The Last God Standing

Chapter 4: Stories To Be Told

Egde POV

I felt like going first to speak of my story, so questions wouldn't be asked again. I got interrupted, though.

"I'll go first since I knew all of  you guys before I came to highschool," she said. I stayed quiet as she agreed to the quietness. I sat in my chair very uncomfortable and waited until she started.

"Let's start," she said," A long time ago in New York. I was born on 1998, January 25." she said. "It didn't know if was a terrible day for me or others I cared for. My mother a smoker and drug user. My father a criminal and drug dealer paired with my mother became perfect criminals together. Then when they gave birth to me, not in a hospital, and that was the worst day. They didn't care until had a ton of health problems. I had to deal it with myself. I didn't learn my alphabets until I was 10. I had to learn it by myself. I tried my hardest to survive then they treated me like a slave," she said.

*Flashback* (Third Person)

"What are doing!?" Harper said has she threw a glass vase onto Peyton head.

"Um..! Cleaning the room, ma'am," Peyton said nervously. She was more worried about what happens next than the big cut on her head that was dripping down.

"Well get your butt out there and make us more drugs," Harper yelled as she threw a kick to her stomach to get out.

Peyton walk fast and went to the secret room where they made drugs and weed. She patch up her cut and started to roll up weed than an hour later she went to make the pills.

When she was done and grabbed the basket to show them. She went to the living room to show them that she made 1000 each. she stopped behind the wall to eavesdropped on them talking.

"Hahaha!," Harper laugh with enjoyment," This is the life, hon." Peyton knew that they were drunk and that was the only time she had advantage.

"We have we what need here to be happy," said Trevor, Peyton father.

"Money, drugs, guns, and a 14 year old doing our dirty work and she has to do whatever we say," said Harper. Peyton knew she mention her because of everything she said related to her. She was about to cry, but sucked it up and went to make more drugs. She sat down and made 4,000 more of each while thinking of all those years from 4 to 14 years old.

Surprisingly, in 3 hours she finish and started to carry the two basket full of them. She started to walk upstairs with the basket full of them.

When she started to get to get closer to the door, she started heard something she thought will never come. Sirens. She was about to cry as ran to the door. Suddenly, the door burst open as Harper, Trevor, and Peyton fell to the ground.  She dropped both of her baskets full of drugs.

"Peyton! What are you doing down here!?" yelled Trevor as he slapped her. She fell to the floor. Harper close the door and ran to her.

"Your suppose to be bait to get the cops off of us! " said Harper as she threw her across the room. Starting to cry, Peyton thought this will never end.

A pounding on the door came.

" Open up!" shouted a man. Peyton felt a warm in her heart. 

"Now or on the count of three!" he shouted,"1....2..3!" they broke the door off its hinges and ran through. Trevor grabbed Peyton and pointed the gun at her head. The police backed off.

"One more step, and her head is off," Trevor said with a smile. Trevor and Harper slowly walked around and on their way to the door. Peyton wanted this to end this. She push up his arm then everything went into slower.