Chapter 1:
“Wake up,” A voice pierced the silence of my bedroom. A sharp pain swept across my face. “Damn girl, I said to WAKE UP.” The voice growled in my face.
“Tony, I’m up,” I said loudly, rubbing my cheek. He had hit me rather softly this morning, for that I was grateful. I pushed the covers off of my head, expecting to see Tony with a beer bottle. But, I didn’t; Tony wasn’t in my small room anymore. I sighed with relief. It was the first time in the past week he hadn’t stayed to make sure.
“Angela!” Tony’s voice bellowed from downstairs. “Hurry up and make my breakfast! I’m f***ing starving here!”
“I’m coming, Tony!” I squeaked, knowing what would happen if I waited any long. I placed one finger on a small note on my desk. Tears welled up in my eyes as I read the words:
“Angela, my darling.
I wish for you to know…
You are the dearest thing
That has ever happened to me.
I want you to know,
On today, your birthday,
You were my one wish.
Love, Mom~”
Again, I tried to hold in my tears. I could recite these words by memory as easily as my ABC’s. But, every morning, I would read them… Remember her handwriting. One time, I even brought the paper to my face, as if I could get her scent one last time… I never would though.
I crept down the stairs, practically running into the kitchen to start Tony’s breakfast. I looked in the cupboards, searching for any good breakfast foods. We had nothing; all we had resting in the cabinets were mustard, pickles, and some moldy bread. I quickly peeked at the jar above the fridge, our grocery fund. Once again, though, the jar was completely empty. Unless you count the three lonely pennies resting on the bottom.
“Tony…” I said quietly, still in the kitchen. I didn’t want to enter the living room, for that was his ‘domain’ now.
“I’m watching the T.V., Angela, what in the hell do you want?” The voice shouted from the living room.
“Tony, we don’t have any food… What happened to the money above the fridge?” I said, my voice gaining slight confidence.
“Sold it, I did. For my new flat screen! Come in and take a look!”
Flat screen…. I thought. We can’t afford one of those! None-the-less food for money! I rushed to the living room, only to notice a 60” Flat screen resting on the wall. “Tony! How’d you afford that??” I said, dumbfounded at my step-father.
“Sold all your mum’s old crap.” Tony said, scoffing at the thought of all her old things. “Like her wedding ring, man, didn’t that fetch me a small fortune!”
Old wedding ring? I instantly thought. Panic swept over me immediately. But, that wedding ring was in a special box… In the floorboard… Right under my bed… How’d he find that?!?! My mouth dropped in an moment’s time. I rushed upstairs and pushed the bed sideways, sending it to crash in the wall. The floorboard was pried open, and left there. A small box lay on the ground next to it: empty. “Mum’s wedding ring… My cash… It’s all gone… All sold for a damn T.V!” I muttered these words to myself. If I knew anything, it was this: Tony. Will. Pay.
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Well, please tell me what you think of my first chapter? :3
I don't know where I'm going with this story yet... Just a 'Go-With-The-Flow' thing. |D
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