Hey, I kind thought of another story, so I thought I would post it, just to see if anyone likes it, I'm almost done with my other fanfiction love on a plane, and I'm block with my fan fiction, he misses you/ she misses you, I hope I will be able to come up with something soon for that one. Anyways here is my new one, enjoy,
Peyton Sawyer, is the new girl in town, her mom getting married, Peyton doesn't want it to happen, Peyton learns thing about her so to be stepfather, but is afraid no one will listen to her. She meet someone who will try to help her, if she let's him.
Behind the hazel eyes, I'm not okay,
CHAPTER 1
"Mom please don't marry him." fifteen year old Peyton Sawyer pleaded.
"Honey, I love him and know I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Now you can except that or not but either way I'm marrying Bruce." Her mom, Anna, replied. They were driving to Tree hill, North Carolina, where her mom's fiancee, Bruce Johnson, lived. He had convinced her mom to move there so he wouldn't have to leave his fancy house or life and so without question Anna had packed up their stuff and was now driving three states over to be with him.
"You thought that about dad too." She muttered under her breath. She had never actually known her father, the only thing she knew was that he had left her mom the day he found out she was pregnant with her, and that didn't make him the father of the year in her book.
"That was different and you know it Peyton. I was young and stupid." She said as they pulled onto a street full of huge houses.
"Now your old and stupid." Peyton muttered so her mom could hear her. She knew it was disrespectful, but at this point she didn't care what her mom thought. She was sick of listening to what a great man Bruce was. To her all adult males were scum.
"Peyton Elisabeth Sawyer! I have had it with your attitude!" Her mom yelled.
"Well I've had it with yours too!" Peyton replied, equally as loud and with more attitude.
"I do not have time to put up with a tantrum from you. We will talk about your attitude later." She said, as they pulled into the driveway of a huge Victorian mansion, the argument getting pushed aside at the thought of seeing Bruce.
"Anna," The tall brown haired man who had to be Bruce said, happily as soon as they got out of the car. "Peyton." He added as she reluctantly got out of the car. She ignored the hand he held out for her to shake and instead focused on looking around the neighborhood. "Shall we go inside." He asked a moment later already heading towards the house.
"No we love standing outside in the heat." She muttered sarcastically as she followed her mom and Bruce into the house.
"Oh Bruce it's beautiful." She heard her mom gush as she looked around the huge living room.
"Thank you I knew you would love it. Come Peyton I'll show you your room." He told her heading up the stairs.
"Yippy." She told him as she slowly followed. She hadn't expected him to pull the bedroom bribe this early, but she figured he was desperate for her to like him.
"Here it is." He said as he opened a door majestically to reveal a huge bedroom. She walked into it a little ways and was surprised to see a walk in closet and her own bathroom. "Do you like it?" He asked her hopefully.
"Not really." She told him. It was a lie of course. She loved it. The walls were a deep red color and the bed was big enough for at least five people.
"You know this attitude of yours isn't helping things so if I were you I would stop it before something happens." He told her his voice low so no one else could hear, the fake cheerfulness was gone and there was a hint of anger in its place.
"Is that a threat?" She asked.
"If you want it too be." He told her.
"Then it is and I'm sure my mom will love to hear that your threatening me." She said grinning.
"Like your mom will believe you." He told her returning the grin. She stared at him for a few seconds trying to think of a way she could have the last word but nothing came to mind. Instead she turned and walked back downstairs. She could hear her mom in the room she assumed was the kitchen so she walked past it and out the front door to think.
"I hate him. I hate him. I hate him." She muttered as she walked around his lawn trying to contain her temper.
"Hate who?" Someone asked. She looked up startled and saw a boy her age in the yard next to her.
"Nobody." She answered quickly. She wasn't about to tell a complete stranger about her problems. Especially a stranger that probably knew Bruce.
"I'm Lucas." He told her extending his hand over the fence that was separating them.
"Peyton." She replied shaking his hand.
"So are Bruce's niece or something?" He asked as he leaned against the fence and looked at her.
"No thank God." She answered before realizing what she was saying.
"Then what are you doing here?" He asked and she kicked herself for starting the conversation. The last thing she needed was to pour her heart out to some stranger.
"My mom made me move here." She answered trying to give out as little information as possible.
"Why?" He asked and she wanted to scream at his persistence.
"Because, I really don't want to talk about it and I have to go anyway." She told him quickly. He was invading her security bubble and she didn't like it at all.
"Wait!" He called but she was already walking back to the house.
"Where were you?" Her mom asked as she walked through the front door.
"Outside. I'm going to my room." She answered not in the mood to deal with anyone.
"What about your dinner?" Her mom asked worry etched on her face.
"I'm not hungry." She answered and she walked up the stairs and into her room. For the rest of the night she unpacked her stuff and set up her room like she wanted it to be. Before she knew it, it was midnight. Knowing she had school the next day she got into her pajamas and went to bed.
"Peyton wake up." She heard someone whisper the next morning.
"Go away." She moaned rolling over and putting her pillow over her face.
"Get up. " She heard a rough voice say as she got tugged out of bed. She opened her eyes and saw Bruce standing over her. She realized he was squeezing her arm and she was instantly flooded with pain. She didn't let it show. Instead she sat up and pried his hand off. "About time. Your bus will be here soon. I suggest you get ready before it comes or else I'll drive you." He told her menacingly.
"Whatever." She mumbled as she walked over to her closet and pulled some clothes out of it. She then got dressed and pulled her blonde hair into a messy bun.
"Peyton your bus is here." Her mom called. She quickly got her bag and walked to were the bus was waiting. She sat down and put on her headphones. As she sat there listening to Fall Out Boy, she tried to sort out her feelings. She knew that Bruce was abusive and that she was starting to get abused and that her mom was probably next but she also knew no one would believe her if she told. She didn't have any proof after all.
"Hey," She heard someone say as they swiped her headphones off her ear.
"What the hell?" She asked turning around to see Lucas grinning at her.
"Touchy,' He joked handing them back to her.
"Sorry." She mumbled. She was not a morning person and she didn't want to upset anyone on her first day at a new school.
"That's ok," He told her still grinning. "Can I sit with you?" He asked boldly.
"I guess." She answered trying to make it seem like she didn't care although she was starting to enjoy his company.
"What happened to your arm?" He asked as she scooted in and set her I Pod in her bag.
"What do you mean?" She asked looking down at her arm. She felt sick to her stomach as she saw a bruise forming in the spot Bruce had grabbed her. Great, she thought silently. She knew she shouldn't have worn her blue halter top. "I don't know." She said out loud praying he wouldn't be able to tell she was lying.
"Really? If I got a bruise like that I would know how I got it. It would have been very painful." He told looking at it as if he was trying to take in every detail of it.
"Maybe I fell out of bed last night and bumped it. I am the worlds biggest klutz." She said wishing he would drop the subject.
"So why did you move here again?" he asked his eyes never leaving the bruise.
"First of all my face is up here." She told him filling her voice with attitude.
"Sorry." He said meeting his eyes with hers.
"That's better. We moved here because my mom is going to marry Bruce soon and we're going to live here since Bruce can't part with his house and job." She told him rolling her eyes at the last part.
"And let me guess. You don't like him." He said finishing her thoughts.
"Exactly." She said relieved she had been able to vent somewhat.
"He's a nice guy you know that right. He probably just wants whats best for you and your mom and that's living here." He told her and, she felt all the liking she had for him deflate from her. Bruce was not by any means a nice guy!
"Yeah whatever," she replied wondering how nice he would think Bruce was if she told him Bruce gave her the bruise on her arm. She didn't though, instead she put her headphones back on and turned the volume up full blast hoping he would get the message and leave her alone.
Lucas sat there starring, at the green eye, beautiful, she was amazing, she was breath taking , but she was so sad, and broken, He wondered what make her this way.
Okay, here is the first Chapter, let me know what you think, If I should continue, or whatever, thanks again I'm also done with chapter 19 to Love on a plane fiction will post so, thanks for reading.
