Heartbreaker
Some of you have read my other story, but this idea popped into my head, and I can't get it out. The other story is discontinued, but try something like 'Total Drama Comeback' by 'The Kobold Necromancer'. If you don't think it will be good, just to let you know, it has more than 1000 reviews! So try it! Or, 'Total Duncan Island' but I don't know who wrote it. ANYWAY, on with the story!
FULL SUMMARY: When Courtney's boyfriend dumps her, her life turns from bad to worse. So she does what anyone would do in the face of a wild and drunk dad and a divorced mother, she runs away with her friend Bridgett, who was orphaned at the young age of 3. Shortly later, Courtney and Bridgett join the gang 'Night Hawks' under the lead of the infamous Duncan. Things are going great, but when sparks fly between Courtney and Duncan, thought she would deny it, what happens when someone has Courtney marked for murder? TDI never happened. Contains CxD, side BxG and GxT. THANKS AND READ ON!
Bold means flash back
Italics means thought.
Normal means…normal.
{Brackets mean someone else on the other end of the phone.}
How…How could he?! I…I thought he actually liked me! Courtney wipes a tear from her face.
All those other times, when he was with other girls, I let him off. Only because I thought… I thought we had something real going on. Courtney picks herself up and wanders on down to the creek.
And because, with them, it was just first base. Usual stuff. I guess I thought that he was too nice to say no when THEY asked HIM, not the other way around! But with Chrissie two months ago it was almost second base, I should have taken the hint, when he was undoing Chrissie's bra strap. He said that she was in tears when he said that he was dating me, but I saw the way he looked at the much hotter and revealing shirt of Chrissie, the way he never looks at me. Ohhh…But why NOW? My life was bad enough. My dad is crazy and drunk, my mom is getting divorced, and even though I will live with her, it won't be for another two months, but I could always go to my boyfriend's house to stay when my father got to rough.
Courtney throws a stone in the creek, and then sniffles. I guess I wasn't good enough…Ugg pull your self together, Courtney! You deserve better than him!*RING*Courtney's phone interrupts her thoughts. "Yes-" {GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU LOUSY DAUGHTER OF A'" (Courtney's dad.) "Calm down honey, Courtney dear, you best be coming home now, your dad's in a…mood. I'm leaving for a trip soon, so I want you to be good, o.k.? (Courtney's mom.)} "Yes mom." {Good girl! O.k. Bye!}
Courtney shuts her phone, when Bridgett walks up. "Hey, Court! Thought I might see you here!" Bridgett was pretty, for one that lives in a tree. Bridgett's parents died at her third year birthday party. She was in a foster care for a good 12 years of her life, before she ran away. She has been living in the woods next to the creek in the park. Courtney and Bridgett have been friends for awhile now.
"Hey, my dad's drunk again. I think I might not see you for a while." Courtney sighed. "Don't worry. I'll be around. Besides, if things get to rough, you can move in with me." Bridgett joked. Courtney seriously had considered that before, but she had always had 'his' house to go to. But now, the thought had actually crossed her mind. To run away.
"Well, Bye Bridge." Courtney says. "Yeah, bye Court, see ya tomorrow?" Bridgett responds. "Um… Oh, yeah!" Courtney answers. Courtney walks down the road to a large white house. "THERE YOU ARE, YOU RAT! WHERE WERE YOU? YOUR MOM LEFT THREE HOURS AGO! YOU ARE TO LIVE WITH ME, YOU GOT THAT? YOU WILL FOLLOW MY RULES! NOW GO DO THE DISHES AND WHEN YOU'RE DONE, FOLD THE LAUNDRY! NOW, YOU BLASTED WRENCH!" Courtney groaned. Mom must have left already and Dad was still here before he left for his club. Courtney walked in, washed a cup, and poured a soda. When she reached for a straw, the last one, she was slapped across the face.
"I SAID FOLD THE LAUNDRY AFTER YOU WASHED THE DISHES. AND DON'T YOU DARE TAKE THAT LAST STRAW, OR YOU WILL HAVE TO BUY MORE! YOU GOT THAT MAGGOT?!" Pain was streaming into Courtney's face. She grabbed a pill from the nearby medicine cabinet, and threw one into her dad's mouth. He immediately slumped down and Courtney raced into her room. The pill would only last for a couple minutes, so she had to act quickly.
Throwing her credit card and her father's credit card along with her wallet, several articles of clothing, and a blanket into a bag, she threw open a window and jumped out the window just in time to see her father slam open the door. "IF YOU DARE RUN AWAY, IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN, YOU WILL WISH YOU HADN'T BEEN BORN! YOU HEAR ME! NEVER!" Courtney looked back, and then jumped out the window. She stopped and thought about her birth.
Courtney was thirteen and asked her mom why she even liked Dad. This was after Courtney was slapped by her dad because he was drunk again. Courtney's mom confessed that she was 21 when she met her father and he was a student at the college. 'It was love at first sight…' her mom sighed, looking dreamy. But then he joined the gang Bloody Raptors, and things went down hill from there. At first it was small, him coming home later and later, then he started smelling like drugs. Finally, he started hiding them down in the cellar. But the first time he hit Courtney was when he came home at 3:00 a.m. and Courtney, 7, asked if he was o.k. because he was looking weird. He said, 'What do you think, you ratty hoe?' and then slapped her. She had then expanded her vocabulary to include words that would make adults wince in pain due to her dad. But then, a month ago, her mom filed a divorce. But the worst would yet to come…
Her mother sadly informed her that she would be staying with her father. This made Courtney weep for hours. Back to the present: Courtney hid under her window until her father left for his gang. Then she walked to the front of her house, and using the spray can she snatched from the counter, she spray painted one word in permanent spray:
'HEARTBREAKER'
Then she ran, and never, ever, looked back.
