This is not a romance story. It does have SOME romance.. but it's mostly based around gang life and murder and stuff like that. Please enjoy Thank you ~~~~~~<><><>~~~~~~<><><>~~~~~~ One day I was going to get out of there. The inner city, the North End, the penniless dump that most people called it. I was only eleven, and perhaps too young to know what I wanted in life yet but this life definitely was not it. In the two bed room, one bathroom house I lived, had four residents. Now I'm happy that it's not like my best friend Shayla who has almost the exact same house, and eight residents. In my house there was me, my parents and my grandmother. I was an only child. I think I was happier that way. I hated the house... I would often escape and go somewhere in the clean part of the city. I couldn't stand living where I was. My father was abusive and beat me senseless at least three times a week just because he needed to vent. My mother worshiped him and never came to my aid, hoping to retreat from the same thing. My grandmother was a nice lady and I loved her more than anyone. She was lovely and she came from the clean part of the city after I was born because she knew there was no way my parents could look after me. She worked though.. so she was never home to witness the things my father did. I was going to get out. One day I was going to find a way to leave and never come back. Growing up in the harshness of the Winnipeg inner city made me tough in a sense. But the fact that nobody approached me was because of my father's gang relations. He was a legend apparently... back when he was a White Soldier. The toughest gang out there... "Jennifer!" I turned to see Shayla running over to me. Shayla was older than I was. She was thirteen. She was Native and a naturally beautiful person. I could see her going far... though she was stuck here. "Morning Shayla." "Jennifer shouldn't you go home? Won't your father be angry that you're out now?" "Probably. But I don't care. His beatings are nothing I can't handle," I replied. "You're eye," she said noticing my black eye. She brought a hand to it and studied it. "Jennifer you should just report him..." she said quietly. "Why? He's the one who makes the money," I said. "I'm an inner city girl. My family needs the cash to survive." "Your grandmother makes money too..." "As much as my father hates it, the money usually goes towards me and my schooling and essential needs which my parents don't provide. My mother constantly tells my father that it's an easy way of getting out of parenting. I don't give a shit." "Jennifer..." "It's okay Shayla," I said smiling at her. "Well if it isn't the rare sighting of white trash," said a voice. I felt nervous all of a sudden. I turned around to face a few older kids who wore white clothes and white bandana's. They were members of the White Soldiers... "Shut the fuck up!" shouted the oldest male. He looked at the younger female who had called out to me. "What?!" she barked. "That's Jennifer Bochelli. The daughter of Franco Bochelli, the Legendary White Soldier member." "My mistake," said the girl, and she gave me the once over and turned away. I looked down at the ground. "Jennifer don't take it personally. You're not white trash. You're a really good person... I can see you getting out of here," she said. I looked up at her and met her gaze. "You think so?" "Yep." "Don't worry. When my chance comes to get out of here, I'll take you with me!" I said. "I'll get you out of here too," I said and I smiled at her. She smiled too. "Thank you," she said. "Of course. That's what best friends do!" She grinned. "Alright! Now go home before your father realizes that you're out!" she ordered. "I'll see you later!" she said grinning and she ran off. I quickly got home and as I entered the house my father grabbed my shirt and pinned me against the wall. "Where the fuck were you?!" he screamed. I stared him down until I gave into my fear. "I-I... was looking for Bull... he escaped again and I... I was just looking for him!" I shouted. He pressed a finger to my black eye and I cried out in pain. "If you are fucking lying to me, I will fucking kill you," he said and he dropped me to the ground. I stood up and I quickly ran to my room and closed the door, locking it behind me. I looked in the mirror. My black hair was cut short and messily... last week my father had gotten mad and cut it himself... My white skin was dirty and grimy. Upon looking at my black eye, I took my mirror down and threw it to the ground. It didn't break.. but I couldn't look at myself. ......I needed to get out of here.
Good story The way the details are arranged,are beautiful, it truly can show how badly the girl is suffering. Its hard to add more details, so I must say you are doing well. The twists should be good, I'm hoping for that, and the paragraphs are lovely. I'm in a bit of a knot myself, since I'm just commenting and not focusing on my stories, which I hope shall continue, it gives me great joy, because I shall do something grand for FF, and you shall be recognized. That's all. Good luck on your story ~Toxic