Kiera smiled. "Alright..."
"I was 15.My father was American, my mother English, but he took the home wit hher in England. My father and mother fought a lot. My father was an alcoholic. Not surprising. I woke up in the middle of the night, from a bang, and went downstairs. I saw my father, pointing a gun at my mother, who laid in a pool of blood. He looked at me, and said my name a couple of times. He came towards me, and grabbed me. I couldn't do anything; I was too weak, and he was too strong. So, he brought me into the pool, and jumped in. He tried drowning me, and I kicked, hit, bit, anything. He was drunk. Then, I finally escaped, and went to dial the cops. When I escaped, he...committed suicide." she said, finishing up her story.
"I'm an orphan...." Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "My mother was so sweet. She supported me in everything I did. Soccer, and all that. She told me that day, before she died, that she wanted to see the statue of Liberty with me someday.
