Truth by Alexia Marshall (romantic story to read TXT) 📕

If I had listened, I wouldn't be laying in this hospital bed.

If I wasn't snooping around, I wouldn't have gotten shot in the arm.

If he never killed her, everything would be different.

There are so many things that might of never happened, but they just do.

Sometimes you wish there was a restart button, but there isn't.

But not everything can go your way and that is the fact of life.

Most kids would be happy when it was time to leave school and come home. Not me. I hated my home. I lived with my abusive father who smokes. I always try avoiding coming home like staying after school, going to a friends house, or purposly missing my bus. But not today. All my friends were busy, there were on after school clubs, and I didn't feel like purposly missing my bus so because I didn't want to walk home. 

I arrived at my apartment door. I sighed as I unlocked the door and shut it behind me. The scent of smoke was in the air and I immediatly knew my father was smoking another cigar. I raced upstairs hoping to avoid him until dinner, but I forgot to the creeky step. The loud creek echoed through our apartment. "Alexia! Is that you?" my father asked.

"Yea, I have a lot of homework so..yea."

There was silence from him so I just went to my room and locked the door behind me. I pulled out my homework and put in my earphones. Before starting my homework, I quickly glanced a picture of my mom on my wall. I never really knew her, but I would always imangine what she would be like, if she were alive. She looked like me with wavy blonde hair and greyish-greenish eyes. I looked away and began focusing on my homework.

Publication Date: 01-21-2014

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