Too Much To Keep In.

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Chapter 1

Hayley's POV

 All I heard was sceaming and shouting. I wanted to go see what all the commotion was about.  The rain was hitting the rooftop hard which frightened me. I tried calling out for my dad but he didn't respond. It was only 02.30AM. I crept out of my room and kneeled down behind the sofas. I saw my father, my hero laying on the floor with bruises all over his face. 3 large built men surrounded him. They all were covered in black from head to toe.

One of them said "Hurry finish the job! We haven't got much time for this nonesense"

My head started spinning. I coulnd't bare to see my daddy laying there. Praying for someone to come and help him. Me and my dad made eye contact. He looked at me smiling saying "I love you my beautiful baby girl." All of a sudden I heard a BANG! A loud gunshot went striaght into my father's stomach. The men ran out of our home. I ran to where my dad was laying. My heart started to beat faster. "Daddy?" All he did was smile. "What happened?" At that point I was sobbing. Blood was gushing from where he was shot. I didn't know what to do.  I place my hand on his check. My tears softly fell onto his forehead.

"Listen Hayley this is our last time together. These men killed your mother and now me. Your a strong and good girl and I love you. Dont get yourself into trouble sweety. and Please remember that I will always love you." At that my father's eyes were closed. He had stopped breathing.

"NOOOOOOOOO! DAD!  THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING" I cried.

I woke up sweating, crying and panting. My eyes were red and my pillow was wet because of all my tears.  I still can't get my head around the fact that this had happened for real. 

"Not again" I sighed. I have been having the same dream for the past 5 years ever since my father was murdered. When I was only 13, I had to witness all of this. My childhood was taken away from me. I have had many sleepless nights. Many tears I have cried over the past years. With no father nor mother I had lived with a family friend. Edward Gomez. He was my father's only friend. His best friend. He had been extremely good to my family and now he has taken me in as his own child.

I really do love Edward. We live in the wonderful Miami. My father left me all his money. He owned businesses all over the world. This is why he had people hunting for him. Wanting him dead. Since the day my father died I promised myself and my parents that I would bring them justice. I will hunt those fuckers that took my parent's life. Edward knows about my promise and he is the only one. He has trained me to fight, use guns and most important to be clever at all times. He has been training me for the past 5 years. I am now 18 years old and I am have almost finished high school. 

I HATE school with such great passion.  I have to keep my life a secret. Nobody knows what really happened and it will remain like that.

It was alreaydy 6:30am and time to get ready for school. I was average height for an 18 year old. I was tall and my legs were wonderfully long. My long yet wavey brunnette hair went with my sky blue eyes. I went into the shower. All that crying made my eyes red and I had bags under my eyes.  Things where not going good. I took a long deep breath in before the cold water from the shower hit the top of my head. It felt extremely refreshing. 

I was all ready for school. Maria the housekeeper was making pancakes. But I really wasn't that hungry.

"Hello Miss.Hayley. How are you today? Would you like some freshly made pancakes?" She said with her Spanish accent. 

"Maria! How many times do I tell you?! Don't call me Miss. We're like sisters and your calling me Miss." I laughed and gave her a hug. She was only 25 years old. She was a beautiful person; inside & out. 

"I think its time I should go now. See ya later" I gave her a quick hug and walked out of the door.

I made my way to the garage where I kept my car. My white audi A5.  My pride and joy. Edward got it for me for my 18th birthday. He said I've been training hard and I deserved this. 

I finally reached the school grounds.  I parked my car and went into school. I quickly made my way to my locker to see my bestest friend Gabriella standing there waiting for me.

"Chicka?! Where the hell have you been?! I've been waiting for your ass for the past 15 minutes" She said. She was proper Latino. She had all the curves. Pretty face. Beautiful hair. 

"Sorry babe. My mistake" I said giving her a hug.

The bell rang which made both of us jump.  We both had English. I loved English with passion. It was an amazing subject. 

"Ah jesus christ. Not that wretched woman for English today. God help me!" Gabriella complained.

"Oh shush Gabrielle. Miss. Hucthinson ain't that bad y'know." That girl made me laugh.

"How's things at home chicka?" Gabrille was concered.

Oh she knows about my life as well and only her. I can trust this girl with everything and anything.

"Same old I guess." A sigh escaped from my mouth.

We took our seats and Miss started the lesson. There was a knock on the classroom door. 

"Come on in" Miss said

"Um, Hey. I'm new here and I sorta got lost." He said turning red

I couldn't help but burst into laughter. 

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I am SO sorry." I tried to hold in the giggles but it was out of my control. 

"Hayley behave!" Miss said. "Class, this is Daniel Saint-Claire, he's new here. Please make him feel welcome. Daniel got take a seat beside Hayley. Maybe she could make it up for laughing unnecessarily" Miss had her eyebrow raised.

Daniel wasn't bad looking at all. He had long blonde hair which convered his eyes. Light green eyes. Pearl white teeth and rosy lips that looked yummy. I couldn't help but stare.

I began to ask myself where the heck I have heard that surname from. Then it hit me.

Saint-Claire?! No fucking way! My palms became sweaty and my heart started to race. My vision became blurry and I became light-headed.

"U-um M-m-miss? C-can I go to the school n-nurse, I don't feel too good" My head was spinning. I couldn't think straight. The memories came rushing back. I stood up but before I knew it  I collapsed onto the floor and my vision was completely blacked out.

So guys who do you think this "Saint-Claire" person is?!

VOTE && COMMENT

Sorry for any bad grammar or mistake 

I'll try and upload as soon as possible.

Maryamaa x

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 07, 2012 ⏰

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