The Teacher

Prologue

Prologue
Yelling could be heard from the entire house, I rolled my eyes. My parents again. They're probably already punching each other, my parents fought almost 24/7. Sometimes I just begged for them to get a divorce, but they said they never would. Which slightly frightens me because one day I'll be dragged into the mess of their fighting. My mom was a alcoholic and a cocaine addict, while my father was in the drug business. I hate my family. I always just ever wanted was a normal life.
"Lisa come down here now, I need your help" my mom yells. I sigh, my mother and I, have never had a good relationship with each other. I rather thought that she was a little too crazy to be a parent. But I wash away those thoughts, because I mean she did birth me. So I had to love her but there's always a part of me that will hate her for what she did when I was younger. I walk downstairs to see a pool of blood and my father lying on the ground. I gasp and start sobbing. "Mom" I yell, everything was silent till I heard a creak in the floor. I whirled behind me and my mother jumped right on top of me. She looked crazy, her hair matted with blood and her eyes were red. "You know I don't know why I birthed you in the first place, you should have been an abortion. But of course your father had to have you" she screamed. I started crying, praying that I'd make it out. "Why are you acting like this" I gasp out before hiccuping from the sobbing. She had a knife in her hand and she rises it up. I start to kick and scream. I wasn't going without a fit, I start to scratch and punch at her face. My nails connect with her eyes and she jumps off, giving me a chance to get up and run. I climb up the stairs, I can see my blue door. But before I could reach it a hand pulls me back down the stairs. If only I could reach my room, I could call the police. I start to kick my moms hands and finally she lets go. I start sprinting to my door again and once I'm in my room I lock the door. I grab my phone and call the police,
"Hello this is 911 what is your emergency"
"Hi I live on 3456 SW 7th St, please hurry my mom is trying to kill me. She already killed my father" I whisper still sobbing.
"We just dispatched a couple, so hold on they're almost there. Stay calm"
"Ok thank you" I hang up knowing everything will be okay now. "You bitch open this door" my mom yells from behind the door. There's loud bangs and than a click. My heart beat stops, how'd she find the key to my door. My hiding spot was well hidden it was behind a bush right by my door. I run to my closet and hide. She opens the door slowly, I cover my mouth to stop my cries. "You want to play hide and seek, okay I'll seek and you hide" she cackles. She slowly looks under the bed and starts making her way for my closet. "Found you" she yells, opening the closet doors and pulling me out behind my clothes.
She had her knife and brought it to my neck, I could feel the blade almost slicing through my skin. "Please mom why" I cry. I honestly didn't know why she'd want to harm her own family. "Because I hate you" she yells and before she's about to stab me. The police burst through the doors. There's two, ones an older looking man and than there's a younger one.
"Let her go and put your hands up" the older one yells. My mom just laughs, she lets go of me and charges straight for them. The younger police officer starts to shoot and it hits my mom like pebbles. Blood starts blooming all over her body. She turns to look at me and than her eyes turn lifeless as she crumbles to the ground. I scramble up, trying to get as far way from her as possible. "M'am it's okay now" the younger one says. But I'm not listening all I can hear is the ringing of the gunshot in my head.

The police had filed my mother and father officially dead, all their money and houses were mine. In the autopsy it showed that both my parents were in taking high dosages of meth and cocaine mixed. Once the police leave and get my statement, I look around seeing all the old family pictures. There all from when I was younger. It was when everything was perfect.  I fell to the ground, cradling myself and just cried. Cried for my parents, cried for my old self. Because after this experience, I knew I would never be the same ever again.

Two months later....
After a few days of crying about my parents, I decided to move to California. I sold my parents house and left. It felt great to get out of that house. I didn't bring anything with me, I just paid for a plane ticket. Since I was 18 I could live on my own but I was still in high school, so it was mandatory I still went to school. While on the plane ride I found many houses, all close to the school I was going to go to. I found the perfect one though, it was a small mansion compared to my old house. But it would be perfect.