There's things I wanna say to you,
but i'll just let you live.
Like if you hold me without hurting me,
you'll be the first who ever did.
♡
She is kind, heart made of honey.
And she is reserved, the opposite of sunny.
No one would ever think...
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ON FEBRUARY 14th, 1992, a baby girl was born.
Valentina Delilah Cameron was and always had been 'an absolute angel,' as her father liked to say. She could never do anything wrong, or at least she thought she couldn't.
From a baby to the age of nine, Val looked up to her mother. She had everything. Beauty, brains, riches, but it wasn't enough.
Her parents started fighting, badly. Val would sneak onto the top of the stairs to listen to their arguments, all she could get out of it was their business had gone kaput. Everything they had worked so hard for had gone. But she didn't understand why.
The icing on top of the cake was when her dad came out as gay, and her mother blew up. Her mother had stormed into her room that night and started screaming, words that she didn't even want to repeat to herself to this day. The most Val could remember was being grabbed and thrown into a car.
None of her clothes were taken with her, none of her toys, none of her games and definitely not her favourite stuffed animal.
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"MUMMY, WHERE ARE we going?" A nine year old Val asked her mother, sitting in the backseat of her car. Her mother didn't answer, holding tightly onto the steering wheel and staring ahead. "Mummy?" Val pleaded again, still not getting an answer. "Mummy, where's dad? I want dad!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Her mother slammed the breaks, making Val start to wail. "You want your fucking dad so much, huh?!" She yelled, only making Val sob even more. "Answer me you bitch!"
Val kept weeping which just brought her mother to get even angrier. She unbuckled Val's seatbelt and pushed her out of the car door, zooming off before the girl could even cry after her.
There sat a nine year old on the side of the road, her clothes covered in mud and tears streaming down her face.
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IT HAD TAKEN an hour for Val to be found, but she was still horrified. It's something you definitely don't wanna go through at nine years old. She didn't stay with her dad long, her mother had called the police and made up some story about her father kidnapping her or something.
She was in and out of foster homes as her parents started to fight for custody. She didn't remember many of them much, and she didn't even want to talk to half of them.
When she was fourteen her dad had finally won custody, and dads almost never win custody so it was obvious some shit went down. They moved from England to New York on Val's fifteen birthday, a new and fresh start. At least that's what was hoped.
Being in a new school was even worse, especially with the whole accent mocking. The 'chewsday' jokes were getting a little old by the seventeenth time she had heard them. Bullying wasn't bad, and highschool's in TV shows were completely different to the ones in real life.
She didn't have many friends, apart from one girl.
Talia Nicole.
She was amazing, and so fucking beautiful. She was slightly taller, had dark curly hair and was just a total dream. Val was infatuated. She started to want to always be around her, be by her side almost all of the time.
That was until a rumour started that Val was a lesbian, which may or may not have been true, but she wouldn't admit that.
Her dad was always supportive of course, being a gay man himself. It's like he always knew, maybe the 'proud gay dad' shirt that he wore gave it away.
Val's mum had came around a couple of times, but that was because she either needed money or drugs. The final time she came around was a month before Val's twentieth birthday, and due to how good she was at guilt tripping her daughter, she got what she had wanted.
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"ARE YOU SURE this is a good idea?" Val questioned, slowly following her mother towards a rather good looking house.
"Of course this is." Martha, her mother, snapped, her matted hair getting in the way of her face. "Do you love your mother?"
Val was stuck. Of course she loved her mum, even after all the shit she had gone through, it's not like she could just be horrible to her like that. "Of course I do, but i don't think this is—"
"If you love me, you'll do this." Martha handed her daughter the gun. "Now, go in."
Val couldn't even defend herself as she felt herself waddling towards the house and in through the window. Here she was, robbing her mother's dealers house all because she wanted to spend time with her.
She was gonna get in so much shit.
She climbed through the window carefully, knocking over a large vase in the process. "Shit." She cussed.
"What the fuck?!" A male's voice suddenly became louder.
"Holy shit!" Val screamed and did the only thing she thought she should do, ahs shot him in the leg. "Oh my God!" She wailed, dropping the gun instantly.
The man fell to the floor, blood covering his body as he was for some reason naked at the time. "What the fuck, you crazy bitch! Why are you in my house?" He shouted at her, making her only panic even more.
"Why is your dick out?"
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DUE TO THE FACT that another woman was in the house at the time and came down after she heard the screaming and gunshot, she had called the police. Val was charged with grievous bodily harm as a result, but almost shooting a man in the dick sort of made sense for that.
She was now walking towards a van in orange. She wasn't used to not wearing makeup and not looking like a homeless person, but it's what she had to deal with.
