Title: Little Changes
E-mail: Elle@every-other-time.org
Web site: http://every-other-time.org
Chapter Summary: Kylie McKinnah moves to Kingsport much against her will. Her step-dad has a short temper, and she's usually the cause. Kylie meets Tyler at school, and makes friends with the IAHB squad..but how long can you keep secrets from friends?
Archive: Yep, just e-mail me and let me know where
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to me unless otherwise indicated. Send me comments and suggestions. They're always welcome.
Note: I read some of the rviews and decided to re-vamp this a little to answer some questions. I'm writing this for fun, not because I can spell correctly, not because I have amazing characterization, not because i don't screw up, I'm doing it because I don't want to. So there.
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"I'm glad to know your SO fuckin happy while your childs in pain, I'm glad you give a rats ass about MYfeelings", Kylie McKinnah cursed down the steps of her new home in Kingsport.
She tried her best to be diffrent from everyone else. Kylie's hair came down a little above her shoulder with blonde streaked with even blonder highlights. Hey eyes were a bright green just like her mothers. She had a cheerleader build, and was regular height for girls her age.
Her mother Stephanie was a flight attendant who'd met a handsome doctor on a flight from Canson Beach, California to Paris, France. The handsome doctor seduced her mother into spending the weekend with him. And within a few weeks Stephanie had announced the move. Kylie had already been getting into trouble at school as it was and the news of a move didn't make her any more cooperative. She was a member of her cheerleading squad and dated canson High's 'bad boy', her weekends were spent getting into all sorts of trouble. While her half sister Rebecca Johnson managed to keep her studies up and keep herself out of trouble. Rebecca had glady excepted the move since she hadn't liked Canson Beach anyway, and she'd really taken a shinning to Jack Karson.
"Kylie Leigh McKinnah don't take that tone with me," he mother said shaking a finger at her. Stephanie had never been an aggressive parent and the best way she could think of was to simply scold Kylie, and hope she'd get some sense into her.
"Really mom fuck off...Jeez, you think shaking your finger at me's gonna make me instantly like you? Respect you? Well it's not so back off and leave me be," Kylie replied, little satisfied and ashamed of using those words with her mother. It felt good to get the anger out. But she could see the hurt in her mothers eyes. So instead of apologizing she turned and retreated to her room.
The room was bare except for newspaper taped down to the floor, a butterfly chair, and cans of paint and brushes. Since the room had never occupied a teenager, Kylie had to task of fixing it up. Her mother had given her permission to do whatever she wanted to the room, so Kylie had set her creativity to work. After mapping out a plan in her head of what she wanted it to look like she'd gone and gotten the paint. The painting calmed her, she could listen to her music, and work on painting the walls of what she'd call her own a soft-lavander. In she mixed glitter, just to give the room that girlish princess look. The time flew by and before she knew it when she looked outside it was pitch black. Setting the paintbrush down, she turned of her stereo and crept down the steps. It seemed like everyone was sleeping. So she went into the kitchen and got a bite to eat. After getting some yogurt and a Coke. She turned back to go upstairs. Jack was standing there staring at her.
"It's not polite to stare at people," Kylie snapped, she didn't like being looked at like that.
"Just came down to see what was going on. It's late after twelve, you should be tucked into bed, not raiding the fridge," Jack replied crossing his arms over his chest.
Kylie rolled her eyes," Your not my father and your not my mother. I'm old enough to decide when I should or shouldn't go to bed."
"Well it's my house and I like everyone in bed by ten o'clock," He replied, not moving out of her way when she tried to pass.
Kylie tried her best not to be intimidated by him. It was hard since he was at least twice her size,"Then move out of my way and I'll leave your damn house. You'll just have to explain to my mother why you were a jerk and threw me out. I'm sure she'll just LOVE you for that once. Since she'd trying to keep me IN the house."
"I'm not very found of the mouth you have on you. Where I'm from little girls don't sass they're elders." Jack said moving towards her at a slow, scary pace.
Kylie began to moved back, He'd started to tread into her safe bubble. The look in his eyes had changed from a nice wannabe father, to a dark demonic gray. And she didn't like that feeling. he towered over her at five foot ten, and outweighed her by nearly another one of herself. Jack grabbed her arm, his hand squeezing tightly around her much smaller wrists.
She winced in pain,"Jack let go of me now or I'll scream bloody murder." Her father had beaten up her mother when she was a child. All through her life it had been drilled in her head to never allow a man put his hands on her in that way. To degrade her. Never let anyone make you feel less than nothing.
Jack for some reason just let go of her arm,"...Tell anyone about this and your in trouble. More trouble than you wannna handle." It was his way of keeping a lid on things. Physical violence, mental violence it all worked like a charm.
Kylie wiped the tears away that had started to form in her eyes. She wouldn't cry not there, not in front of him. Instead she marched past him, straight up to her room locking the door. Why hadn't she fought back? She thought long and hard about it. She'd never been so submissive in her life to anybody. Then she remembered his body compared to hers. How he was twice her size, and grip he'd had on her arm. She touched the spot lightly. It was already turning into a bruise, and it was sore. After opening up a window to let the smell of paint out, she curled up in a spot that wasn't messy with paint on the floor. As much as she tried, sleep wouldn't come to her that night.
E-mail: Elle@every-other-time.org
Web site: http://every-other-time.org
Chapter Summary: Kylie McKinnah moves to Kingsport much against her will. Her step-dad has a short temper, and she's usually the cause. Kylie meets Tyler at school, and makes friends with the IAHB squad..but how long can you keep secrets from friends?
Archive: Yep, just e-mail me and let me know where
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to me unless otherwise indicated. Send me comments and suggestions. They're always welcome.
Note: I read some of the rviews and decided to re-vamp this a little to answer some questions. I'm writing this for fun, not because I can spell correctly, not because I have amazing characterization, not because i don't screw up, I'm doing it because I don't want to. So there.
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"I'm glad to know your SO fuckin happy while your childs in pain, I'm glad you give a rats ass about MYfeelings", Kylie McKinnah cursed down the steps of her new home in Kingsport.
She tried her best to be diffrent from everyone else. Kylie's hair came down a little above her shoulder with blonde streaked with even blonder highlights. Hey eyes were a bright green just like her mothers. She had a cheerleader build, and was regular height for girls her age.
Her mother Stephanie was a flight attendant who'd met a handsome doctor on a flight from Canson Beach, California to Paris, France. The handsome doctor seduced her mother into spending the weekend with him. And within a few weeks Stephanie had announced the move. Kylie had already been getting into trouble at school as it was and the news of a move didn't make her any more cooperative. She was a member of her cheerleading squad and dated canson High's 'bad boy', her weekends were spent getting into all sorts of trouble. While her half sister Rebecca Johnson managed to keep her studies up and keep herself out of trouble. Rebecca had glady excepted the move since she hadn't liked Canson Beach anyway, and she'd really taken a shinning to Jack Karson.
"Kylie Leigh McKinnah don't take that tone with me," he mother said shaking a finger at her. Stephanie had never been an aggressive parent and the best way she could think of was to simply scold Kylie, and hope she'd get some sense into her.
"Really mom fuck off...Jeez, you think shaking your finger at me's gonna make me instantly like you? Respect you? Well it's not so back off and leave me be," Kylie replied, little satisfied and ashamed of using those words with her mother. It felt good to get the anger out. But she could see the hurt in her mothers eyes. So instead of apologizing she turned and retreated to her room.
The room was bare except for newspaper taped down to the floor, a butterfly chair, and cans of paint and brushes. Since the room had never occupied a teenager, Kylie had to task of fixing it up. Her mother had given her permission to do whatever she wanted to the room, so Kylie had set her creativity to work. After mapping out a plan in her head of what she wanted it to look like she'd gone and gotten the paint. The painting calmed her, she could listen to her music, and work on painting the walls of what she'd call her own a soft-lavander. In she mixed glitter, just to give the room that girlish princess look. The time flew by and before she knew it when she looked outside it was pitch black. Setting the paintbrush down, she turned of her stereo and crept down the steps. It seemed like everyone was sleeping. So she went into the kitchen and got a bite to eat. After getting some yogurt and a Coke. She turned back to go upstairs. Jack was standing there staring at her.
"It's not polite to stare at people," Kylie snapped, she didn't like being looked at like that.
"Just came down to see what was going on. It's late after twelve, you should be tucked into bed, not raiding the fridge," Jack replied crossing his arms over his chest.
Kylie rolled her eyes," Your not my father and your not my mother. I'm old enough to decide when I should or shouldn't go to bed."
"Well it's my house and I like everyone in bed by ten o'clock," He replied, not moving out of her way when she tried to pass.
Kylie tried her best not to be intimidated by him. It was hard since he was at least twice her size,"Then move out of my way and I'll leave your damn house. You'll just have to explain to my mother why you were a jerk and threw me out. I'm sure she'll just LOVE you for that once. Since she'd trying to keep me IN the house."
"I'm not very found of the mouth you have on you. Where I'm from little girls don't sass they're elders." Jack said moving towards her at a slow, scary pace.
Kylie began to moved back, He'd started to tread into her safe bubble. The look in his eyes had changed from a nice wannabe father, to a dark demonic gray. And she didn't like that feeling. he towered over her at five foot ten, and outweighed her by nearly another one of herself. Jack grabbed her arm, his hand squeezing tightly around her much smaller wrists.
She winced in pain,"Jack let go of me now or I'll scream bloody murder." Her father had beaten up her mother when she was a child. All through her life it had been drilled in her head to never allow a man put his hands on her in that way. To degrade her. Never let anyone make you feel less than nothing.
Jack for some reason just let go of her arm,"...Tell anyone about this and your in trouble. More trouble than you wannna handle." It was his way of keeping a lid on things. Physical violence, mental violence it all worked like a charm.
Kylie wiped the tears away that had started to form in her eyes. She wouldn't cry not there, not in front of him. Instead she marched past him, straight up to her room locking the door. Why hadn't she fought back? She thought long and hard about it. She'd never been so submissive in her life to anybody. Then she remembered his body compared to hers. How he was twice her size, and grip he'd had on her arm. She touched the spot lightly. It was already turning into a bruise, and it was sore. After opening up a window to let the smell of paint out, she curled up in a spot that wasn't messy with paint on the floor. As much as she tried, sleep wouldn't come to her that night.