I was 14 at the time. I walked home from school, knowing what I would come home to. It was what I came home to everyday.
I walked in the front door, and the scene that was unfolding before me couldn't be real. My mom was laying on the floor. She wasn't moving a muscle. I couldn't even see her breathing. I went over to her and felt for a pulse. Nothing. There was nothing. She was dead. My mother was dead.
I looked down at her arm. The syringe was still in her arm. Heroine. I knew my parents have been doing drugs. It shouldn't surprise me that she overdosed.
My mother has never been much of a mother to me. She was always getting drunk or high while my dad was abusing me. Yet I'm still somehow upset by her being dead. I shed a few tears.
I went to find my father. I searched in his bedroom first and found him in the bathroom drinking beer.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" he screamed at me. He began raising his hand up, preparing to hit me, but froze when I spoke.
"Mom is dead." I told him.
"DO YOU THINK I GIVE A SHIT?!" He raised his hand back up again. I knew this was going to hurt. He smacked me straight across my jaw and I fell to the floor. Black spots slowly filled up my vision, and then it all went black. That's all I remember.
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I became conscious again a while after. I don't know where I am. It looks like a basement. I was laying on a dirty mattress and there was a bucket across the room. That was all that was down here. It was cold and dark. The floor and walls were stone. Why was I here?
I walked up the stairs that were down here and there was a door at the top of them. I tried opening it, but it was locked. Why was I locked in a basement?
I attempted opening the door again, with no luck. Then the door flew open, and my dad was standing in front of me.
"YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO TRY ESCAPE! Do you understand me?!" He punched me hard in my stomach and I fell down the stairs. The door slammed again and I heard it lock.
My dad had kidnapped me. This was where I lived for the next 3 months. I was raped by my dad so many times that I lost count. I was constantly being hit. My life was hell, but there's nothing that I could do about it.
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A/N - hope you liked the first chapter! this was just to introduce you to Kayla and to tell about her past. Don't forget to vote/comment!(:
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The Boy Next Door (a Nash Grier Fanfic)
FanfictionKayla Jacob is a teen from Arizona. She tries to live the life of a normal teenager, but she has had a rough past filled with alchohol, drugs and abuse. She lives with her foster parents. She doesn't share her past with anyone. One day she meets a b...
