Red is my favourite colour.

Amelia. She's 20 now, and living in New York City. She ran away. In a blink on an eye, shit had a full 180, she somehow ended up in NYC and the only family member she talks to is her sister. Her father was manipulative and abusive, but he would preach "Family is one of the most important things we have".Her mother would always say, you should never be with someone who abuses you, but stayed that way Amelias whole life. Never changed shit.That wasn't the reason she left, it was one sentence that escaped her mothers mouth, and Amelia didn't think twice before leaving shit behind. Amelia turned off her emotions, said what she thought, and knew how to stand up for herself. The girl didn't give two fucks about what you think about her choice of words, or her cold heart, but what if that cold heart can get a little bit warmer?

"I will fucking end you, do you not know who I am am and what I can do?!" He shouted.

"I do know who you are and what you can do, but you don't know shit about me, so I should not be the one scared. Do you think you are the first one trying? "