Bitten

Chapter 1: A Broken Home, A Broken Family, and A Broken Girl.

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*Olivia*

I could hear Mom and Jared fighting down stairs. They have been screaming at each other for the last 20 minutes and I'm waited to hear things start breaking. They fight often enough that it has almost become a routine.

Mom comes home and sees Jared propped on the couch with a beer in hand and other cans around the room. Mom starts to yell at him for not doing anything all day, they yell for awhile and then start throwing and breaking things. They then come upstairs and make me clean the mess while they "make up" if you get what I'm putting down.

And right on que I start to hear things crashing. I sigh and pop my headphones into my ears to block out the sound.

You might be wondering why I don't say dad when referring to Jared. Well it's because he isn't my real dad but my stepfather. My real dad was killed in a car accident when I was only about 6. He wasn't the only one I lost that day though. I also lost my older sister... and my mom.

My father was killed by the impact. Another car, driven by a drunk driver, had ran a red light and slammed into the car on my dad's side. I was told that the car had flipped multiple times. My sister on the other hand was in critical condition when the fire and rescue finally arrived. She was rushed to the hospital, she lived for a few days but she was never going to win the fight. The doctors had found a massive brain aneurysm and didn't expect her to live.

I also said that I lost my mom that day even though she is still physically here. After my father was pronounced dead she crack a little but had to stay strong and pray for the best for my sister. When the doctor told her what they had found she broke even more. She stayed at the hospital until the day my sister died. The saddest part is, is that my sister didn't actually die until my aunt took me to the hospital to see my mom and say my final goodbye to my sister.

I was told that soon after I had left that my sister started to go fast and she eventually died in my mom's arms.

Afterwards my mom locked herself in her room for almost 3 months, but one day she came out and 'went to work'. She didn't come home until real late. My aunt was staying with us to help take care of me so when mom finally came home my aunt could smell the alcohol on her and she confronted her about it.

Mom didn't do it again but she stayed out longer each day. When the sun was up she was up and out of the house. About a year later she had acted like the death of my sister and father had never even happened. She had a new boyfriend that she was engaged to and planning a wedding with. And then another year later she had another baby. It was a boy.

She wasn't planning on having a baby and now that I'm older I'm pretty sure that she didn't want hany more kids after my sister's death. She did want to have to fear losing another child. I think that is also why she pushed me away and forced me to take care of my brother.

But last year the universe turned against us yet again. My baby brother, the only one that truly loved me and the only one that I truly loved was snached from my arms. His life was cut too short and this time it was me who held him when he died.

He was killed when we was walking out of the school to meet me across small two way street that was alway empty except for drop off and pick up hours at the school. He was running to cross the street while the crossing guard was still holding traffic, which was only a car or too waiting to turn into the school.

All the other kids had already crossed but Carson was right at the road so the old lady waited for him. But just as he was about to reach the center a car comes barreling down the other road swerving out of control. And before I, or anyone else, could react the car had collided with Carson and the crossing guard.

I remember screaming and running to Carson's side. I remember how he looked on the ground and I remember looking to his feet and seeing that he only had on socks. Confused I looked up to where he stood and saw that his shoes where this where he was standing. The force of the impact had literally knocked him out of his shoes.

I remember other children and adults were just standing around just looking down at the scene. No one even attempted to go over and check on the elderly lady that was hit as well. I remember scream to everyone for someone to call for help and for someone to check on the lady.

No one was moving so, reluctantly, I moved over to the lady to see if she was still alive. I patted her shoulders like I leaned in Hope as a 9th grader even though she did randomly pass out I didn't know what else to do. I called for her to wake up or give me a sign that she was still alive when I got none I put my ear to her chest. I didn't hear a heartbeat. I checked her pulse, but there was none. She was already gone.

I then scrambled back over to Carson where I pulled him into my lap. I cried for him to open his eyes or do something that showed me that he was still alive. I could faintly hear the crying of an ambulance siren. I looked up to see which that might be coming.

But my attention was brought back to Carson when I thought I heard him groan. He was staring into my teary eyes. His normal bright and vibrant blue eyes were dull and almost lifeless.

"Why...are y-you... sad" I heard his voice play back in my head. The image of him was fully coming back to me.
His dull eyes staring into my fearful one. The blood that was sliding down his head and staining my clothes. The one thing that I can't remember was ever answering him.

But those weren't his last words. The last thing that he ever said was "Your very pretty"

I'm brought out of memory lane when there was a loud banging at my door. I would be lying if I had said I was startled because I wasn't, I was freaking terrified. The banging was from Jared and my door was locked. He hates when anyone locks a door so I just hope that he will let it slide this once.

I hurry around my room and move things around before unlocking the door. I could hear him yelling on the other side. He also hates to have a mess so having the slightest thing out of place would set him off.

When I finally opened the door I could practically see the steam coming from his ears. He immediately raised his hand and I prepared myself for what was about to come. There was a loud smack and then a thud from me falling to the ground from the force.

"Why the hell was one of my door lock!?" He boomed. You could obviously tell that he was drunk from the smell coming off of him and by how he swayed back and forth trying to keep himself balanced.

"I-I'm sorry i-it won't happen again" I stuttered lowly

"What was that, speak up bitch you know I can't hear you" he yelled again

"I'm sorry it won't happen again" I spoke louder and clearer.

"You're right it won't or your punishment will be worse next time. Now get your ass up and clean the down stair" He waved me off while he head towards his and my moms room.

I pull myself up and go to the bathroom that is across my room. Slowly I looked into the mirror to look at my face. There on the left cheek was a bright red mark that was sure to bruise. I held back the tears as I head back out of the bathroom. Once in the hall I could hear the disgusting sounds of my mother and Jared.

I hurried down the stairs to get cleaning. After grabbing the broom from the closet and getting the trashcan I looked at the damage. It looked like I was going to be cleaning for at least and hour.

I sighed. My family was broken, the home I grew up in was broken, and better yet I was broken.

I'm a broken girl from a broken family that lives in a broken home.

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Well hoped you like the first chapter. and the whole book wouldn't be this... sad? I guess you could say? Hopefully. Lol no I'll make sure it won't be.

Oh and if you got confused Carson was Olivia's father's name last name (Hints why her last name was Carson) and so when her littler brother was born she want his name to be Carson and her mom didn't really care so his first name is carson with Jared's last name.