{Pic of Skylar's Childhood. Not edited}
Song: Best is Yet To Come
Artist (s): LuvBug
This is to the girls whose Fathers broke their hearts before any boy could.
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Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun, not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul. My childhood was exactly that. My Father abused me, cursed me and de-humanised me, I would be far gone if it wasn't for my Mother. Her arms were always open when I needed a hug. Her heart understood when I needed a friend. Her gentle eyes were stern when I needed a lesson. Her strength and love has guided me and gave me wings to fly. Yes, they may have gotten damaged and battered along the way, but they're there. They always were. My Mom occasionally hit me around the head as a kid and as a result I now have a physiological condition known as 'respect for others' . I may not show it but I respect each and every person. If they mess with me and mess with them back. But twice as hard.
Seeing my 'Father' standing in front of me, grinning like the idiot he is, brought back memories. Memories I didn't want nor needed. I didn't realise what was happening until I was pulled down onto a chair by Jordan.
"You've grown into a beautiful women" My father said from a few feet in front of me
"Fuck you" I gritted looking him in the eye. I'm not going to be weak around him. Not anymore. Not ever again.
"Well, seems like she's grown a backbone. That just won't do, will it?" he was looking at Jordan but I knew he was talking to me. He turns to look at me before smirking. He starts to walk towards me removing a something from behind his back. A gun. I think he expected to see a reaction from me because when he didn't get when I could see the disappointment on his face. This wasn't the first time I've seen a gun.
"Guess little Miss.Rebel is used to a toy like" he trailed the head of the gun down the side of my face until he rested it on my gullet. I want to swallow, but I didn't. It would be a sign of fear.
"I've seen worse" I tried to say. Well, at least I tried to say, it's not easy speaking with a gun being pressed to your throat. he nodded sarcastically before walking back to the window and continued to stare outside.
"I haven't got all day" I spoke up after a few minutes of silence. Jordan came forward and gripped the back of my neck.
"Only speak when spoken to" he ordered. The next thing I know he was only the floor with a bullet through his head. He shot him. He fucking shot him. My hands flew to my mouth trying to hold back a scream. Yes, I've been in bloody fights but I've never seen someone get shot. In the head.
"I didn't give him permission to speak" the bastard who's my so-called father shrugged. That was it. I couldn't hold it in. I vomited. While I was being chocking on my vomit, he just stood there and laughed at my suffering.
"Okay that's enough" he said frustrated, pulling at my hair when I started to get my breath back.
"Let's get to the pint shall we?" he started but all I was doing was staring at the dead body near my feet. He was a dick but he didn't deserve such a death.
"Do you want to help everyone? Do you want them to live a free life again? No cameras's. No nothing?" he asked sitting on the floor drawing patterns in Jordan's blood. He's sick.
"Yes. Yes...I'll do anything" I practically screamed at him. he looked up at me with a glint in his eyes.
"Anything? Even if it costs your life?" he chuckled.
"I would take a bullet for each and every one of them" I replied instantly. I didn't have to think twice. These have become the priorities in my life.
"So be it." he got up and started to pace around.
"Today is Wednesday. On Friday you and I are gonna fight. Like real fighters. No rules." he started. I knew what 'No rules' exactly meant. I meant we were allowed to kill. It was Do or Die.
"You know why Friday though?" he said with a proud look on his face. I knew exactly why. Friday was the exact date he killed my Mom. He wanted to the same with me.
"I talking to you." he grasped my chin pulling me towards him
"Yes." I replied
"Wonderful" he said happily. He disgusts me.
"Well of you go then. Your gonna need a lot of practise to beat me"He boasted. Just as I got up to leave he pulled me back.
"We can't forget to do this can we?" he said and snapped my wrist. I screamed in pain cradling my hand as he just leaned back on the wall smiling.
"Go on. You need to fix that before the fight" he shooed me off. He broke my wrist. Still shaking I walked towards Jordan's body and sat on my knee's next to me, trying hard not to puke again from the smell. I searched his pockets for the keys to my car and literally ran out of their after I retrieved them.
Jordan's dead. He killed him.
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{A/N: There it is Angels. I wasn't planning on killing Jordan in this story. At all. But I just thought you know what, I'll kill him, but then I had conflicting emotions, so my sister forced me into killing him. So I did. This story s coming to an end, but don't worry, I know have another story published. Go check it out. Please...
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