Ok, now I know that you guys probably want me to upload "Getting Over Chris" but I
can't think of anything at the moment. I'm sorry for those of you who wanted to read
that instead, but.... I am going to write chapter 1 for "Scarred for Life...Right!? instead. I
hope you guys enjoy the first chapter of this book anyways! Ok, now without and more
of my talking, here we go!
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~~~Ashlyn's P.O.V.~~~
"Night mom!" I called out sleepily as my mom retreated to her bedroom for the night. I closed
my eyes and waited for sleep to take me. I was restless for a few hours, which I should have
taken in as a clue because every time I was restless before sleep especially when I was tried,
it meant nightmares related to my past. It. Was. Horrible. (A/N- I am not abusing periods (.)
just thought I should throw that in there xD, back to the story! A/N) I soon felt sleep taking me
in, and the nightmare, past-related dreams being their torment.
~~~Flashback/Dream~~~
Ring! Rinng! Rinnng!
Ugh, who's calling us at this time of night?!? I thought to myself wearily. I had attempted to
block out sound of the home phone by taking my pillow and smashing it down over my ears,
but to no avail.
After a while, I couldn't sleep anymore, so I walked down the stairwell towards a light in the
dinning room. As usual, my mother sat there awaiting my father to come home, drunk from
the bar. But unlike all the other times, my mother was talking on the phone with someone. I
knew that eavesdropping was bad...but I just couldn't help myself.
When I finished debating with myself, (in my head) behind the door, I had finally convinced
myself that it was only fair since whoever had called, woke me up. I cracked the door open
just a little, and hoped that my mother wouldn't notice, and gladly she didn't. I gently put my
ear against the door, making sure to not let it open up any more than it already was.
"When are you coming home baby? It's really late, you know," I heard my mother tell the
person on the other end of the line, I had guessed that it was my father, because she doesn't
call anyone else "baby" but him.
"I'm.....on....waayyy noooww," he slurred, yup, definitely drunk. "Aree.....up forr......
toonnighht?" I heard him slur after a slight pause.
"I forbid you to do so!" She whisper-screamed into the phone.
YOU ARE READING
Scarred for Life
Teen FictionMeet Ashlyn Vega. She was once an innocent little girl with a loving mother and a caring father. But when she turns 13 and gets her period for the first time, she makes a life-threatening decision of telling her mother. Her mother, Joycelyn Vega, wa...
