Living a lie.A Chapter by Every1s_psychotic_vampyre_friendAndrea tries her best to live with her father, even with the knowledge of him murdering her mother..
Previous Version This is a previous version of Living a lie.. I woke up with a startling scream. Tears already filled my eyes before I could wipe away my cold sweat. "It was just a dream.. Its over now.." Is what I told myself over and over. Glancing to the small clock on my bedside table I realized I slept through my alarm. Great, late again. I sighed and climbed out of bed, wiping away my tears and getting dressed as fast as I could. Noticing a small clatter of pans from the kitchen, I quickly zipped up my boots and went to find out who was here. Dad shouldn't be awake.. He's usually too drunk. I pushed my door open slowly and stepped out of my room, looking around at all the boxes. "What the.." I made my way to the kitchen and saw my father slouched over the counter a beer in his hand. "Typical," I muttered and went to grab a poptart. He watched me with hateful eyes and waited till I sat down before he stated, "We're moving." Only slurring his words a little. "What!?" I manage to choke out, swallowing the bits of poptart that got caught in my throat. "You heard me. Now go pack. We're leaving tomorrow." He grinned, making me shiver at the reminder of my dream. Or should I say nightmare? "You can't do this to me!" I shouted, getting to my feet. "You can't just decide this for me. This isn't fair! I won't go!" "You will and you'll like it!" He shouted back, his anger easily shown. "You still live under my house and what I say goes! Now go to your room and pack before I get out my belt!" He threatened, clearly serious. "Ugh! I hate you!" I screamed, stomping to my room like a child. I'm almost eighteen. He can't do this. I sat on bed, staring at nothing in particular. What did I have to lose? Friends? No. I haven't made any real friends while I've been here. Sure there were a few kids at school I hung out with, but I couldn't truly call them friends. Family? No. He's the only family I have left. I never met my mother grandparents, or any of her relatives for that matter, and my father parents died years ago. Or so he claims. My dream was still fresh in my mind. The scary thing is, it was real. My mother did die my fathers hands. But he played it off as someone else who killed her, leaving me with his dirty secret and no one to turn to. Sure I could have turned him in, but I was six at the time. What would I have said? Excuse me mister police man, I saw my daddy cut my mommy and now she won't wake up? No, they wouldn't have believed me. Not with him hovering at my side, making sure I didn't say anything against him. I'll admit it, he scarred the living s**t out of me. But besides that, where would it have left me? His next victim? A shiver brought me back to reality. What was I to do? © 2009 Every1s_psychotic_vampyre_friendAuthor's Note
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Added on April 12, 2009Last Updated on April 12, 2009 Previous Versions AuthorEvery1s_psychotic_vampyre_friendJ-town, NYAboutHey my names Amber. I live in a small boring town in New York. Not New York city.. Just New York.. Anyways. Im a rocker girl. =] So I go see a lot of concerts and I happen to write in my free time. T.. more..Writing
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