Teach Me Your Ways

Chapter one

Hi guys, this is my first book so please be patient with everything. Teach Me Your Ways is a book of drama, romance, and fiction. There's a lot of corrections and changes I have to make I know, but I hope you guys enjoy it! xoxo, D.

Seventeen hours, twenty-three minutes, and two seconds. For seventeen hours, twenty-three minutes and two seconds, I've prayed for you to make it through this. For seventeen hours, twenty-three minutes, and two seconds, I've squeezed your hand begging you to wake up. Yet the odds were not in my favor.

"Anything Doc, please, anything but this," I cry to the doctor as the monotone beep goes off revealing the straight, life destroying line. I tightly hugs the limp, lifeless body lying on the hospital bed, and for the last time placing one last kiss on her cheek. I love you, I'll always love you.

"Miss Thompson? I am going to need to ask you a few questions please." The male detective politely asked as I was forced to leave my mothers death bed.

I do not say anything and walk with him as he puts a hand behind my back comforting me. We go to an empty room and sit across from each other.

"If you are well enough to speak on the topic, I would like you to explain what happened exactly, Miss Thompson."

I sniffle wiping my tears continuously. I couldn't focus, I couldn't breathe. I wanted to scream, but instead I gained courage and spoke. It was slow and feeble, but I spoke.

"Richard Thompson killed my mother." I croaked out in a whisper. It was hard to hear my own fathers name come out of my mouth as the murderer of my mother."He barricaded the doors and set the house on fire with my mom and I inside." I cry harder and harder.

"We're gonna take him down, Noel. I promise, we are gonna get this bastard." He stands up. "A patrol car will take you home." He walks me out.

The car takes me to my grandparents old house. I had no family anymore. I am sixteen with my birthday in three days. I had no friends, my father didn't allow it. I sat on the bare floor alone, crying all night. I thought about ending it, taking away all of the pain. Although, I just could not bring myself to it.

I watched on the news as they captured him. I finally felt the noose around my neck loosen as I did not have to worry about him anymore. The news reported stated that they found him hiding out in his mistresses basement. They had also taken her in for withholding a wanted person. The camera zooms in on his face as he is placed in the police car. And what is plastered on his face? A smug smile.

Fuck you, Richard and burn in hell.

Four Years Later

Saturday

I upped my antidepressants and finally the pain was numb. I am twenty-one years old and to say the least poor. I mean I wasn't poor, poor, but I was poor. I worked as a waitress at Hooters for a while making amazing tips, but I just couldn't take the threats and sexual abuse from the boss and customers anymore. I was in need of finding a new job immediately to maintain paying rent. My apartment was one bedroom, one kitchen, a small living room and one bathroom. It wasn't much, but it was enough for me. My trust issues were at a high ever since the incident. I have never had a boyfriend, any guy friends, I have extra locks and own a few guns. There was no way in hell that if Richard ever escaped, he would get the chance to finish the job.

The only thing that kept me sane nowadays is my sweet dog, Payton. He is an all black Labrador and is trained quite well. He was fully grown and absolutely the cutest boy ever. Who needs a boyfriend or husband when you have a dog.