Initiation: A Novella (Initiation Trilogy Book 1)

Initiation: A Novella (Initiation Trilogy Book 1) by Franny Marie Read Free Book Online Page A

Book: Initiation: A Novella (Initiation Trilogy Book 1) by Franny Marie Read Free Book Online
Authors: Franny Marie
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                  Later on, I finally arrive back home and I notice some purple spray paint on the front windows and door. I get out of the car and shut my eyes, hoping that it is just my imagination, but when I open them back up, its still there.
                  “What the hell?” I whisper to myself as I slam my car door and run up the one of the windows to get a closer look. It reads I-Ten with the gang sign underneath it. OH SHIT! How the fuck did they know I lived here? They have never been to my house before.
                  I run to the gate to the backyard that has been busted open, the lock hanging off the wooden fence. The paint is on all of those windows too, even the upstairs windows are vandalized as well as the walls. I instantly try to think how the fuck did they get up there? And then it hits me. Fuck! The house! I run to the front and stand by the door I reach my hand out and push the door open slowly and it makes a squeaking noise as I do. I open it more and walk in, my eyes growing wide with shock and anger. They took it too damn far. My fucking house is destroyed, I realize as I walk in to the disaster.
                  Lamps are broken and scattered everywhere. Picture frames damaged, the walls tagged up, and the kitchen is a mess. Dishes are broken and spread all over the kitchen floor and blinds are torn down. The cabinet doors and drawers have been ripped off its hinges, the pipes busted and water spraying everywhere. I kneel down to turn off the water valve from under the sink to stop the water from spewing everywhere, but my anger is through the roof now. As I head up the stairs, I brace myself for what they might have done to mine and Leanne's room, let alone my mom's room. I walk slowly into my mom's room first, when I open the door I see the room has not been touched, just the outside windows have been sprayed. I tilt my head to one side in confusion and wonder why they didn't fuck up her room. I am thankful that they didn't, but what made them leave it alone?
                  I shake my head and walk into my room and see that it's been destroyed. Of course they would, I don't even care if my room is fucked up so I close the door and head to Leanne's room and her room has also been left alone. Why the fuck would they mess up the downstairs area and my room only? I run my hands up and down my face in frustration, but in slight relief.
                  I go back downstairs and try to pick up some of the mess they had made. Immediately, I know I'm going to need someone to fix all the cabinets and plumbing and shit, but that's the least of my worries, at least for now. As I'm cleaning up, I spot another yellow note on the counter. Again, I don't know why I didn't see this in the first damn place, but I sigh and open the note.
    This is your SECOND warning.
    My fucking second warning. I should have known by how many times I have fucked up someone’s house ‘cause we didn't get what we wanted? This is fucking me up bad. I take a deep breath and exhale as I refold the note up, putting it in my back pocket. I go back outside and take a seat on the front porch, my mind spins on what I need to do to get my sister back.
    Why does this shit have to happen to me? Why now?

I better go see my mom about this.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 7
    My mind races on all the shit that has been happening to me these past two days, and it's making me screwed up in my head bad. I will never understand why they have Leanne and what do they need her for? Why couldn't they just come after me and not her since she didn't do shit to them. I get up and head back into my car, starting it up and head down the road to the nearest flower shop I can find.
                  I walk into the place and the bell rings as I push the door open and it smells of roses. The room is brightly lit and the air in the place feels cool and fresh. The guy at

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