Step Dad's POV

I hate them. They always are dragging me down. If I never made their mother have kids I never would have to consider manslaughter.Especially it's harder since she is gone. UGH. I hate them. I don't need kids. Killing them was the best Ideal I've ever had.

BUT..... I came across the best school. It's in California. Plus there was too many murders there. Yet people still register. I'll stay I NY were all I do is chill.

Nichole's POV

I have to start packing say bye bye to my friends. NO! I don't want to leave. Nope. Not happening.I have a plan. I need to pack my things to trick my so called "Dad". I wish mom was here. She would use to support me in anything and everything I do. But she's gone.by a stupid Durnk Driver. Looked like he had a girl in the seat. It was around my age today. It was a very familiar looking man. It was very traumatizing for me and faith.
I don't know why my Real dad didn't keep in touch. I Don't Know WHY.

Faith's POV

I sobbed in my bed using the pillow to silence my screams. Not even that worked. My "Dad" came up here and at that moment I knew I was dead. He specifically told me "SHUT THE F*CK UP YOU LITTLE B*TCH. YOU GOING TO THAT SCHOOL. F*CK, I WILL BUY YOU A HOUSE OVER THER. I NEED NO KIDS. NOT EVEN A H03. START PACKING YOU B*TCH." After that he gave me a beating. He does this every day. I am so lucky I can even go to school without being stared at strangely. I want to stay here. Not with my step dad. Just with my sister. After the beating I curled under my covers and scooted to the corner of my bed. I thought very much about the meaning of life.one word. Useless
_______________________________________

Author's Note

Did you like it. I know I know I didn't tell you. Consider it as a early Christmas Present. .w.

Comment what you think will happen