Memories

Prologue

I felt tears pooling in my eyes, threatening to spill over and show him how terrified I am of him.

He grabbed me.

He told Asher to tighten the chains.

And he did.

My best friend listened to him.

My best fucking friend -ex best friend now- tightened the chains so my dirt bag, sad excuse of a father could use me as his sex toy.

Again.

It doesn't bother me anymore like it used to. I guess I just got used to the beatings and punishments if I my father had a bad day -even if it was completely unrelated to me-, he always took his anger out on me and up until I was 11, I thought it was my fault, so I let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.

Idiot.

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Memories. 

They're the things that hold us down..The things that keep you from losing everything when your world is falling apart. 

Most memories are made with friends, family, maybe that random sixteen year old that gave you five bucks, or with your shitty father who only keeps you alive so he can fulfill his sexual desires.  I don't have many memories of my family, many good ones at least.

 My mom died when I was seven and my dad went back to being an addict which ended him up in jail two years after she died, when I was nine. He's now out of jail, a fugitive, and wanted for so many reasons I lost count three years ago.

 My aunt and abusive uncle then became our temporary guardians. Uncle Adam found out that his wife was cheating on him and wasn't happy, and it showed, especially on her corpse that sat rotting in a sewer pipe ten miles west from my house. 

After that incident, it was just me, my brother, Kaden, and Uncle Adam. He stayed with us for about a year..until a newspaper and an arrest reward was on our doorstep regarding the body some hikers found. 

The body was found in a sewer, ten miles west of the white and gray brick house on Milton Street. 

My house.

 Of course, just like my father, when the police were searching for the culprit, he ran. I guess it runs in my dad's side of the family. 

However, the thing that runs on my mom's side of the family is a smart line of women, which is great and all, but also a consistent line of cancer victims..including her. Which really makes intelligence seem like nothing. Whether it was breast cancer, skin cancer, or any other cancer you could possibly think of.. they never came back from it. My mother specifically, had fucking blood cancer, or 'leukemia' if you want to get all scientific and shit.

I just know it as the thing that killed the person I loved the most. 

People used to say that after she died our family fell apart, and they were right..

 Uncle Adam moved in and abused me, Kaden got really distant and moved in with his friends, and I just stopped caring about everything,

except Hailey. 

She's my life and if I lost her, I think I'd finally snap.

A/N

First chapter for this book! I had some friends begging me to publish what I had, so this chapter isn't my best, but I didn't rly feel like being held at gunpoint with their stupid ass water guns 🔫. Ill be posting the rest of the character aesthetics when I finish them. This story is based off of a dream I had and part of my life, so it wont be ✨P E R F E C T ✨. Lmk what you think and if you don't understand a part, feel free to message me or leave a comment and I'll be happy to explain it to you. 

Much love to yall

-UR FAV DRUNK ASS HIPPO <33

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