My Fragile Heart by Selena & Samara (motivational books for students TXT) 📖

9 years ago

I stood there in the cold night staring at my dead father. I can't believe he's dead. I'm only 8 year old. I saw the vampire suck life right out of him.

"No! Please Dad. Wake up! You the only one I have. Don't leave me!" I yelled. Tears ran down my face. I tried shaking him to wake him up. But he didn't open his eyes. I screamed and ran out the woods. I ran until I was behind our house. I went to my next door neighbor's house. I banged on the door until Brian opened it.

"Zoey? What are you doing here? It is 12:00 am." he said.
"Dad is in trouble. We need to save him." I said. I start pulling him to the woods.
"What are you taking me?"
"To Dad. We need to hurry!" We finally made it to Dad. Brian checked for Dad's pulse.

"He's dead. We need to get out of here." he said.
"We can't leave Dad here!!" I yelled
"Fine."

Brian helped me drag Dad out of the woods. When we was out, Brian took out his cell phone and called the police. While he was talking to the police, I stared at Dad with horror. I started to cry and I fell to my knees. It started to rain, but I didn't care. I layed against Dad. Why did he leave me out in this world. I feel so alone.

"Zoey. We have to go. The police will come and get your Dad." Brian said.
"No!! I'm not leaving him!!!" I said. I was in so much pain. I love Dad so much. I couldn't leave him. The police and the ambulance finally came. Brian picked me up and they took Dad away from me.

"No!!! Let me go!" I yelled. I tried to get out Brian's arms, but he tightened his grip around me.
"Let me go!" I said. I start hitting his arms, but he wouldn't let go. I stopped hitting him and watched the men put Dad in the ambulance and drove away. The police man came toward me.

"I'm so sorry about your Dad." said the police man.
"I want to go with my Dad!" I yelled.
"You can't. Tell us what happen."
"Not until you take me to my father!"
"Zoey! Don't speak to the police man like that." said Brian.
"You not my father!! Take me to my father. Now!!" I said.
"We can't!! Your father is dead! He is not coming back! Now tell us what happened?!" yelled the police man.

When he said that, it felt like I was shot right in the chest. Those words hurt. Dad really is gone. He is never coming back.He left me in this world all by myself. With nobody. Tears ran down my cheeks. I told the police everything that happened.

"Zoey? Vampires are not real." Brian said.
"Yes they are!! They killed Dad!" I said. It hurt to know that they don't believe me.
"Vampires do not exist." said the police man.
"I'm telling the truth! Why doesn't anybody believe me!" I said.
"We'll find out who killed your father, but we want to know if you have any other living relatives."

I stared at them with disbelief. They really don't believe me. Just because I am a kid. I shook my head no to answer his question.
"She can sleep at my house for tonight." Brian said. The police man nodded and left. Brian carried me toward his house. When we were inside, he put me in the guest bedroom. I can feel Brian's wife, Mitchelle, and his son, Michael, starring at me. He lay me on the bed.

"Are you hungry?" Brian said.
"No Can you leave now?" I said. Brian nodded and left. I could hear him talikng to his wife about what happened.

"Oh. Does she know who killed him?" said Mitchelle.
"She thinks a vampire killed him." Brian said.
"Do you believe her?"
"Not one bit. She probably hallucinating. She will be better in the morning."

I got out the be and oppened the door a little to see. Brian's wife is pretty. She has blonde hair with hazel eyes. Michael has his Mom's blonde hair, but he has his father violet eyes. I was still mad when I heard Brian didn't believe me. I shut the door and sat back down on the bed. I was soaking wet, but I didn't care. I felt like screaming, but I didn't. Mitchelle came in the room.

"Zoey, I am so sorry about what happened to your father. If you want to talk to someone, you can always talk to me." Mitchelle said. I just nodded and looked at Michael. He was standing behind Mitchelle. He kept staring at me. Mitchelle led me toward the bathroom so I can take a hot bath. I washed myself clean. When i was done, I grabbed a towel to dry myself off. I put on a T- shirt and shorts that belong to Michael. I walked out the bathroom and went back to the guest room. I shut and locked the door for nobody won't come in. I wanted to be alone. No one believe me. They think I'm crazy. But I'm not. I start to cry.

I can still see the vampire looking at me smiling with Dad's blood on his lips. Before he could get to me, another guy stopped him and pulled him away from me. I finally stopped crying and stared at nothing. All I know is, I can't just lay here and cry all night. I need to find this vampire and kill him. He don't deserve to live. I have to avenge my fathers death. I can't tell nobody about this. They will think I'm nuts. I closed my eyes and locked away all my emotions. But there is one thing I am feeling. It is hatred. Hatred for vampires. I screamed against the pillow. When I was done, I fell asleep.

If you don't know my name already, my name is Zoey. Zoey Davis.

9 years later

I woke up feeling tired. I still can't believe it is my birthday.I looked around my room. The same room I stayed in when I was 8 years old. I can still remember that night. I winced when I think of Dad. It felt like tears were about to come out, but I held it in. I got out of bed and left my room. While I was walking toward the bathroom, Michael blocked me. I frowned.

"Get out my way Michael." I said. Ever since Brian and Mitchelle adopted me after Dad's funeral, Michael have been getting on my nerves. Michael is 1 year older than me.

"What if I don't? What are you going to do about it?" he said. The last time he said that, I gave him a black eye. I growled. Before I could do anything, Brian stopped me.

"No Zoey." Brian said. I pulled out his grip and went to the bathroom. I slammed the door and locked it. I looked at myself in the mirror. I have long auburn hair and dark blue eyes. I have pale skin. People would call me a freak or weirdo. Especially Michael. He And his friends would make fun of me all the time at school. Some people would call me a witch because I was born on Halloween. I don't get along with nobody at school, including Michael. Some guys would ask me out on a date, but I always tell them the same thing. "No". All the boys at my school are idiots.

"Why does my life always have to be so difficult?" I said to myself. I took a shower and put on my clothes. Today, I wore skinny jeans and black T- shirt. I gathered my stuff for school and put it in my bookbag. I put on my black sunglasses and hoodie, then I went down stairs to leave, but Mitchelle stoopped me.

"You can't leave until you eat breakfast." she said.
I stared at her and said "I'm not hungry."
"You said the same thing yesterday. I'm not going to let you starve yourself." I looked away from her. I hate it when she worry about me.

"Fine. I'll eat." I said. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a apple. I took a bite of it for Mitchelle can see that I'm eatting. Michael came downstairs.

"Happy Birthday freak."Michael said. I rolled my eyes and left the house. I finished the apple and threw it away in the trash can. I got on my motorcycle. I took off my sunglasses and put on my helmet. Brian brought it for me on my 16th birthday. I rode it after I got my drivers license. The school was only a few miles away.

I finally made it to school. I was about to park my motorcycle in my parking spot, but someone got there first. I couldn't believe this. I always park there. I turned off my motorcycle and went to the car. I knocked on the person car.

"Excuse me. That's my parking spot." I said. I stepped back when the door opened. I was about to cuss at this person but I stopped. My eyes widen when the hottest guy I've ever seen got out the car. He has black hair with green eyes. I could tell that he's been to the gym because he looks so strong. He is wearing black jeans and shirt. I look back into his eyes and he held my gaze.

"You wanna take a picture? It lasts longer." he said.
I frowned. "No, but I want you to get out my parking spot." I said. He just stood there staring at me, checking me out. His eyes stopped to my lips. I blushed. He smiled. My heart skipped a beat.

"Stop smiling. I told you to get out my parking spot."
"What if I don't?" he said. He took a step toward me, still smiling at me. I can tell he was flirting.

"I know what you're doing. It won't work." I said. He took another step toward me. He was coming closer to me. Right now, I want to grab his shirt and kiss him, but I won't. He's just a stranger.

"Can you hurry and move." I said.
He closed the distance between us."I'll move, but I want you to take off your helmet."
"First of all, I don't know you. Second, I don't know what your name is."
"Lets just say, I am a new student here."
"Ok new student. You don't know