Skylar Gostlin | D9 {WIP}

Skylar's father abused her. Her mother had died at Skylar's birth, her father blaming it all on her. And Skylar agreed. Often times, she wished she was never born and attempted suicide many times. Though, her dad never stopped her.

"You worthless fuckin' piece of shit!" Her father would scream at her every night. This would just make Skylar even more suicidal.

All Skylar ever wanted was her death. But that was until she met him.

While walking home from school, someone approached her. A boy who looked around twelve―Skylar's age. He had jet black hair, dark green eyes and fair skin. "S'cuse me, but could ya please tell me how to get to tha Gostlin residence? Ma and Pa send me 'ere fer 'mportant business. Can't tell ya nothin'."

Judging by his southern accent, he was from around here.

"Um, sorry, who are ya?"

"Jus' call me Ansel."

"Well, Ansel, that's my Pa and I's house. So, er, why ya need ta come?"

"Y'all see later. So could ya bring me 'ere?"

"I guess."

And so they went there. Ansel and Mr. Gostlin had talked for a while. And while they were talking, Skylar had time to think. Did she really want to die? There was something about Ansel that made her feel happy for once.

You should've known better

Than to mess with me, honey

I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya

Gonna love ya, gonna love ya

Like a black widow, baby

Skylar and Ansel became good friends. They thought they couldn't have been better. At least that was until their first kiss.

But who saw? No one other than Mr. Gostlin.

He beat the hell out of Ansel, eventually killing him.

WIP