She Changed For The Best (Needs Major Editing)

Chapter One- Meeting Them

Hi, first book I am writing on wattpad right now. I will have slow updates. Also comment and vote.

Coming up, I always wonder what it would be like to have a father. And why he left me with my mother. Well bitch, that feeling is over.

Ok your maybe wondering how I got like this. A coldhearted bitch. You're probably wondering why, well you should already know.

I am sitting up in my bed looking for my phone. As I find it, I scroll through.
Don't even have a single contact names in my calling list, well unless it's Zion. Hard making friends.

I made my way to my closet and got on a white tank top shirts with black jeans and my leather jackets.

I grab my back pack and put spray paint in it. As I make my way down stairs. Probably wondering why I got spray paint, well lets just say I'm a bit of a troublemaker.

I stare at my mother in disappointment with a needle in her arm.

As I'm walking further in the living I see the man I hated, my stepfather.

"When I come back here, you and her clean this shit up." I said while putting on my cold expression while smirking watching him shiver in fear.

I walk to my stepfather and punched him hard in the jaw making my knuckles bleed. That's how my I hated him.

They used to beat me and send their friends over here to mess with me but now that I was taught they learned they couldn't.

*Flashback*

I am on my way walking home from school because I had detention and knew I was gonna be late, since it's past my curfew. Probably a few beating  from them. I kept contemplating whether I should stand up for myself.

I made to the door and open it to be slammed against a wall wincing from all the bruises and cuts they gave me yesterday.

"You bitch, your late past your curfew and you think that's ok" my so called mother said.

"Maybe we should teach her a lesson" my stepfather said.

Before he come any closer to me, I kick my mother hands as she screamed in pain and punch her in the guts. She felled to the floor.

My stepfather came over to me and tried to punch me but I grab him by the hands and kept slamming his head to a table as he dropped on the floor.

I went to the kitchen and pulled out a knife and went to my stepfather and craved anywhere going down from his forehead down his face while he screamed. I went to my mother and wrote whore on her caused I mean well she is one.