While looking through my post Ive noticed that I never posted an excerpt from Breaking Down. I am actually surprised that I never posted an excerpt for this story! Not only is this story my first published novel, it is also my favorite one (sorry Blue Blood Series!). This novel is my baby and a piece of soul that I poured out in a year that is mixed with my sweat and tears.
Here is the beginning to
Life
Friendships
Step Series/Breaking Down Series
Charlotte & Daniel (Channy)
Charlotte Diaz
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Handcuffed Angels
Charlotte sat in her room and stared out of her bay window.
She traced the raindrops that had cascaded down the glass. A contented sigh
fell from her lips and brought her knees close to her chest. Tears mirrored the
raindrops onto her face and she could feel the rumble of the storm within.
Charlotte could still hear the loud screams and fight her mind, taunted at her.
Charlotte Diaz was supposed to be a cheerful seventeen year
old teenage girl, but anguish hid behind her clouded dark brown eyes. The once
popular bright eyed, curly brunette now hid behind dark hoodies and straight on
bangs. The screech of voices came to a cease in her ears and now the harsh
jagged words from her bellowing parents invaded her.
She couldn’t take it anymore, she couldn’t breathe in her
own skin not today.
The rain, lightening, the dark gray clouds above were became
enticed her. The fight took a turn for the worse for her parents. Sounds of
loud rumbles mixed with breaking material had been the last straw. She opened
the large bay window and stepped onto the roof. Down the side of the roof
thanks to the drain pipe she landed on the wet grassy lawn.
Charlotte pulled on her black hood and ventured down the
street to her familiar place, the lake down the road of her neighborhood.
Strong gush of the wind fought against her, pressed her backwards but she
ignored it. A sharp icy feeling graced her feet from the puddle she just
stepped into. Black and white converse were not the best type of shoes to wear
during a rainstorm but they were her favorite shoes, the ones with the etching
of C & D carved into the soles.
She reached the lake and walked onto the wet, lush hills
towards her favorite bench, the solitude one away from the paired ones. Her
favorite tune of crashed waves into smaller rocks creating her ambiance. She
pulled out her small purple smart phone and started to dial a number, but as
her finger was ready to hit the green phone button she just resulted in the end
button.
Charlotte looked down at her shoes and then looked at the
soles of them, the old scratched initials were there, C for Charlotte and D for
Daniel. Daniel Grey her ex-boyfriend of six years, her junior high sweetheart.
She hadn’t seen him in over a year, ever since that night. As Charlotte started
to reminisce, thunder and lightning woke her from her thoughts.
She watched a lightning bolt about fifteen feet away from
her strike the water. Everything started to move in slow motion, but she shook
her head as it started to come back into focus. Onto her feet, she ran down the
street back to her house soaked. The back door to her house was the best way to
escape her mother.
However life had a different plan.
Farrah Diaz, was a regular socialite in the city, she seemed
like the perfect wife, the perfect mother but she was far from that. Farrah sat
at the kitchen counter with an open bottle of Vodka. Her face was down, but
Charlotte could hear the sniffles from her mother.
Farrah looked up and saw Charlotte gawked at her. The prey
had been spotted by the hunter. Farrah’s haggard dirty blonde hair and
bloodshot hazel eyes squared on her daughter before she poured another drink.
“What?” Farrah asked
hoarsely.
