Chapter One: Pucca’s Mother and Father

Title: Pucca Life

Author: Funny Love Girl

Fiction Rated: Teen rated for violence and curses

Category: Pucca Funny Love

Genre: Suspense/Drama/Horror

Disclaimer: I do not own Pucca

Summary: Pucca blame for the destruction of a rare vase. Her mother in fury hit her father killing him, then the worst continues to happens to Pucca’s Life.

Author’s Notes: This first chapter is sad and horrific. Explain Pucca’s parents not the ones you guys keep thinking she has. Ones who love her and care about her. This explain Pucca life from her parents to her meeting her beloved Garu. Pucca Point Of View. Redone.

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I sat in my room all alone. I heard the voices “monster” and “I hate you” from outside my room, my parents are having one of their vicious fights. I laid in my bed tears of pain and misery rolled down my face. I am Pucca, I have no friends or other relatives, that I know about, and I’m always abused by my mother and father, they call me names like bitch or bastard; they also seem to beat me slapping me hard on the face or hitting me with a belt until I bleed.

Every since I was a baby it was the same thing:

“Your useless.”

“Die bitch just die.”

“Your mom might be right your trash,” And the one that made my heart turn cold.

“If we die you won't have nowhere to go, and will make sure our lawyer send you to jail or orphanage.”

I wish I didn't hear that one. It makes my heart cold and empty. I don't even cry any more, since it hurt so much. If I try to cry it just make my beeping heart hurt more. I am afraid I will die from those words.

“Pucca! Come here, now!” My mother command outside my room, I dug my head further into the covers afraid what might happen next. The door slammed open and my mother sharp nails dug deep into my skin. I screech in pain.

“That will teach you to obey me!” My mom replied, I stared at her bewilder.

I was dragged into the living room and fell in front my father. I lifted my weak head up to see my father gaze staring into my mom glare. Buried on his face was his fury and rage building up, even though his eyes looked closed just like me.

“I’m telling you, she broke the vase!” My mom said, she gesture her blood cover nails toward the broken $300 dollars vase she got for Christmas.

I didn’t understand what she meant by “I broke the vase.” She locked me in my room last night and all morning. He looked down at me love filled in his eyes. He slapped my mom, the sound of slap echo the room, blood dripped on the floor. I buried my face into my lap, afraid my mom would blame me and hurt m as usual or worst hurt dad.

“You liar! She couldn’t do such a thing, she to tiny!” My father shouted, his rough arms held me protectively. I breath in his smell of beer as usual. It such a common thing in our household to have beer, but right now I didn’t want to smell this odd scent. Instead I wanted the sweet scent of pine tree or flowers that make me feel relax. I start to remember who these people are.

My dad is a kind man with a large heart towards me. He married my mother before she did drugs. Now he despises her guts. I love him more than my mother. He does abuses me too, it depends if he angry or if I do something wrong. He has the same close eyes, but he has brown hair instead of black like mines. He has weak lower body strength but I must admit his upper strength is over powering, even my mom strength is nothing compare to his.

My mother is evil. She used to be kind, until she became a alcoholic and smoker. Whenever she does something wrong she blames me. She says I am useless and I should just die. Whenever I steal a book and try to read it. She tells my dad and he beats me. She says I am just trash and trash is stupid, just like me, apparently. She has red eyes and black hair, she put on tone of make up and perfume, but the smell and look could never hide the alcoholic she is.

“You bastard! It always her isn’t it!” My mom shouted, I snap out of trance and quickly ran under the desk away from my dad warm arms. Even if the alcohol made me want to puke, I rather have his body warmth.

“What at least she better than you, bitch,” My dad shouted, my mom let out a frustrated screech. I shudder whenever she screams it leads to fighting. I think it her battle cry.

She punch him in the face a bruise on the left side his eye. My mom is strong and works out a lot. When she punches it seems like she breaking a piece of brick. Right now she breaking my dad face as though it was a egg. He fell on the floor into complete unconscious.

“And stay down, bastard!” My mom shouted, she left leaving to get a cigar not even caring about daddy.

I watch the devil leave the room. He wasn’t moving not even his normal chest pattern was moving. No, no he couldn’t be dead. It wasn’t that hard hit was it? He did seem to become weaker after every blow my mom gave him. No, no, no he alive! I race to him and laid my head on his chest. Nothing not even a trace of a sound. No! He dead…

“Mommy he not moving,” I hissed, I normally didn’t talk and when I did my mom slaps me.

She turned around after she finish her first cigar. She looked at me with angrier about to slap me, but she stop. She looked at her husband and saw he wasn’t moving. She raced to him, I could feel the fear around the room. Tear ran down her face onto his chest and loud whimpering was heard.

“No, no, no he can’t be dead!” My mom screamed, I saw a hint of something I never seen before, was it love? Didn't she hate him? Now not the time, we need to rescue him!

“Mommy, should I get the phone and call the hospital?” I ask innocently, I may be force not to read and seem like a idiot, but I wasn’t. I am intelligent and powerful! Just not outside of my cute little dumb look.

“No, no don’t call the hospital they will blame me! Just like your father blame me for, you!” She shouted soon realizing I was talking. She grabbed me by the shirt and threw me angrily onto the wall. I cough feeling my sides hurt and I almost collapsed at the her rage.

“I hate you so much, but I bet your father wants me to kill you now!” I stared into the eyes of pure hate, she grabbed me by my shirt and push me against the wall. I cough again this time blood came out my mouth.

“I can’t stand you, Pucca!” I looked at her, fear and sadness buried in my head. What was she going to do? She push me on the ground and ran to the kitchen. I sat there frighten and my legs felt like stiff brick unable to move. She returned with a sharp knife. She wants to kill me! Why was this happening to me!?

“Mom don’t kill me!” I begged, she ignore my pleads.

She ran directly towards me trying to stab me. Jumping in the air, I dodge the sharp blade. I kick her in the face before she attack again. What was I doing? I don’t know how to fight. Sure, I watch plenty of times. She recover and attack me while I was thinking. I jump again and hit her with my forehead. She scream out of pain and was blinded by her rage.

She moved her hand up and down ready to strike. I jumped in the air grabbing lamp that hanged uselessly in the air. I stared down at my mom’s furious eyes. She threw the knife at the lamp and I landed in her awaiting arms. I screamed in fear. She was straggling every breath left in me away!

I saw everything flash before my eyes from when I was born to being blame about a vase. I saw a shining light ahead and I move forward until I heard my mother screech.

I woke up on the floor and saw my mom body next to my father dead. A knife in her head dripping of blood, the exact knife that she try to use to kill me. The knife must have came lose of the ceiling before I went to…heaven. I gave a silent pray of thanks. Then like my mom straggling I receive a realization they’re both dead!

“No, she can’t be dead! Who going to take care of me!” I screamed out loud. I heard her voice ring through my head, “I can‘t stand you Pucca!”

The lawyer is going to send to a orphanage or worst to jail! Whatever that is I know its bad news.

I heard a knock and here came the mailwoman. I answer and saw a look of horror on the mailwoman’s face, she saw the dead bodies oozing with blood. I felt tears run down my face. I couldn’t help, but run up to her and hold her. I just hope I would wake up finding my mother beating me up, like usual.

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Author’s Notes: The first scariest thing I wrote. Wow, I been into horror fiction stories lately. Hope you guys enjoy it! Well, not enjoy it too much then you sound like a crazy person!