Author's Note: I've always wanted to write Fan Fictions, and 8 Simple Rules is a really neat show. I was thinking of starting a Fan Fict. on C.J. The Prolouge is a flash back to how bad he used to be... the Continuing Chapters will be about Scarlett(c) to Me, and of course the Hennessy family and our very own C.J. Barnes.
None of the Characters belong to me except for Scarlett-Dawn Rascle. SHE IS MINE! NO TAKEY! o.e;
PROLOUGE: A Rude Awakening...
"Please! Stop C.J!" I shouted, trying to be heard over the loud music of the club.
C.J had managed to sneak me, and a couple of our friends into a raging night club called, The Howling Coyote Night Club. It sounded like a wonderful idea at first, and of course I couldn't disagree to his requesting the Club to hang out at. His eyes... his deep... olive green eyes. I sighed as C.J continued to dance, smoke whirling in a ring above his head as he took a puff from the joint he was given just moment before.
"C.J!" I shouted again, pushing his hand down to take the joint from his mouth.
"Aw, c'mon, Baby!" he laughed, tossing his light blonde hair back.
It reached his shoulders, as did most of the guys I hung around with. I was known as one of the guys, but C.J was different around me. I really thought he liked me... At least, that's what I keep telling myself. The boy I had known as a sweet, innocent child actor, was now hanging out with a bad crowd. Needless to say, I was part of that crowd... But never got involved with any of the things the boys did. Placing the joint back in his mouth, he lipped it to the side and laughed again softly, pulling me close to him. I gasped, staring up at him with both fear and love. He reeked of alcohol and marijuana, and I held my breath as he put his face close to mine. He grinned, showing off clean, straight white teeth. I sighed.
"C.J, please. Can we go?" I asked, pulling my head back a little as he pushed in closer.
"You wanna go!" C.J chuckled, his breath so strong of that vile smell that I nearly wretched.
"Yes, C.J, please?" I closed my eyes tight as he pushed my hair back, tossing his joint aside, and tenderly kissed my neck, sucking a little, then genlty kissing it again.
Oh, yes, it would leave a mark.
"C.J..." I growled, but I didn't want him to stop.
Placing his hands on my hips, he grinned again, beautiful bleached blonde hair falling into his face.
"C'mon, Scarlett, Baby! Live a little!" he roared, rubbing his hands along my hips and over my sides.
I loved him... But I couldn't handle this anymore. I raised my hand.
"Wretch!" I barked.
There was a distant sound of skin-on-skin contact, and I saw C.J stumble back with a stunned look on his face... along with a red hand mark on his left cheek. He stared at me coldly, then raised his hand as well. I cringed, but he only point his finger at me accusingly.
"Wha-How. How dare you!" he snarled, his eyes sizing me up.
His... beautiful... Olive green eyes. No longer beautiful, I thought. They were fully dialated of course because of the drugs, but there was a far away hatred that scared me.
"How dare I?" I asked, still shouting because of the music, but not so loud as most of the club had stopped dancing and partying to gather around us.
"Y-y-yeah!" C.J stuttered, wobbling in place.
His appearance was pathetic. I had never seen him in a worse condition.
"Uhh! Your horrible!" I screeched, feeling my face heat up with anger.
I whipped around, not caring that my dark black hair was sticking to my glossed lips.
Heading for the exit, I caught movement from the corner of my eye, but didn't take any heed. Throwing open the door, I felt someone grab my wrist, and I was whirled around into C.J, thumping into his chest with the amount of force with an oomph.
"What! What do you want, C.J?" I shouted, feeling my eyes fill with tears. In the light of the street lamp, I got a good look at him.
His usually wonderful blonde hair was matted and messy, drenched by the sweat and heat of the dance club. The pupils of his eyes were fully dialated, an abyss black in the already black night. His unshaven chin and sides of face were dirty, and a faint red mark was still left on his cheek where I had hit him.
"I want to know what the hell is wrong with you." he sneered, hanging onto my wrist still and squeezing.
"Your hurting me!" I screamed, trying to punch him with my free hand.
"Answer me then!"
I don't know how I did it, but I managed to get away and a few feet away, I turned around to see he if he was following me. All I saw, was him clutching his stomach, and crumpling to the ground in a heap.
On to the Next Chapter: Remeber people... this is C.J, BEFORE he moved into the Hennesy home. The First Chapter, will be the present time, when C.J. is living with Cate and her family, and Scarlett runs into him at a Bar and Grill... Eep! I better not say any more. o.e; I'll spoil the next Chapter. - Just gotta wait until Monday! Chapter's will be updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
