Murder On Sunset Boulevard| j.t.k

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Y/n=your name
L/n=last name
H/c=hair color
H/l=hair length
F/c=favorite color
F/f=favorite food
F/d=favorite drink
[Y/n age: 12]

Y/n's POV

I was drawing in my sketchbook. Mother always told me that I had a skill with drawing. I loved to do it. I'm sketching the moon right now as I look out the window. My mom's boyfriend, Trent, is a mean guy. Mother tells me how he'll change, but he never does. All he does is yell at her, and beat her. He's a drunk man. I stay in my room most the time, cause I am scared of him.

My mom is a great person. A professional writer, and a business women, which causes her to go on business trips. Trent goes to his friends house when she's gone, cause she locks the door on him, fearing my safety from me being alone with him. He never has placed a hand on me, unlike my mother. He gives me looks that weirds me out though. All I can say about him is that he lives a life that's not sober. I hate him. I love my mother, and he shouldn't do what he does to her.

I sometimes think, of how he could even dare to do what he does to her. She gives him a house to live in, she lets him eat her food, sleep in her bed, shower in her bathroom. He's a good for nothing loser, and he needs to leave.... But he won't, cause mom never tells him he has to. I wonder why. Even if they've only dated for a year and a half, their relationship is unhealthy, and he's already proven what a douche he is, so why doesn't she end it all? Why doesn't she end her pain, her misery, her suffering?

I stop sketching for a minute. My throats sore and dry, begging for water. I sighed, putting down my sketchbook, and walking out of my room. As I walk down the dark hallway, I could hear yelling, and as I kept walking, it just got louder, and louder. I walked down the stairs as quietly as I could, and peeked my head around the corner to see enough of what was going on, but not enough to be discovered.

"Please, Trent. Stop yelling.... Y/n is upstairs resting peacefully." My mother begged and plead. Obviously, it was enough. Nothing of her is ever enough for a bastard like Trent himself. I wish he would leave.

He growled, grabbing her by the hair, a beer bottle in his other hand. It wasn't even surprising. "Quiet yourself, Michelle! Maybe she could hear of how much of a terrible bitch you are!" He screamed in her face, while tears streamed down her cheeks. He threw her to the side, as her head hit the kitchen table.

He laughed at his own actions. What a sadistic bastard. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, crying. Her eyes were all puffy and red. They looked swollen, even worse than when you get the pink eye. Has she been sleeping? My eyes watered at the sight... My poor, poor mother. She deserves better. Not even a better boyfriend, but a better life.

He stopped laughing, and looked down at her broken figure. "Stop crying, stupid whore!" He yelled, kicking her in the side. She yelped in pain. Her cries turned into full on wails, as she held the spot he kicked her. "This is what you get when your not so sneaky at screwing your boss! Stupid bitch! Dumb whore!" He yelled again, calling her awful things as he beat her.

I couldn't stand the sight anymore. I ran up the stairs, being carefully quiet. I ran in my room, shutting the door fully closed, and crying quietly in my pillow. I cried for about a half an hour, before almost drifting off into a deep sleep. It was until my door opened. I realized I had forgotten to lock it, once again. I was too focused on getting away from what I saw, even if it was an every night thing.

I didn't know what to expect if it was Trench. But the good thing was, was that it wasn't him. It was my mother. She stroked my hair, humming quietly. "Don't worry, babygirl... I won't let him hurt you the way he hurts me. We will be ok... Don't worry, I'll protect you..." she said in a whisper.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was full on crying, as I shot up to hug my mother. "Mommy!" I said, balling my eyes out, as I hugged her. She hugged me, stroking my hair.

"I love you, Y/n..."

"I love you too, mom...."

She layed me back down, as I fell into a deep, deep sleep, knowing I was safe.

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[Y/n, age 15]

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. It's been 2 months into school. The autumn weather was turning into winter weather faster than I expected it to. I sighed, getting up and brushing my hair. I picked out my f/c hoodie, with ripped jeans and timberland boots. I put on only mascara, since my skin was very clear. I walk downstairs, to see my mom cooking eggs, and Trent, who she was surprisingly still with, reading the news paper, with a cup of coffee that my mom OBVIOUSLY made him.

I sat down at the other end of the table, while Trent stared at me. As I grew up, the weird looks and stares got worse, as he kept on doing it more and more. I'm still scared of him. My mom put eggs in front of me, on a paper plate. I was so grateful for this women.

"Thanks, mom."

"No problem, sweetheart."

She went back to the counter, doing TRENT'S dishes. I did my own dishes, just to help her out a bit. I hated seeing her suffer. I looked at a part of a table near Trent. I saw at the corner of my eye that he was eyeing me weirdly. I shivered, looking back at my eggs, as I started to eat them. They were delicious, of course. My moms an amazing cook. The house phone started ringing in the living room, which caught everyone's attention. I stood up to get it, but my mom gently put her hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down, and went to get it. I sighed, and began to eat again.

Trent watched her as she made her way to the living room, and when she was gone he started to talk to me.

"Do you still do art?" He asked. His voice made me shiver. It was a voice of a creepy old man.

"Yes" was all I managed to get out. I was filled with fear.

"Cool." He said. "You're talented. Men like talented women. That's why I like your mom so much." He said, lying right through his teeth. "But," He said, his mouth turning into a creepy, pervertish grin, "you're so much beautiful then your mother. More curvy, too. Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" He asked.

I gulped, getting up, and putting my plate in the sink, washing it quickly. "Um, no. Guys don't really talk to me. And uh, thank you..." I said. Yes, I don't like Trent in any way, shape, or form. Yes, I wish death on him, but, my mom told me to be nice to him. And I would never disrespect my mom.

"Huh boys don't talk to you? Surprising.." he said, sounding almost happy.

I looked at the time on the stove. I was happy to see 7:34am across the screen. "Oh! Would you look at the time, huh? Gotta catch the bus, bye!" I said, as I rushed out the house.

I know now, I don't ever wanna go home again. That grossed me out, and I fear Trent even more, but I would never, ever, abandon my mom.

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That was the end of chapter 1 :)

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