Hi! This is my first story, I hope it's not too bad! Thanks for reading!
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Ambers POV:
Today i'm finally getting an apartment, since my parents are getting sick and tired of taking care of me. They never took care of me anyway, my siblings just have the spotlight. My parents literally act like they worship them or something. I have 3 younger siblings, Claire is 12, she has light brown hair and hazel eyes. She is sassy and spoiled, she has an iPad, iPod, Apple computer, iPhone, Flatscreen TV and a wii with about 20 games!
Mason is 7, he's an angel. Sure, he's spoiled, but he actually notices me and loves me. He has dark brown hair and blue eyes, kind of reminds me of Ian.
and Veronica is 3. She has dirty blonde hair and green eyes. She's not much of an angel, but she's not terrible. She throws tantrums if she doesn't get what she wants.
~~Le me downstairs
"AMBER! WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE THE DAUGHTER WE ASKED FOR!?" Yelled my mom, Susan.
"YOU'RE SO FUCKING USELESS! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT, NASTY BITCH!" My dad, Mark, yelled.
"S-sorry..." Was all I could get out before walking out the door. I just need some fresh air.
I finally found a park to rest at, walking for so long exhausted me. I sat on a slide and look at my phone. It was 4:30 and i'm getting hungry. Shit, I have no money and my parents wont 'waste' food by feeding me. I took a deep breath and sighed. I plug my headphones on my phone, go to Youtube and watch Smosh videos to cheer me up.
~TIMESKIP, WHEEWWW..(Cool sound effects, huh?)
After watching smosh for however long, I finally decide to walk home. It's getting dark and I don't think It would be safe out here, I heard there was a robbery close by a few days ago.
~After an hour of walking~
I finally made it home and open the door, I head straight to my room to avoid being yelled at. But I wasn't quick enough obviously, they must've heard me come in. Great, i'm gonna get it now.
"AMBER! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? RUNNING AWAY TO GET OUT OF YOUR 'chores'!" My dad yelled.
"It's my fucking life! I don't need your bullshit!" I yelled back
Bam. My dad just punched me in the stomach.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK BACK TO ME?! HERES WHAT YOU GET" My dad kicked my face, my chest, my stomach, every single part of my body. Now there I lay, on the bloodstained carpet, crying silently. It hurt too much to make noise.
And so, I blacked out from all the pain.
