Can You Keep A Secret?

Chapter 1

Skyler's POV

     Jab, uppercut, right hook and... Out!

     "RING!!! RING!!! And the winner is... Nightmare!!" exclaimed the announcer. Cheers rang through the audience. I can't believe so many people come just to see people get beat up. You see, I'm a street fighter and the best at it. I've never lost a fight in my life. I've been fighting here for 4 years. It's a great way to deal with stress.

     I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Skylar Dean. I have brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm 17 years old and I live in California. My favorite colors are black and red. I guess you're wondering about the street fighting. Well... my mom passed away when I was 8 years old. Ever since then, my dad has blamed me for it. I look like my mom so he hates looking at me. For the first few years, he used to only say cruel words. Yelling at me once in a while over little things.

      When I turned 14, I started to look more like my mom. He couldn't take it anymore. And that's when it all started. He started hitting me. I remember the first time like it was yesterday.

*Flashback*

     "Hey dad! I'm home!" I yelled to my father happily.

     "And how does that benefit me? If it was up to me you would be in school all day! I hate seeing your stupid, no good face!" he screamed back.

     I don't understand why he hates me. He probably just misses mom. I can't take it anymore though. I'm sick of his insults.

     "Why do you talk to me like that? I'm your daughter!! You have no right to treat me this way! Just because I look like mom-"

     I was cut off by a stinging pain in my cheek and a heated glare from my father.

     "Don't you ever speak to me that way!!! I am your father you ungrateful child!! And you WILL treat me with respect!!" he boomed picking up a shoe that was lying around and throwing it at me.

     I tried to block it but it hit me square in the stomach, winding me. Then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and threw me on the stairs. My head was throbbing and my stomach hurt like hell. My face was stroked with tears.

    "Go to your room right now you useless child!! And don't show your face to me ever again!!"

     I ran upstairs, crying the whole way. He was my father! How could he hit me. His own flesh and blood??!! Hopefully, this was a one time thing. He probably just didn't like me talking back to him. I'll behave next time. He is my father and he loves me.

*End of Flashback*

     I was so naive then. I actually thought he wouldn't hit me again. After he hit me a few times, I accepted the fact that he hates me and it's not going to get any better.

     Ever since that night, I decided that I wasn't going to let anyone push me around anymore. I started teaching myself how to fight. I practice at the local gym but wear a hoodie so that no one recognizes me. After a few months, I successfully knew how to fight.

     A couple months after that, I was noticed by this man who said he could hook me up for some fights. He told me it was illegal though. I thought about it and I agreed because I was tired of fighting a lifeless punching bag.

     He took me to an underground bar called Black Night. It's not exactly catchy but it has decent opponents. The first fight I had there I won easily. My opponent was a cocky bastard who thought girls can't fight so he bet $700. Let's just say, he wasn't happy with the result.

     After that I started fighting there almost daily. I'm saving up enough money so that when I turn eighteen, I can move out and leave that bastard I call a father behind for good.

     I haven't done anything about my father yet because he's the only thing I have left of mom. And I'm not a huge fan of going into foster care. As soon as I'm a legal adult, I'll be living a life of bliss. As I was exiting the bar I realized that it was really late and if I went home, my father would definitely beat me. Instead I decided to go to Kim's house.

     I bet your wondering who Kim is. Well, to start, her full name is Kimberly Jay. We've been friends since 3rd grade ever since she stood up for me when I was getting bullied. We instantly clicked even though she's the complete opposite of me. While I am more of a badass and a tomboy, she's a little more girly. Now I don't mean she worries about her nails and all.

     She likes to dress up once and a while and likes to be more open. I'm fine with just the two of us though. She is the only one who knows about my father. But we all have our secrets

     Kim's mom and dad were both killed when she was 9. She was devastated!! Her mom and dad were the kindest people in the world. The police tried figuring out who killed them for more than a year and came up with nothing. Whoever killed them obviously knew what they were doing.

     Kim now lives with her grandmother. She is honestly one of the kindest people I know. She is like a mother figure to me. She loves baking and makes the best chocolate chip cookies in the world!

     Kim's favorite color is black and she's in senior year like me. She has really unique hair. It's black and then turns into an ombre gray. She loves taking tumbler pics. I swear she'd do it for a living if she could. She has a fluffy black cat named Rebecca after her mother because her mother had black hair.

     Kim has had one boyfriend in her entire life named Wesley Evers. They dated for almost all of junior year until she found him cheating on her with Jessica Hall. She is the typical queen bee in our school. You know, head cheerleader, major slut, minions following her wherever she goes. All that jazz. When Kim found Wesley cheating on her she slapped him across the face and hasn't spoken to him since.

     I was pulled out of my train of thoughts when I arrived at Kim's grandma's house. I rang the doorbell and her grandma answered.

     " Hey Mrs. Smith. Is Kim home?" I asked

     "Oh hello Skylar darling! I have told you so many times to call me Claire. And yes Kim is home. She's upstairs in her room. I'll call her down for you. Come in," she exclaimed.

     "Kimberley, Skylar's here. Come down!" she yelled from the stairs.

     "Coming Nona!" I heard my best friend scream.

     She came down and gave me a knowing look. Her eyes scanned mine and she immediately knew I had to stay here. She took me upstairs and told me that we had to go back to school shopping tomorrow. I knew that there was no way I would get out of it so I reluctantly agreed. The things I would do for this girl.

     I went to the guest room, also known as my room and changed into the pair of pajamas I had here. I lie down and fell asleep thinking about how messed up my life is.

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Okay guys this is our first book. I know it looks absolutely horrible but please give it a chance. Thank you so much!! Plz don't be a silent reader.

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Luigi

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