"Unafraid" I think. (My new book)

So I have started writing a book, I really hope that it can be at least 200 pages, if not more. It would be even more amazing if I could publish it someday! I have so many ideas, so many thoughts to write down! I think it will be titled "Unafraid"

So here it is, the first chapter! If you guys like it, I will post a chapter every few days when I finish writing:

His hand caressed my cheek, and didn't stop until he got to my chin.
"Your beautiful" he said through the darkness. I leaved into his hand and readied myself for the kiss I was sure to come.

I woke in exasperated breaths with my dog, a yorkie (or a dorkie as I like to call her.) looked at me with one of her 'Are you insane?' looks. I rolled myself out of my bed and dodged the clothes strewn across the floor. I really should clean my room. I put my robe on and headed to my bathroom. I had the whole story to myself, too bad it didn't have everything I was soon to need.

I splashed some cold water on my face and when I looked in the mirror I was surprised to see I had been crying. "Son of a triscut" I said to myself. I took some deep calm breaths and I re-entered the room. 'Damn Dog!' I murmured. She had now most comfortably settled herself on my pillow and was apparent she wasn't moving. Well, I was awake now anyway, might as well go downstairs.

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The middle floor of my house was completely quiet except for the heater running. I stepped down the stairs taking special care to skip the last three. Our walls were very thin and my mom would wake if she heard me. My dad had already been long gone, he had to get up at 3:30 and go cut metal. Joy.

I went to the couch and sat for a few minutes. I opened my laptop and saw the time. It was 5:30, and in three hours I would have to see him again. I sighed and clicked my Mozilla Firefox and waited for it to load. It didn't take long but it felt like forever. I told myself that I wouldn't look at his Myspace, but of course I went straight there. I stared at his picture, which was totally misleading to his real self. 'NO. Don't do this to yourself. Its not worth it.' So I closed the computer and shoved it away from me.

I clicked on the T.V. and of course fishing came on. Just my luck. I flipped through my DVR recordings and found a Family Guy to watch. Technically I wasn't supposed to bet its not like anyone else noticed.

My mom was infatuated with her own store full of Scrap booking stuff. I occasionally work but not that often. My dad on the other had was too busy sitting on his butt creating a even bigger imprint. I sighed and was grateful it was only a few weeks to my Sweet 16. Three weeks and four days left, thank God. I don't think I could survive if I didn't know hope was to come. I settled into the couch and pulled a blanket over myself. "Rosie! come here baby girl!" I called to my dog. It wasn't very loud, but I knew she heard me. Sure enough she came down the stairs and jumped up on the couch with me. She looked a little ticked I made her leave her pillow upstairs. I closed my eyes when I heard my house creak and a jingle of bells. No, that couldn't be him, could it? I sat up and starred into the kitchen, and saw nothing but my cat, Bella trotting towards me. I breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down as Bella came up and made herself comfy on my arm.