OK GRACE AND I DID WRITE CHAPTER 2!!! AND IN THE PROCESS OF WRITING CHP 3 BUT I'M STILL CONTEMPLATING IF I SHOULD GIVE IT TO U GUYS!!!! I MIGHT AS WELL BECAUSE CHAPTER 2 IS BASICLY A FILLER!!!AND IN CHP 3 !!! U'LL JUST HAV TO FIND OUT!!!!LOL ooops i left the caps lock on...my bad!!!!!rofl
wow...ur the best good evil person ever (does that make any sense?!)...anywho! Can u post chapter 2...please...please...please...PLEASE! :)
PMS!
♥Rachel (a.k.a. Mrs.Joe Jonas♥)
Oh oh I want to guess. Umm... Is it Santa and his little helpers?
Post more soon please!
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you have no idea how much that ^ made me laugh xD
No I don't, but i'm glad I made you laugh!
yeah it was just so random...
Yeah i'm just a random person
Butterflys!!!!!!
See random.
Heyo peoples...it's very good to be random!!! lol k just to let ya'll kno chapter 2 is basiclly a filler!!! no real action happens till chapter 4 or 5!!! sooo yea!!! and also the chapters might be short(or wat i think is short because me and grace r going to day camps and wat not!! soooo we will right short chapters just update more often!!! that might mean 1 or 2 updates everyday!!!! sooo here is chapter 2!!
Chapter 2
Another Episode
As I walked into the house I could hear yelling from upstairs. Then I saw my Mom run down the stairs headed toward the Kitchen crying. "Mom is Dad home?" I asked in a hopefully not voice. She used all her strength to mumble out the words, "Yes he's home." By the sound in her voice and the cuts on her face I could tell he was having another episode. I told my Mom I was going upstairs to start on my homework, but I knew better than to do that, I was just going to face the music now.
I woke up the next morning bleeding everywhere it seemed. I jumped out of bed and looked at my sheets, they used to be white but now they were the darkest red I've ever seen in my whole life. All I wanted to do today was to stay home and cry the day away. I dreaded the moment when I would have to go look in the mirror, because I knew I would look like a zombie. I walked in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. For all the blood I had seen in my bed and on my clothes I thought it would be much worse. I had a few cuts and bruises but nothing a little makeup couldn't fix. I got dressed as fast as I possibly could knowing I might miss the bus. I ran downstairs kissed my Mom goodbye, grabbed a pop tart for the long ride to school and ran out the door.
When I got home my Dad's truck was already in the driveway. I tried to walk as slow as possible but I saw my Dad peeking through the upstairs window. He knew I was home. I knew he was drunk because he came out of the front door, grabbed my arm and dragged me into the house. As I always say, my nightmare starts at home
