Gangsta's Paradise- T.H

Prolouge

I scream in horror as the sound gunshots rings throughout the house.

My bedroom door swings open and in ran my dad with a frightened look on his face. "Come here sweetheart" he says in a shaky tone as he picks up my fraile, shaken up 8 year-old body.

By now the gunshots had stopped and my dad is carrying me in his arms, chanting, "it's going to be okay" "everything's going to be alright" uncertainty laced in his voice.

Reaching the second guest bathroom my father lays me down next to my mother who was holding her side trying to calm me down, the pain in her face was clear.

"Mum? What's wrong!?" I scream, blood spewing out of her side, leaking through her hand.

"Shhhhh!" "You have to be quiet, I'm fine" she tries, In-between her coughing fit.

"Mum we n-need to get h-help" I stutter out, trying to walk to the door to go get dad. "N-no sweetie please" I look back at her, tears stream streaming down my face.

"Come here" I walk over to her and she lifts me and gently placed me on her lap.

"Amelia, I won't be here for long-"

"Mama?"

"So atleast promise me and you father you'll find that person right for you and live in love...not fear" she smiles with a look of nostalgia on her face

"Mama-"

"Please?" I nod, rubbing her cheeks in an attempt to wipe her tears that were pouring down her face.

I watch how her smile fades as the life drains from her eyes.

"I p-promise mama"

Her hands slowly drops from her side to the floor as she lays there lifeless.

"Mama? Mama please wake up...please"
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A high pitched female voice was heard throughout the silenced mansion, heels clicked along the tile floors as they neard the bathroom door.

The door swings open and a very tall barbie-like woman stood inspecting the room.

"Shit..we're too late" she looks down and smiles at the sight in front of her and crouches down to meet the little girl's eyes.

She gave her a somewhat sympathetic smile..but the look in her eyes said accomplishment

"Whats your name little girl?"

"Amelia" she choke out

"Well you're a cute little thing aren't ya?"

Scared, Amelia, whimpers and backs up, trying to create a distance between the two, but the lady had other plans

"Well Amelia you are just" she pauses looking at her phone before studying the angelic like girl in front of her.

"Perfect"

Not knowing what to do, the girl says a quiet "thank you" which unknowingly made the anonymous woman intrigued even more.

"w-what's your n-name?"

The lady smirks knowing she won't be a waste. Stretching out her freshly manicured hands she signals the young girl to follow her.

Amelia, nothing more to do takes her hand, as it seemed like her only option...it was.

Leading the small girl into the blacked out car she sits her down in the back seat where she sat right next to her, ensuring her safety.

"My name is Francesca Parkes, but you can call me Francis" she said with an almost...caring smile.

Francesca smiles, as she plays with Amelia's hair, guilt building up inside her knowing the....things the poor little girl has to go through. But knowing what would happen if she went against her orders, she stayed put, toying with the smooth soft hair that passed through her fingers with ease.

The sleeping angel on her lap was about to experience something that would haunt her for years.
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Thank you for giving my book a chance, this story has been running through my head for a long time now so I thought I would write about it, i hope you enjoy.

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