Chapter 1

Oh my God she's such a bitch. Why won't she just let me live my life and do things my own way instead of having her constantly up my ass. I feel so suffocated. I'm about to be 18 in just a few months and this woman treats me like I'm still 14 years old.

"Kali, get down here you've got school work and dinner is almost done, no time to be messing around. Exams are next week and-"

"Okay, I get it I'm coming" I interrupt knowing the rest of the sentence coming.

She's constantly having to lecture me like I don't already know what I'm doing. She acts as if I don't even know how to take care of myself or even know what to do with my own school work.

I walk down the hall Into the foyer, it seems like as I grow this house just seems smaller and smaller. Maybe it's her constant clinginess that makes it so much worse. I sit down at the desk in the back corner and begin my studies. I didn't honestly need to, I'm a straight A student and on my way to being the valedictorian. I don't see why she's constantly down my throat. Like I need to be pressured to do good or something.

"After dinner I'm going for a run." I tell mom hoping she don't try and drive the car behind me again. Seriously she acts like there's someone hunting me. It's pretty damn annoying.

"Alright, sweetie but stay in the neighborhood. I've got a few things I need to do around the house." Mom said as if the house needed any cleaning. She basically kept this place spotless. My room was the only thing that was a bit of a clutter fuck but I didn't mind. Her OCD drives her bonkers everytime she walks by it but I can't stand for her to rearrange my cluttered mess. I at least know where everything is in my own mess. She just doesn't understand.

Dinner smelt so amazing, Lamb chops seared in her signature sauces and some mashed potatoes. God that woman sure could cook. She constantly made my mouth water with the aromas that were put off by her masterpieces she made. That woman sure cooked with love!

After dinner I headed to my room put my shoes on and walked out the door. I had a meet this Thursday and I was not planning on coming in second.

I head out the door," I'll be back in a hour" I shout to mom. She must've been busy cleaning cause all I got was a loud Mhmm.

I loved to run it always made me feel so free and I was good at it. I mean like always in first place good at it. They kept me on the mile because no one could keep up with my time. I've broke three records at school and have colleges looking at me.

The run was exhilarating. The sweat dripping down my face, my legs feeling tingly, from the five miles I easily just ran. My heart beating fast but slowing down as I near home. It gets easier and easier to run more and more these past few weeks. Making the thrilling feeling it give me seep Into my bones more each time.

I was almost home when I felt this gut wrenching pain. Nothing I've ever felt before. S

It stopped me dead in my tracks and I had this awful feeling that something just wasn't right. It was taking my breath away, so I walk the rest of the way home continuously in pain wondering what I just did to cause such agony.

As I near my driveway i see my front door is busted down and see smoke coming from inside.

In a panic, I run inside screaming for my mom.

Smoke is filling the house fast. I could barely breathe the smoke filling my lungs, worried mom had past out from inhaling all this and then I see her.

How long was she in this for, she's lying on the floor, tied and beaten to a pulp. My mind drifting to utter fear, I could barely recognized her.

It smelt like gasoline I knew I had to get out of there quickly. I frantically make a split decision and leave her knowing In My gut shes gone.

I run for the door, grabbing my cell phone from the foyer and making it back outside.

She's gone. My mind is entrapped in the fact that my mother is dead. Who could of done this? and why?

I started to dial 911 but the pain got immensely worse. I dropped to my knees and next thing I know someone's behind me. They covered my mouth with a rag trying to breath. It smelt a little funny and then everything went black.