When the Emo Falls for a Prep
Rated M for Abuse and Rape and some Oranges
Jasper and Alice
Chapter one: The Past of Jasper Whitlock-Hale.
When I was born, my mother had died from heart failure. It was then my father's job to raise me and take care of me, but after a few years he got laid off, and spent every night at the bar where he met Shayene, my evil step mother. She is rarely home, always at the bar hooking up with fags, or on some other guys dick. She hardly was around my dad and this depressed him. Because she was such a bitchy ass cunt whore, she made my dad become and ass hole. I hate him with all my heart. He'd wake up and chug a beer, before heading off to work, stopping for lunch and more beer, then after work he would spend, five, six, or seven hours at the bar. Depending on his mood after that, he'd either come home and beat the shit out of me, or pass out.
Sometimes he would push me down the stairs, or into a wall and then he would to tell me to get up ,
"Get up son, don't be a pussy!" He'd always yell. I'd get up, broken and then he'd throw me down again, and punch me or kick me until I was unconcous. He'd leave. Nobody ever noticed because I wore tight skinny jeans, and long hoodies. I dug awesome holes in the pocket to bury my ipod so I could listen to it, while in school and not listen to my teachers. When I got home from school I had to become the "house maid" and clean everything up make sure it was spotless, and cook dinner.
I was the younger sibling, my older sister Rosalie moved away from my house when she was sixteen, and moved to live with her boyfriend and his family. I haven't seen her in so long, but we talk on the internet on Facebook.
In school I got into a lot of fights, and nobody ever won against me. I kicked evetybodies ass, and they were all afraid of me. I didn't have any friends, and I didn't want any I didn't need any friends. They only get curious and then ask questions…and answers I can't give. So I just stick to myself and everybody leaves me alone. That's all I need.
I drive a black Mazda M3, with an imported base system to make it sound that much better and to let the cars next to me hear what I'm listening to.
My life is a fucking hell hole….i just hope someone can save me.