1. (This is actually the Prologue)
I always thought my life was pretty normal. I had a little sister, a mom, and a dad. Ordinary right? We moved to Florida when I was twelve. Around a year later, my life started to fall apart at my feet. My sister didn't, but I knew my mom was going to divorce my father months before he did. He was irresponsible and selfish. It didn't really sink in until he moved out though. I didn't mind. I think I was the only one out of all of my friends that could say they genuinely hated their father. My dad now lived an hour away, but he was still the same control freak he always was. He would call me everyday, at least three times. He would also call my little sister even more often, even if she didn't want to talk, just to find out what my mom was up to. My dad tried to destroy my mother financially and mentally. He was just waiting for her to crack. That's what I always hated about him. He would do anything just to get revenge.