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03/14/2016 11:36 PM 

Story of v - Chapter 1

Story of v - chapter 1
'Twas a late evening, mid-July, echos of pain fill the brisk summers air, bringing forth stagnant humidity as a bastard child is born. An amputation you would think, excruciating cries ringing out into the fog-filled streets of Brooklyn, New York.

The birth of Veronica Raven Blackwood, in the back of a cab, was, unfortunately, a mistake from the very beginning. Doomed, the girl was not meant for a life of luxury. Conceived by a drug-addicted prostitute mother, Luna, -her mother being forced into sex trafficking by her abusive, alcoholic, pedophile father Felix Blackwood. Once at the hospital, the nurses felt pity for the poor baby girl, even though they were unaware of the true horrors she would eventually come to tolerate. She was so innocent to a ruthless world, ignorant to the evils that lurked ahead of her.

Childhood? What was that to Veronica? Not your typical little girl with pigtails in her hair and a cheeky grin. She grew up in a household of physical and emotional abuse, neglect, and rape. Her father never wished-for her, never wanted her older brother Jared, never really desired their mother. She was just an object to him, both of them, just money makers for him. Forcing her mother to do what he said and if refused, she would surely be beaten and locked away as punishment. In time, it turned into their mother never being around. She was commonly found on a corner somewhere with the whores of the town, letting the darkness consume her; with a needle stuck in her arm.

The only person that understood was her older brother Jared. He enduring the same type of abuse as Veronica throughout their childhoods. Their father would enter their rooms late in the night, in the early morning hours. When the house was expected to be silent and still when all that should be heard were the rats running track in the attic. He would sneak in, covering their mouths with his dirty mitt and have his forceful way. Their mother nowhere to be found, they too young and innocent to do anything about it on their own, nobody would believe them if it was ever mentioned anyway.

Over time, Veronica stayed as strong as she possibly could. The girl was hard as stone on the outside, yet on the inside, was crumbling away, all the while screaming at the top of her lungs for help. Those observing from the outside would just throw metaphorical stones, turn her away; -rejection was a common thing for her, she felt so out of place; like an alien. “She is that whores daughter.” they would say. “How much does her father charge if I want some play?” men would ask. Veronica was turning into a block of lighter-fluid coated coal. Able to fuel a fire by a flick of a flame, but unable to last very long.

“Ew, don't pick her.” the kids at school would say. Veronica would cower like a scolded puppy when caught doing its business upon the floor. Keeping to herself, always; and people wondered why. It was better that way, it was healthier that way. She was toxic, anyone that tried to get close to her would eventually just fade away. Would be pushed away, or would just run away. She could not really blame them.

School was a complete horror show for Veronica. As she got older and had plenty of bad experiences-a grocery list long; she hated it, despised it. The teachers and counselors didn't know which way to wipe their own a s s e s; sure could not teach anyone a lick of useful knowledge.

The girls in school were all preps, goodie goodies and Veronica did not fall into that category. She spent most of her time alone at school, or with her brother Jared when they would see each other between classes. Veronica was nothing but a trouble maker in school. The girls hated her, but, the boys seemed to flock to her. Perhaps she had some sort of sex appeal in a way, after-all her sense of style was far more out there and risky than the other girls. Of course, Veronica receiving attention from boys would just make the basic girls jealous, they would then out of spite, pick on her and try to embarrass her. Would try to trip her to make her fall, stick gum in her hair as she walked by in the hallways. Spread rumors about her number of sex partners, yet, they never spoke the truth. They never used what was easily accessible to them. That was because they were not smart, and Veronica was. She is above average intelligence, she is many things that nobody takes the time to recognize.

Regardless.

The list could go on and on.

However, it would always backfire on the little bitches. The girl with a heart of stone would never get embarrassed, she knew it was what they wanted out of her, a reaction. Also, the boys would even help her and ask if she was okay. Only feeding the mouth of hatred they so deeply possessed. Little did they know what Veronica had to deal with at home, her brother as well; their mother. They never wanted to go home, but where else would two kids go; the streets? How long would they last on the streets of slumville with no education, no money, and no experience?

Little did they know-little did they care.

Times were tough for Veronica and her family, and things were only getting worse. Their mother had become ill with Hepatitis C and it wasn't looking to be a very good outcome. She had multiple other health issues from years of drug use and abuse, neglect to her own self. Their father did not give as to even a fart in the wind about their mother Luna. He would just go do his dirty deeds elsewhere, returning home angry, all because he could not keep it up while cheating on their mother. He would always take out his frustrations on the kids, they had to suffer anytime something went wrong in his world.

Over the years Veronica became more like a rag-doll in some ways when it came to her father, she wouldn't respond, wouldn't move, wouldn't cry. This would punch him in his gut with frustration and make him angry. She used to fight back when she was very little, but then she would be beaten far worse than when she didn't fight back. The young girl realized she had to pick and choose her own battles, at a very young age.

Sweet sixteen, come blow out the candles, its time for a party Veronica! -Nope, things were getting just too bad at home. The young punks mother could not get off of the sofa, nor put down that good ole bottle of Jack Daniels. Here Veronica was trying so hard, putting her own a s s on the line to help her mother recover from her illnesses; and her mother takes advantage. Yet, she understood, Veronica felt for her mother. She had it pretty bad; being forced to do things she did not want to do, no say so in her own life. The pitiful woman was stuck and nobody wanted to help her and if they did, became frightened by their father Felix. He would threaten them if anyone would try to help and he had plenty of buddies to assist him in removing anyone out of his way. Luckily, Veronica, Jared, and their mother Luna would have a break soon enough.

Father was taking off, again.

Veronica's father left frequently, he would be gone for some time, it varying; -giving them all a break, just a breath of fresh air for a little while. This time he had been gone for months, with any luck, he looked at someone the wrong way and was killed. She hoped that is, though Veronica never got what she wanted. Everyone else always came before her, that wasn't just granted treatment by her parents and peers. It was also given by herself as well. Eventually, Veronica would do anything necessary to get by and help her mother and her brother. He was older than her by a year or so give or take a few days to weeks. They both had to step up their game.

The girl everyone always called rag-doll ended up dropping out of high-school to help take care of her mother and, just the household in itself. Someone had to do it, and Jared was taking on enough as it was. Her brother was doing everything he could to help out with money, food, and supplies. He even went out and got a part-time job at a local sex shop to bring in some form of income. -At least he said that was what he was doing for the money.- She never meddled in her brothers business, unless he came to her with something, anything. Sometimes he did, they actually became rather close while growing up together, bonding. Having to deal with their everyday lives but at least they had each other. They weren't completely alone, never would be.

The lamb was starting to get frustrated and fed up with how things were going. Her Mother was surely dying and Veronica felt helpless. What else could she do for her? They couldn't afford fancy treatment, could barely afford to keep the lights on in their tiny apartment. Days seemed to be becoming grim and she was unsure of how to fix it. She did the only thing she felt she could do well enough to make some good money.

Eventually, Veronica ended up doing what she had to do and started selling drugs. Along with the selling of the various uppers, downers, and all arounders, also came the consumption of the drugs as well. The girl had gotten herself in elbow deep, she was becoming addicted, she could feel it. However, it was at least working, she was able to afford things they could not before, for example, even the simplest of items anyone else would consider normal to have, bananas. Veronica was able to keep the lights on, food in the fridge, and the appropriate medicine needed for her mother to recover and possibly live a new, healthy life. Veronica hoped for these things, she wanted everything to be alright, to be okay. But, she knew nothing would ever be.-”okay.”

Things were looking up for the most part, or at least she thought. The days passing seemed to be going reasonably good for Veronica and her family. That is until her a s s h o l e of a father returned back to their home. Of course it would not be long until he would be attempting to be back to his old ways, however, Veronica was older and wiser now, on the verge of cracking at any moment, no longer afraid. The abused young woman had enough and wasn't going to stand for it any longer.

The silence would soon be over.

Within just a few nights after her father returned home, on this night, it was dead silent in the house, around four in the morning. Only the sounds of rats in the attic could be heard as per usual. Her father was passed out drunk on the couch again. Her mother and brother were both sleeping like angels in their beds, tucked in securely. There, Veronica laid in her bed, eyes closed gently as a dream had just begun. Maybe it would have been a pleasant dream, perhaps not.-Usually not.

The door of her room began to creak as it slowly started to open. Veronica's foggy hues immediately shot open in reaction to the familiar sound, subtle, but able to alert her well enough. She stayed still, quiet, like an animal playing dead, closing her orbs again. It was him, and f u c k the world if she was going to let him have a go at her again. She could smell him from the doorway, that stench, the bourbon on his breath, the cologne trying to cover his body odor of pure filth, the trash that he indeed is.

The girl stayed motionless, calm as a clam even though her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest and run away, take shelter for safety. She would not blame it if it had, she would not blame anyone for abandoning her, she was worthless.

Her father drunkenly shuffled his heavy boots along the noisy planks of the floor and over to her bed. She could hear him wheezing as he stood there, towering over her for a moment, then suddenly snatching her blanket off of her body. She wore just night shorts and a tank top and the cool air hit her exposed skin just as the blanket hit the floor.

Veronica's eyes opened, the darkness within them, a coldness, a loss of just giving a f u c k anymore. The girl that had enough sat up in her bed, without any hesitation, a secret pistol was pulled from beneath her pillow. Veronica got up on her feet upon the mattress of her bed, complete insanity within her picture frames as she pressed cold steel to his forehead and pulled the trigger; shot her father right between the eyes. She held her chin up high and snarled as his brain exploded from the back of his skull, blood splat in every which direction. All over Veronica, droplets upon her pale face. Her father's limp body fell to the floor, making a loud thump. More plasma began to escape his body, small amounts of his brain seemed to be protruding from both the entrance and exit wounds. What a sight it was to Veronica who stood over him, saying nothing, just spitting upon his corpse.

Proud of herself.

Moments later, Veronica's brother and mother came rushing into her bedroom. They both heard the gunshot that rang out and was stunned to see what she had just done. Both were completely speechless, the color drained from their faces; white as ghosts. They just stood there, frozen in place, holding each other tightly, beginning to cry and not sure of what to do.

Veronica soon got down from standing on her bed, she still had the pistol grasped within her right grip. Not ready to let go of it just yet, she herself was not exactly sure what she was going to do next. Veronica dreamed of killing her father for many moons but had not thought about what to do after the fact. At that moment, she stood over his body and watched as his fresh claret spread across the wooden floor, seeping into the grain. There were tiny splatters of crimson all over the room, it was going to take a lot of time to clean up the mess.

The blood... the sight of it; must have made something switch, turn, and twist in her mind and she began to completely lose control. Veronica started screaming at the top of her lungs, incoherent ramblings; shaking her head back and forth, and jumping up and down on her bed. She began hysterically laughing and crying all at the same time. Luna and Jared just stood there and watched in utter shock and disbelief. Jared then whispered to their mother. "Go call the police, right now!" he said, being very careful with his movements as he knew how Veronica was, and how she could react. Veronica immediately turned the gun on them both as soon as she heard the word police. “No cops!” she yelled, aiming the gun back and forth, to and fro from her mother to her brother. With a look of fright in her hues, madness within her tears that streamed down her cheeks; what had she just done? Her life was now over, perhaps she should turn the gun on herself and end it all? It would be easier for everyone that way. But, she did it, she actually killed him, she took out the trash, he could never hurt them nor anyone else ever again.

However, Veronica wasn't going to allow them to turn her in. Their father, Luna's husband deserved what he got, he should have been killed long ago. “F u c k him and his high horse!” she cursed at them, extreme agitation, adrenaline pumping, restlessness, flight or fight, she was about to do both. The abused girl had no remorse, she knew only pain when it came to Felix. She would kill him again if she could.

A panic suddenly rushed over Veronica, with as much as she loved her mother and Jared, she just couldn't let them tell on her. She would clean up the mess herself, no need to have her punished. They could go on with their lives happily now, she had done a good job. “Veronica, just calm down, please, put the gun down.” her brother pleaded calmly but with a shakiness to his voice, she could tell he was afraid of her, of her mental state. Veronica had already done so many wild destructive things, ever since they were little he had been picking up her broken pieces. He certainly was aware of what she was capable of, she was not one to trust, even by her own brother. “Calm down? You know what will happen to me Jared if I am taken in. You know damn well!” she screamed with roaring tears cascading from her sockets. “Don't you love me?” she asked, crying, scared, confused, and lost. But, she would make a decision, nobody could talk her down from what she was to do.

Hours past it seemed; Veronica now was sitting all alone in her room on her bed, knees balled up tightly against her chest, just blankly staring at her fathers' body rotting upon the floor. Her thoughts were scrambled. She had just tied up and sedated her brother and mother with Ketamine, a powerful sedative used during surgeries, sometimes mixed with other drugs. -Veronica had access to drugs you wouldn't dare think she would have.

The crazed girl then locked them away in a self-made shelter type of room they made in their home. Veronica and Jared made the room, behind a wall inside of her closet. Just in case, just if they needed to hide from their father, only they and their mother knew of it.

How could she? Maybe she was just out of her mind, after all, the poor girl had spent many days... nights in and out of mental wards and detention centers, or, maybe she just had enough. Everyone has their breaking point and Veronica had reached hers when it came to her father.

She sat there throughout the entire night, not moving a muscle. She could not move, all she could do was barely breathe and hug herself so tight. Soon the night would be erased by the day and she had to think of something, but what? It didn't really matter, she ran out of time.

The front door of her home suddenly was blasted open; “Come out with your hand up, its the Police!” was shouted as the troops came marching in. The address was no stranger to the police. Veronica was constantly in trouble with the law and the neighbors enjoyed calling on the family any chance they could.

Veronica didn't even flinch to the sounds of a bomb in her living room, she had no fear any longer, the one fear she did have was now dead and gone.

Moments later, the bedroom door to her room was kicked open, many men with guns and black masks on filled the room. Barrels all directed right at Veronica, but, she was just a girl, just an innocent victim. With her head down, dried blood coated her nightclothes, her skin, brain matter stuck in her hair. The lunatic looked up through her long lashes with an angry upper lip, an expression of attack mode activated if touched.

One of the men grabbed her by the arm. "Let's go V." he grumbled out with authority. -Big mistake, Veronica upper palmed him straight in his nose, breaking it; she wouldn't be taken without a fight. Sure enough, five... six... maybe seven men were atop of her. Fighting to get her cuffed up, hog-tied, face guarded, and thrown into the back of a police van. "No!!! Mama... Jared!!! I love you, I'm sorry!" she screamed as she was taken into custody.

____ “Thank god they arrested her, I bet she killed someone over there when we heard that gunshot Carl.” said the neighbor Carol as she spied out of her living-room window from across the street. “It's not good to be a snitch.” her husband Carl replied. "Thoughts and prayers." the lady chirped, closing her curtains.
 
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