Cliché

Just a typical cliche book. Poor teenage girl, rough life, bad kid, pitiful soul. You get the gist. But wait! There's a twist! This shit is real.

I think that should have you hooked. If not, here.

He focuses on me like predator on prey, every move driven by withdrawl and rage. I try not to let my fear show in any way, still keeping eye contact with those almost completely black orbs. He gets closer, but is only halfway to me, giving me the option to back down and run, even though we both know i won't. "Don't touch my momma. Don't hurt her." Rembering why I was doing this with what I said, I have relit my eyes with a burning flame; an uncontainable rage, a strong pasionate hate that I never felt anything like in my life. Suddenly someone is pulling at me from behind. And though I try to fight to stay in my protective stance, they are stronger. As they put me behind them, I realize that it's my mother, strong and brave. My father no longer holds back. His eyes impossibly turn an even darker black, now angry that my mom got up again. I shrink back behind my mother, my sister back near my room and the bathroom. He charges my mom, and now I see more than rage and a need to hurt someone in his eyes. I see hate. My dad wants to kill us.

Hooked yet? If not, this isn't the book for you.

WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN SELF-HARM, ABUSE, DRUG USAGE, AND A SHITTON OF OTHER TRIGGERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I DON'T WANT ANY WHINING COMMENTS ABOUT ANYTHING BECAUSE I HAVE PROPERLY WARNED ALL OF YOU. IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY BOOK, PLEASE DONT READ IT. (if you do, more power to ya) NO NEGATIVE COMMENTS. THANK YOU