Chapter one

Author's POV

born to aggressive parents who 🍷 drink ,smoke cigarettes and argue at every single chance they get ,Elizabeth Quinn has always been a child who loves to keep to herself .

ONE DAY.....

Elizabeth's POV❤️🥰

"You're crazy I can't believe I've been enduring your shitty nonsense for the past seventeen years" I heard my mother shout from the sitting room, obviously her and father were arguing again .

This had been happening ever since I was a kid ,sometimes father would beat mother up whenever he was drunk and vice versa ,I can't even count how many scars they both obtain in a week

It's either father beats mother with his pants' belt or mother break beer bottles on father's head ,Jail has become an ice cream shop where they visit everytime due to father involvement with some Gang .

Father works in a beer making company while mom works in a bar ,Despite them working they have never thought of sending me to school ,Anytime I ask my mom about my education she is always saying

" Bethie you don't need it"

or "my mom didn't send me to school and look I'm living fine and everything is ok with the exception of your crazy father of course".

I decided to check on them to make sure they have not killed each other since everywhere was silent all of a sudden ,I found father dragging some bags out of the house into a cab ,I watched him move all of his belongings into the cab and then he looked at me and mom and said

"I'm leaving for Good this time ,don't you dare call my phone Gwen ,you and your dumb daughter can go to hell " , Father has never liked me from the beginning he always blames me for all the bad luck that's happening to him.

"I don't care Franklin ,you can also go to hell for all I care ,I don't need you,my daughter doesn't need you what's your usefulness anyway "my mother replied in a rushed tone before breathing in and out out of exhaustion ,My father hissed and then entered the cab 🚕, I blinked at what just happened ,My father was gone just like that ,though he doesn't like me he was still my father ,I had tears in my eyes which were threatening to fall ,then I heard my mother say

"What are you doing? Crying for a man who doesn't even acknowledge you as his own daughter " i wiped my tears immediately to avoid my mother's anger .

"I'll be back by tomorrow ,there's is a leftover burger in the refrigerator " with that been said my mother went out of the house .

It was still afternoon so I decided to take a scroll out the house,On a normal day I don't go out of the house because of the neighbors ,they make fun of me and I can't even retort , why? ,yeah why? , because I can't form a normal sentence that's the reason I don't speak ,I do understand what people say but I could only say one word and that was my name .

So I went out and keep walking till it was night ,I spotted a bar and decided to enter

But I was stopped by a big guy "you can't enter unless you're eighteen and above " I nodded at him to tell him I was eighteen thou I was lying I stood my ground ;he glared at me but I wasn't fazed ,I nodded again and then he signaled for me to go inside .

I've never been to a bar before ,when i got inside ,it was more of a club than a bar , Girls who wore almost nothing on their bodies were dancing' strippers', as always heard my mom talk about them while men were smoking and drinking ,my inner mind 😇 was telling me to turn back but I still entered anyway 😈 I sat on one of the bar stool , the bartender asked if I'd like a drink I nodded and he gave me a small glass which contained a gold looking liquid it had to be alcohol ,I drank it and ordered for more .

Very soon I started feeling dizzy , I spotted an handsome looking man walking up to me sluggishly ,I guess he was drunk also " do you mind if I sat near you pretty " I nodded and signaled for him to sit " we both ordered for more drink until I started feeling sleepy

" do you want to sleep pretty " the man asked

and i nodded a 'yes' innocently he carried me and then climbed a staircase I guess it led to a room , 'this man is so nice Nd kind hearted ' I thought and that was the last thing I remembered.