Trigger warning (attempted suicide, suicide, alcoholism, swearing, self-harm, abuse, and literally anything else you can thing of its gonna be hella depressing)
A/N PLEASE READ!! This book is an outlet for me. So any negative comments please don't write them, just think them and go read a different rather than be an asshole. thanks and love chu my little beans!!
September's POV
Hi, My name's September Renee Thompkins. I have two older brothers named Brandon and Braxton. They are monozygotic or identical twins. Then I have my so called "Dad" Since I was three years old he has been abusing me and even now that I am 19 he hasn't let me move out. If he were a normal person I would have left already by running away or calling the cops, except that won't work. The reason being that he's the leader of the second most feared gang, in the world and in North Carolina, our home. My mom died when I was four. She tried running away, with out me might I add .She was going to leave me in an abusive house which I have never forgiven her about and don't plan on it any time soon. Anyways my died hired a hitman to follow her, watch her make a family, and then kill her new family in front of her then hang her and blame the murders on her. anyways onto my story.
I sprung out of bed and ran to the alarm cock to turn it off before I got into trouble. I pushed the off button and walked to my bathroom that was connected to my room. I started a bath and added bubbles then walked into my closet. I chose a simple outfit that cover my cuts and bruises which where mostly on my neck arms and legs so my stomach was okay to show along with my face. I chose a black cropped tank top, a beige cropped turtle neck sweater, and a pair of black jeans along with a black bra and panties set.
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I brought the clothes into the bathroom and put them onto the counter. I turned off the water of the bath and stripped my clothes of making sure the door was locked. I slipped into the bathtub and instantly felt the stinging of my wounds burn. After a few minutes the water didn't hurt them anymore so I relaxed. After what was probably 30 minutes i got out of the tub and wrapped myself into a towel. I got changed then brushed my teeth and hair and walked out of my room to make breakfast for everyone. Even though we had many maids they don't get here until seven and my dad likes family breakfast by 7:30 of course he doesn't realize its my cooking and not the chef's, but it doesn't really bother me. I checked the time that read 6:32 then began checking my phone while walking downstairs. When I got downstairs I began towards the kitchen still staring at my phone.
"ouch!" I cried out as I walked into something hard. Someone's chest.
I went to get up but before I could I saw a hand reach out to help me up. Thinking it was my father I immediately flinched backwards and starting blurting things out like "I'M SO SO SORRY!!" and " I wasn't watching where I was going"
"It's okay" He said with a low chuckle
I realized it wasn't my father when I hadn't been hit yet. Very slowly I looked up to see the hottest guy I had ever see.
"Mr. Jackson, please! I'll get you your money!" My father pleaded while trying and failing to run after this mystery man. He jogged until he came unto the room. He looked me dead in the eye, threatening me with a simple glance warning what was going to happen after this mystery man left. I gulped.
Well at least that's what he planned on doing, Until he looked me over his eyes full of hope.
"What if I sell her to you!" He exclaimed whilst pointing at me.
"you'd really sell your own daughter than lose drugs?" He stated, confused.
Me on the other hand was terrified. I knew what would happen. The man threatened to take away my father's drugs. He was obviously someone with a high amount of power.
"She's barely my daughter anyways." He responded, staring at me with a look that said "if you ruin this, I'll ruin you" besides I knew better to go against my father's wishes.
The man had silently thought about the deal, while I stood there with tears in my eyes. I hadn't cried in over 4 years and most certainly would not be in front of my father and an unknown man.
