Sir, yes, Sir
Introduction Sorry if there are a lot of writing errors in it, English is not my first language.
All characters in the story are fiction, although there are some similarities about Tess and myself, although to be straight I never got abused in any way by people I love. I do not own any of these characters. I used two characters of the Vampire Diaries: Damon and Stefan Salvatore. ALL HUMAN.
This story is rated M for abuse and self mutilation.
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Summery
Tess is sentenced to a Juvenile Boot Camp. There she meets a annoying major called Damon Salvatore, but is this major this annoying. Maybe he's the one and only person who can help her open up and fix her life. Also some Stefan Salvatore.
Well let's introduce myself my name is Tess I'm a nineteen year old girl my nickname is the Rebel at least it used to be, I was send to a Boot Camp called Raising Hope two years ago. The camp I was send to is a juvenile Boot camp in the desert of Utah, guess all the bad kids got send there. Well it's not a coincidence since Utah's nickname is the Beehive state change two letter and you got behave. But I guess it's kind of my last resort, it was either that or send to the joint and this time it wouldn't be Juvie. Well I'll tell you my story but I'm warning you it ain't pretty.
I was born on the 11th of may 1991 in Atlanta Georgia. A child to a second star General Major in the US army and a pediatrician I have a little brother aged 9 now, he was born three years before my father died. I grew up in Fort Stewart an army base near the city of Savannah GA. My life was smooth, until my father was killed in action when I was thirteen.
I was grief stricken and hated the world due to what happened to my father. Soon after my father's passing I moved with my mother and little brother to her home state New Jersey. We started to live in Newark. I knew no one and had to go to another school what made it worse was that my mother couldn't find a job and got addicted to alcohol and drugs. After three months she met a new guy he was a drunk, addict and I really didn't like him. We moved into his house and he started to abuse me mentally, physically and sexually. But I'll let him because else he said he would turn to my little brother. I'll never told that to anyone not even when….. And when I was at the camp I wasn't suppose to open up about it. If I did who knows read my story.
My mother died when I was fifteen, drug overdose. My new father 'the jerk' got full custody over me and my brother, but only because he got child support and had enough money so he did not have to work. The abuse got worse. I was at the street most of the time. I couldn't control my anger any longer and got caught up in fights more and more. I didn't give a shit about anything and anyone anymore. I have a lot of other problems but I won't give it away all at this point.
This story begins at the day I was sentenced to the Juvenile Boot camp Raising Hope in Utah I just turned seventeen years old. I was sentenced their till my eighteenth birthday at least but they could always hold me longer. They said I needed to learn how to behave I was addicted to drugs, dealt drugs , fought a lot and didn't obey any rules. The thing I was sentenced for although was that I almost killed my stepfather he laid a hand on me again and I couldn't take it anymore I just snapped. But I didn't tell the court I was too ashamed I kept silent and didn't say a word why I did it. I didn't show any remorse for what I'd done so they gave me a choice to the grown up joint Juvie wouldn't do it I had been there numerous times, or go to a Juvenile Boot Camp. I chose the latter so they send me to one of the hardest most cruel camps in the world Raising Hope.