The Bad Boy Likes Mysterious

Hey guys, this is my first proper book.

Hope you all like it.

This book has a little bit of me in it, mainly with Chloe's personality and how she acts so in a way i am also giving you all a little taste of myself.

Editing will be done later, just try to ignore them.

Love you all,

Hannah xo

Prologue:

You know the feeling you get when something bad and unexpected happens?

You feel as if the whole world stops at that one moment, like time is frozen?

Well that's what I'm feeling right now.

Everything bad and tragic that happens to you in your life is what defines who you are. It tears you apart and when you have to resume back to where time stopped and continue forward to pick up the pieces, how you deal with it and get through it, is what defines you as a person. If you give up and don't deal with it and take the easy way out, you are weak and a coward. If you be strong and at least try to fix what is broken, you are described as brave.

I have no idea where i fit into those categories.

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Im sitting here staring in disbelief at the 150" television in this massive house i call home.

'Armil family dies in car crash' is written across the news headline.

Armil, is in John Armil, my father? No that cant be true, it has to be a different Armil family.

"John Armil, Stephanie Armil and Lexi Armil were discovered in their family car, wrapped around a pole this morning at approximately 10:30. It is believed the family had been driving to visit an old family friend of theirs when an animal ran in front of their car and swerved them of the road. John Armil who was driving the car died instantly at impact along with 17 year-old Lexi Armil. Stephanie Armil, wife and mother passed away shortly after arriving at St. Josephs hospital. 17 year-old Chloe Armil was missing from the tragedy and is to be believed to be sitting at home suffering from the flu."

No, no, this has to be a dream. I slap myself across the face a couple of times to try and wake myself up from the retched nightmare. I don't wake up, this isn't a dream Chloe.

I stare at the mug of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table, my dad had made me a little over a hour ago. He can't be gone, mum can't be gone, Lexi, my twin sister can't be gone.

I hear a knock at the door, i don't reply. I have nothing in me, i feel empty; numb.

"Chloe?" I hear a lady call my name.

A woman around my mother's age sees me and walks toward be. She has a tear stained face and her eyes are red and puffy with a trail of mascara running down her cheeks. I recognise her as one of the ladies on the news. She's the friend my family were going to visit, she flew in from California a few days ago to catch up with my mum. My mother and her went to school together, i think.

"Chloe," she whispers my name. She looks at me with concern written on her face.

I stare at her, feeling only numbness from within. How could this have happend? I ask myself.

"My name is Melissa, i know you're parents," she tells me. "Knew your parents," she corrects herself.

They're gone, i tell myself. They're gone.

Tears well up in my eyes and threaten to spill onto my cheeks, i let them. I break down and let out my anger and grief. Melissa wraps her lanky arms around my small frame and runs her finger through my hair, attempting to soothe me.

"Sh, sh, sh. It's alright. Shhhhhhhhh."

It's not alright.

My family are all gone.