Warnings: Hints of abuse, rape, and slightly AU
Disclaimer: I do not own "That's So Raven"
It's 10:16 when I pull into the school parking lot. I don't quite remember how I got there, but as I look around I see empty vodka bottles littering the floor and the passenger seat.
I stumble into the front doors and people begin to stare. I realize that my hair hasn't been washed in five days, and that I also haven't been to school in two weeks. I must look like shit. I think as I try to find where she is.
I look around and I try to remember where our lockers are. When I finally reach her she's with Devon. Of course she's with him. This is all his fault! I walk, well more like fall, to where they are and I grip the collar of his stupid polo shirt and pull him off her. As he stumbles back I get in front of her and start trying to punch him. When I figure out that I'm not even hitting him, I go for the next best thing. I kick him. Of course I missed, and ended up just throwing him off balance.
I use all of my strength, well what's not in the vodka bottles in my car, to push him down. Surprisingly enough, he actually falls. I climb on him and start punching him on the chest.
By now we've gathered a crowd, and she's trying to pull me off him. When I see that his shirt is wet, I realize that I'm crying. I stop and look at him, and I see all the hate in his eyes and all the cruelty of things past and what's bound to happen in the future.
I stop punching him and get up slowly. I lost. I think as I start stumbling away. She stops me and forces me to look at her. She looks me in the eyes and for a second I think, I'm safe. She'll see; she'll help me. When I look at her I see confusion, hurt, and above all anger, but not one shred of understanding.
I pull myself up and march past her. I hear people whispering as I pass them, but I don't try to hear what they're saying.
I walk out the front doors, get in my car, and drive to Mac's motel. He doesn't ask anymore, just leads me to the back room. This is my home. I think as I collapse on the bed, I'm safe.
Ten years later I pull into my driveway in Austin, Texas and unbuckle my daughter's seat belt. She turned ten yesterday.
As we walk inside I go to the freezer and get her an ice-pack to put on her eye. She said she got into a fight with a boy in school about the color of her skin. He said she wasn't worth anything because she was half black and half white. She punched him square in the mouth.
She never asks me who her father is, and honestly, and I don't think she ever wants to know.
A/N: Well, here's your sequel. What do you think? Ya'll know who the dad is? By the way, let's just say the first part is before Devon's dad gets remarried and moves away. And all the Chelsea and Devon interaction never happened in this fic.
And in the first story, when she's talking about the whole custody thing, she's talking about Devon's dad. However Devon's dad never did anything to her, it was always Devon. The reason she hated her mom was because she partially blamed her mom for letting her be abused by Devon.
Plus, her mom and Devon's dad were almost constantly out of town, so they never really knew what was going on.