Passionate criminals

Chapter 1; How it all began..

    It seems like ever since I was a young child my life has been a dramatic tv show. At the age of ten is when I think everything really changed. My family and I decided to move across the state, my sister ( recently graduated high school) wanted to stay behind with her boyfriend. So she did so , never returning or reaching out to our family. It left us devastated, my mom went insane with different theories of what had happened. To this day it has been seven years since we saw my sister, and I still don't have a solid reasoning to why. Not only did this event start a title wave of dramatic events and fights. But I went from a terrified 13 year old to now 7 years later a fearce mother of two myself. Living in the city of Reign, in a apartment that's monthly rent costed more than what my parents made in their entire life. I live with my high school sweetheart and my two babies..  After my sister disappeared, my mom got extremely depressed, started to shop online, drink more, now I see she was trying to find some temporary happiness to hide her heartbreak. At this time my father and my mom weren't  handling the extra stress well. My dad a heavy tempered person as is, started renting up his anger. It started from sleeping in different beds because of "snoring" to constant heated arguments when my dad got home from work. I should add at this time my mom started to keep secrets of our family. They days lasted forever I hated the part of day where my dad would come home and make me go with him on his job sites. Constantly picking at everything about my mom and myself because I looked so much like her. During the times where he wasn't in a rage, he taught me a lot about how getting away with illegal activities. I knew hot to hot wire a car by the time I was 12. But then again he would see me and all he thought of was my mother and all the anger raged him. One specific day my dad came home a half an hour earlier. He entered the room and demanded my brother and I to leave. My parents never were shy about their hatred to each other so the fact my father wanted us out let me know how bad it really must of been. all I heard was shouting and screaming. All the sudden my moms rushing in the room telling us to get ready to go. My dad had kicked us out. All I could hear my father ramble about is my mother being a worthless whore and stealing  500,000 from him. We packed what we could and started walking, my father took all the car keys. We walked into the night full of silence.