Chapter1:Ambushed
“I HATE YOU!!!!” I scream, snatching my purse from my dresser as I march towards the door.
“JOLENE, GET BACK HERE!!!” papa hollered as he ran after me, feet clapping against the hard squeaky tiles the maids just cleaned.
“It's always Miranda, Miranda. Every time it's Miranda!!!! Am I invisible or do you just hate me that much?” I scream, tears stinging as my fingers tremble.
“That's not true, you have guards everywhere with you, and you see me when you–”
My eyes burned with tears as I stormed down the stairs.
"Why did you have to change after mom died? Do you love her better than my mom?"
"You have to accept that your stepmom wants the best–”
“JOLENE TORREZ GET BACK HERE!!”
“Where to ma'am?” he asks, fixing his seat belt.
“Dolphin fundraiser.” I murmur, choking down my tears as I roughly jab my handkerchief over the stumbling tears.
The car runs smoothly against the asphalt as four other cars or so trails behind us while two in front.
My hair flips about as the wind caresses my skull momentarily making me feel better.
“JOLENE, you do know he does love you right?” Sir Martin says, peeking at me through the rear view mirror.
Yeah right.
I don't reply or speak as I turn to stare out of the window.
“I miss you momma.” I whisper, forcing back the tears.
My head snaps back as the car halts causing everything to spin.
The screeching of tires as the windows burst into shards sending my head flying which causes me to bang it against the door hard.
“What the hell is going on?” I bark, ears ringing from how loud I tried to speak.
“MA’AM GET DOWN WE ARE BEING AMBUSHED!!”Sir Martin screamed, stretching his arms towards me from the driver's seat where he was.
“What!! Who would do such—” my sentence is barely out when blood splatters all over my face, some pieces of flesh finding their way into my mouth.
My eyes widened as I watched blood drain from Sir Martin's skull, he turns around diving at me.
His body covers mine as the sounds of gunfire fills the air mixed with the stench of smoke, and metal.
I lay frozen as my body trembled, tears running down my eyes. Red liquid runs down his skull into my face, eyes, nose, everywhere as silent sobs rake through my body.
The bullets don't stop, the shattering of glasses as screams fill the air then silence.
“Please, please, please lord, let me survive this.” I cried out in my head unwillingly to move.
The door flings open, giving light to a dark looming figure standing by the door peering down at Sir Martin's dead body.
“Lord please–” my eyes snap open as the sound of a bullet passing into Sir Martin then onto my abdomen causes a loud scream to tear out of my lips.
“Smart move, but not smart enough.” a dark chilling voice breaks the crackling silence of the air.
My spine straightens as I grit my teeth hard to stop the screams of agony.
“You are mine, Pearl Shimmers.” The way my name rolls off his tongue makes me want to shrivel up and die.
I have never been a girl to fear anything. All I know is how to smile, and make the world a better place. I didn't care about any other thing, never had to.
But I have a feeling that is about to change.
“Ahhhh!!” I scream out as he tugs at my leg so hard my head bangs against the side of the car.
“W—who are you?” I stutter, tears refusing to stop running down my eyes.
My once bright pink dress is bloodied as red liquid runs down my forehead in Sir Martin's blood.
I have over twenty guards because papa always worries about my safety, yet that wasn't enough. Every single one of them lay dead on the floor.
I clamp my lips shut, my veins suddenly pulsing as I press my eyelids together, keeping the tears at bay.
“What the heck do you want? Let me go, if my papa finds you–” a scream retches out of my lips as he presses his thumb to my bullet wound.
“What the hell do you want?” I growl, gritting my teeth so hard my face pales alongside.
“Simple, I want revenge,” then he rears the butt of his gun backwards, and slams it into my head causing me to fall forward.
“Finally got you,” is the last thing I hear before darkness clouds my senses.
*
My back hurts, everything hurts as I force my eyelids open only to be met with pure darkness.
I slowly push my body up as a cry tears out of my lips.
"Glad you are awake, because I was getting bored." That same voice filled the air, sending chills down my spine.
“Where the hell am I?” I grit out, fisting my dress tightly as I could barely see.
“Your very own hell Barbie,” he growls, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.
My eyes widen as the room is suddenly immersed in bright light.
Holy hell.
