Chapter one - Meet Mia
❤️This is the first chapter. Depending how this goes i will continue the story.❤️
“Dad please stop you’re killing her! She can’t take much more.” I screamed as I watched my dad sling my broken stepmom across the living room. “She knows what she did. Who the fuck is Paul, Staci? And don’t you dare give me the ‘it’s my brother’ bullshit you dumb whore”
I could see how lifeless she looked on the ground. “I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about Travis. I don’t know any Paul’s. I would never do anything like that. You know this” Staci hoarsed out. She was bloody and bruised. I knew I couldn’t do anything to help her. I wished I was stronger but not much you can do when you’re only fourteen and scared to death of your own flesh and blood.
I watched her scramble away from him the best she could. He just watched her with cold eyes. He didn’t give a shit about her. To him she was just a mouth to fuck. He had other women that’s for sure. He didn’t keep it a secret. I watched him as he picked her up by the throat about to slam her head into the marble floor. I did the only thing I could think of.
I grabbed the gun off of the table, pointed it at my father’s leg and pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening. The screams were louder than the sirens that pulled up fifteen minutes later. I did not move one muscle. How could I? Knowing that my father was finally going to get the karma that was coming for him. I heard the door slam open and I felt my body get slammed to the ground. I didn’t know what to say or do as I felt the cold metal handcuffs squeeze my wrists.
Not that I couldn’t get out of them. I was skinny from being starved. The last thing I saw when I was being dragged out to the cop car was a sick twisted smirk on my father’s face and a body being covered on a stretcher.
