Forever Red

By Chrysta Yousef

Forever Red is an exciting tale of a young girl with a hard life and a deadly secret that she hides from everyone. One day, her life is changed, now forever red with blood and death surrounding her. Only love guides her through the chaos to the very end. Her journey leaves her with a choice-to live or die as a human being.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781644245026

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Forever Red

Chrysta Yousef

Copyright © 2018 Chrysta Yousef

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2018

ISBN 978-1-64424-499-9 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64424-502-6 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

In loving memory of a dear friend a mother to so many a sister, aunt, and a beloved wife, Carol Durnen Venier cared for everyone she was an angel on this earth words we use to describe her uplifting, encouraging, compassionate, patient, passionate, above all she was loving words could never say what she meant to us and what she will always mean to me she encouraged me to do my writing Carol I want to thank you for being in my life you didn’t have to care or even talk to me that day we met changed my life for ever and better.

Mother of love

Not of blood

You cared for me

You love me as your own

As I love you

A mother of love

We talk we laugh

We fight we cry

But we are always there

Full of love

I’m here for you

As you have been for me

Chapter 1

The Meeting

My name is Amaya. I’m seventeen years old, and I have a story to tell you about my life. But first let me tell you a bit about myself. I have long black hair and deep-blue eyes. I’m about five foot four and weigh about 175 pounds. I’m not like most girls on the outside. I may look like I am an average, everyday girl. But inside, I am a grown woman fighting the world around me. I grew up in a small townhome with my brother and father. School was never much fun when I was little. I never had any friends. For some reason, they never wanted anything to do with me. I would always sit alone on the swing watching everyone else run and play and having a great time. I found myself living a hard life. But I worked through everything I could. At the age of twelve, it would seem I was more of an adult than most people around me. I would keep my head down. Keeping to myself, I had to have some form of an outlet in my life, and that is when I started my writing—little poems that I kept to myself, pages of tears and pain.

For a short time in my life, I was not so alone. By chance, I made a friend in middle school. Her name was Renee. She had two sisters, and at the time, she lived with her father. He was nice, and we all got along well. Her sisters loved asking if I had eaten at this place that place. But they thought it was funny. I have never been to those places. But their father was so kind. Every Friday, he would let me go out with them. After almost two years, those times came to an end when she had to move. But enough of this, let me get to the story at hand, the one you all came to find out about.

Story of my life is forever red.

My life is painful drama, and it’s unbelievable for you to understand. Let me tell you my story, my way.

Say what you want about my life. I lived with my father. He was not a drunkard and not necessarily a bad guy. He was however bipolar. He couldn’t see what he was doing wrong. When things got hard, he’d flip out and then not remember what he did the next day. These events took place at random. I always have to watch the words I spoke, having to be careful whose names I spoke. He was not only bipolar, but he was paranoid. His paranoia got worse over time, and this made him a bit violent.

At this point in my life, my older brother had already moved away. He hated our father for a great many reasons. I was twelve and left alone with our father. I had to learn at a young age how to care for myself. I also had to learn how to take care of him. I did the grocery shopping, the cooking, and the cleaning. At the same time, I went to school. I did well in school. I loved woodshop and art classes. I loved being away from home. I’d walked to and from school rain or snow.

A few years after, my brother left. One day, things got really out of hand. I woke up to him yelling and throwing things as he ran up the stairs. He stormed into my room, taking me by my hair. With his hand, he lifted me from the bed. He threw me into the wall. I ran out of the house, and I could hear him following after me. The gate was locked, so I climbed over the fence and barbwire. There were small cuts on my arms, hands, side, and my legs.

Scared for my life, I didn’t look back. I had nowhere to go. I ran for what seemed like a long time. Then I fell on some ice. I was so scared that I didn’t even realize the snow everywhere. I looked at my feet. They were red and cold as ice. I looked around for a place to go to. But nothing was open, so I started to walk. It has to be about two or three in the morning.

I was so cold. After a while, I see a spot between two buildings where there was no snow. I went and sat down. Pulling my feet into my pants legs, I rubbed them, trying to keep warm. I could feel a burning in my feet. I sat there, and I kept putting my hand under my arms. But for the life of me, I couldn’t seem to get my feet warmed up.

Who are you? a voice yelled. Jumping, I looked up at where this voice came from, but I saw nothing. I looked back at my feet and rubbed them again.

I said who are you? This time, the person stepped right in front of me.

Sorry. If this is your place, I’ll leave. I moved myself back to the wall away from him.

His hand moved to me. I closed my eyes, ducking my head under my arms.

I’m not going to hit you. Oh no I have other plans.

Just the thought of what he was thinking made me sick. I jumped up to run. I got all of two steps away before I felt a hand grabbing my neck. He then slammed my face into the side of the building. I was unable to see him; the blood was running down the side of my face.

Please don’t, was all I could get out. His grip got tighter I could not hear my own voice.

You’ll be sorry, girl. Hey, get over here, he called to someone else.

She’s a cute one, smells nice. A face showed up in front of me. He leaned on the wall then bent over. I closed my eyes. I felt a tongue move up my check. When he moved back, I opened my eyes. Blood? I tried to move. The guy pulled me off the wall. They both were looking at me intently.

You didn’t have to make her bleed before I got here, did you?

The guy holding me said nothing. With his other hand, he took my hair. I could see both of their faces. Their eyes are black.

Wait, please, you don’t have to do anything.

He looked at me with a smile on his face like this was a game of some kind.

This will hurt more if you fight us, he said as he moved himself over me, holding me by my hair and pushing me to the wall. Both guys got close. They both went toward me. The other guy took hold of my arms. I closed my eyes. I was shaking. I could feel them breathing. I could feel his lips as they touched my skin. I felt them as they moved to open.

No! I yelled. I felt a strong wind. I was pulled by my hair but then he let go. Opening my eyes, I saw blood everywhere. His body was lying on the ground. His head was removed, and the other guy was standing next to me, still holding on to my arm.

Get away from her or end up like him.

I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t care. He was helping me out.

You killed him! he yelled in anger. He took my upper arm, bending my back, forcing me to my knees. He held on so tightly it felt as though he was breaking it. I looked up to the other man, trying to see his face.

Stop, please let go, I spoke softly.

Shut up! He kicked me and left his foot on my back, pushing me down closer to the ground. Still holding my arm, he pulled it back. My shoulder felt like it was about to be ripped off.

Aaaaahhh! I cried out in pain.

I said to let her go. I could see his feet move closer to me.

I’ll kill her first before you can get close to me! He bent down, and I felt him