The Bad Boys Girl

Chapter One: Now to face the Devil!

Chapter One: Now to face the Devil!

*Skylar's POV*

Trent, mum and I were standing outside with gaping mouths. My dad glanced at us and smirked evily before he made his way to the limo. I repeat, A F*CKING LIMO! I couldn't believe my eyes, I knew dad got paid well but he had never actually had the chance to use it on us before it was all gone.

I am guessing that wherever we were going, my dad was trying to show off his wealth.

You see my father is one of those men that is egotistical jerk that has a shit load of pride. No matter what he does to my mum or I, he is a different person in front of his friends and colleagues. I hated him but no way in hell would I leave my brother or mum with that monster.

Clearing my head of all previous thoughts, I made way to the trunk of the limo. Shoving in both mine and Trent's bags in.

I decided that I was going to listen to music during the car trip. I pulled out my bag when a thin white piece of folded paper fluttered to the ground. Bending down I picked up what seemed to be a note. I didn't mean to be nosey, and go through other people's personal belongings, but really, whose can it be other than my own family's.

Turning the thin paper over I saw 'Cindy' written in large bold letters. It looked to be my father's writing but I couldn't be too sure. Being my curious self I started to open the suspicious note-

"What are you doing back there?" I hear a gruff voice roar from in the car. 

Dad. I totally forgot about them waiting for me, in the limo. This is what happens when I get distracted.

"Uhh...uhm...Coming..." I stuttered out, before I could get busted. I shoved the small note into my back pocket, making sure it wasn't visible I'll have to read it later. I  retrieved my IPod and headphones quickly. I threw my bag back into the trunk, where the rest of the luggage lay and entered the limo.

"Sorry had to get my IPod" I scowled, moving closer to Trent and my mum. I could feel my father's gaze burning holes in the side of my head and it was sending unpleasant chills down my spine. I was frightened but over the years I had grown to stay strong and not show my emotions, because honestly, it wasn't worth it.

After an hour of driving I couldn't stand the sound of the loud snoring, coming from my father. Only then did I realise that I actually got my IPod from my bag at the beginning of the trip.

I slipped one headphone in before an idea popped into mind "Wanna listen to some music with me Trent?" I whispered quietly in my brothers ear, careful not disturb my father's beauty sleep.

My brother nodded his head eagerly and began to bob his little head to the beat of the song and it wasn't long before I joined in with him. It was catchy you can't blame us. 

I watched outside the tinted windows, as each tree and car zoomed past. We were going at an extremely fast speed but strangely enough I was actually enjoying listening to music while staring out the window. As I watched everything fly past I thought back to before everything happened and I had a loving, caring and happy family.

We used to have pizza Wednesdays and we would play board games while devouring our favourite pizza. We used to have so much fun and now I hardly ever remember those days. Sometimes I wish those memories were the ones I automatically thought of when someone asked me about my family.

But sadly they aren't the things that stay imprinted in my mind. It's all the bad things my dad has done to both my mum and I. I hated that my mum did absolutely nothing. She used to say that if he 'ever did it again' she would tell someone, anyone, but as you can see that hasn't exactly happened.