Bethany's life hasn't been easy. When her boyfriends father abuses her, she finds it difficult to cope when no-one believes her.. Except his mother.
When she takes matter into her own hands to get revenge, she risks going to jail, but with the help...
Have you ever done something that you instantly regret?
Something that could send you to jail...
Would you own up to your mistakes, or would you run from them?
As I tried to run, a gunshot was fired at me.. "You'll regret this, Bethany. Mark my words." the voice called after me.
"Did you really just try and shoot me?" I snapped as I turned to face him.
"Yes. So count yourself lucky I missed.. Because next time, I won't." I took a deep breath as he glared at me, his eyes like daggers. "You know what they don't you?" He said taking a step closer, but then stopped.
Yeah I knew.. But I'm sure he was going to tell me anyway.
"karma. What goes around, comes around."
Karma's a bitch.
As I was lost in my own thoughts, Luke came running over to me at full speed.
"Bethany, we need to get out of here, now." He said, fear filling his eyes. Another gunshot was fired as we stood there.
"You won't get away with this, Bethany. You'll pay for what you've done."
I didn't know whether I wanted to scream, cry, shoot back or just run. My head was a mess.
"Bethany, get out of here. I'll stall them." Luke said as he placed his hands on my shoulders.
I grabbed his jacket and pulled him closer to me and hugged him like my life depended on it.
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"Please be careful, Luke." I whispered.
"Don't worry about me. Just keep yourself safe." He kissed the top of my head and let me go.
"Go." He whispered as he kissed my cheek. I nodded and ran for my life.
I had no idea, how I was going to get out of this, but one thing I did know was that if it wasn't for Luke, I'd probably be dead right now.
***
2 year's ago...
My life hasn't always been great. I lost my dad when I was just 6 years old, so it's just been me, my mom and my sister, Danielle for the last 16 years. My Dad was a real family man. His heart was kind and he was always there for us. My mom took his death the hardest. She always put on a brave face for me and Danielle, but we knew different. Many times we would walk past her room and hear her crying her heart out. She'd scream, she'd shout, but she never done it front of us.
I lived with my mom up until a month ago when I moved out to go and live with my best friend, Patricia. She's bubbly, bright, absolutely gorgeous, bold, confident and says what she thinks. She has no filter whatsoever, but I love that about her.
