luggage. Cookie, one of my many dogs, got up from her bed and started to walk to me. I have exactly eleven dogs, each well trained, and most of them are rescue pups.

Cookie is an all black Chihuahua, with a patch of brown fur circulating her left eye. She only had two front legs because the two back legs had to get amputated when we recued her from a car incident. After many years of hard work and training, Cookie was back on her feet.

The next three dogs I have are all from the same pact, which is why I believe they're alot closer to eachother than to all the other dogs. Their names are Lucas, Lenni, and Larry. They're all black and white pit bulls, the friendliest ones you'll ever meet.

I found them in the forest behind my house one day with their mother.. All four of them were alone and afraid, which broke my heart into millions of tiny pieces.

One day I decided to bring food to them, but the mother didn't trust me, so when I tried feeding the pups, she bit my hand. That led to a week in the hospital receiving all types of shots and medicine. My father, being the awful man he is, wanted to put the the doggies to sleep.

I begged him not to, he said no at first, but eventually he gave in due to my constant begging. After I earned the mothers trust, I took all four in. They were all trained and got healthy, all except for the mother.

She had died from sickness, a sickness she received from protecting her pups from the terribles dangers of nature. After her funeral, I promised myself to take care of her pups in her honor.

My two poodles, Daisy and Arly, were a gift to me from my late mother. She had them trained almost six years ago, when I was twelve. So I dont really know much about them.

Now the next five are Lula, Peanut, Mimi, Lea, and Pawl. They're all from the same pack because their parents are Daisy and Lucas. The birth was gross, but I made it through.

I had finally found my luggage after ten long minutes of searching. I dragged all twelve of them to my bedroom to start putting the plan into action.

Unzipping them all, I began to pack all the items in my room, including my doggies items. It had took me at least half an hour to empty my room and fill the luggages.

It was 3:17 now and I needed to hurry up with the plan. What is the plan you might say? Well, I'm running away from this hell hole. Let me explain.

My father is the owner of a large company that spreads all over the world. He's a millionaire basically. But, thats not the only way he makes money, how else? Hes the leader of the Vicious Viper Mafia.

Crazy Huh? I found out when I was thirteen, which is also the year my mother died. She was raped and murdered by another gang while I was asleep. When I found her body, I blamed myself for it. I know I couldnt have done anything, but it hurt.

My dad realized that it was time for me to know about the gang, so he held a gang meeting which involved my inconspicuous self.

I was trained till I could murder a person with my bare hands. I was taught sword fighting, how to throw ninja stars, hand to hand combat, and ofcourse gun use.

I never want to hurt anyone because I know I am capable of murder. I'm nothing like my father. He likes murder, and violence, and gory things.

My mother however, was a kind nurturing women. She cared passionately about everyone's health and well being. She took care of many, many animals at an animal clinic in town. Everyine knew her as 'Mother Nature' , but not the literal one of course.

The gang that killed my mother is called The Bronze Dragons. Corny Name Right? Well, my dad hates them, and they hate my dad. But hey, what gang doesnt hate my dad?

Back to the plan. Im turning eighteen next week, which makes me become an officially adult in the court of law. The bad thing about it is that, when I turn eighteen, my father passes the gang and his companies down to me, since hes getting old.

You must be thinking, 'wow thats so cool!' But for me it really isn't. I dont like hurting people, and I dont want to spend the rest of my life running a stupid company.

So before I turn eighteen, I'm leaving this house, and starting a life of my own outside of town.

My father probably will never find me, but if he does, he'll send his men. I don't like hurting people but, when it comes how I want to spend the rest of my life, I decide.

Nobody else. Me.

I stepped infront of the truck of my all black Audi R8 and placed my luggage inside. I made sure it would all fit and that I would have room for my doggies.

After closing the trunk, I set up a comfortable area for my doggies, gently placing them inside one by one.

When everyone was inside, including myself, I pulled out of the garage and began to drive to the secret dirtpath behind my house. I know if I went the other way I'd get caught by the gate security. I am not trying to stay in that place either.

It took me about half an hour to get out of town and into a small town called Schitts Creek. It was still dark outside, but I was starving.

While driving through the vacant streets, I saw a small diner that was still opened, so I decided to grab a bite there.I left my dogs in the car, while I grabbed something to go.

When I was on my way back to my car, I began to hear the sad crying of what sounded like an infant. I followed the noise, which led me to an alley a couple of minutes away.

What I saw, I will never forget.

There was a tall, muscular man, in all black, aiming his gun at another male that was on the ground. The infant was a couple feet away, almost outside of the alley. One step, one step and I can run off with this beautiful child.

He was a baby boy with light ocre skin, and dark brown hair. His eyes reminded me of the ocean at the beach my mom brought me to when I was younger.

This boy was an absolute beauty, I couldnt just leave him there. As I reached for the gun in my purse, the hooded man shot the man on the floor and began to aim the gun at the child.

I could tell the child was scared because of the noise, because when the gun made the loud noise, he began crying even more.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger and shoot the child, I kicked the gun out of his hands, grabbed the child, then sprinted off to my car.

I thought I lost the guy but when I turned around, he was hot on my heels. Luckily, I made it to the car before he got a hold of the child, or me.

I started my car and zoomed out of the street. After about five minutes I slowed down. I was safe with the child, or so I thought.

I looked in the rear view mirror and noticed a black Lamborghini speeding towards my car. At first, I thought it was a regular lunatic, but then I noticed it was the scary man.

Thats when the car chase began.