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Chapter One
Alice's POV:
"Get unpacked. I want your rooms done by tonight," Father barks.
"Yes, Father," I murmur. He rounds on me, causing me to cower back.
"Did I ask you to respond?" His hands ball into fists. I shake my head quickly, hoping he takes mercy on me.
"What's the matter?" Emmett walks through the door carrying a box. My father won't admit it, but he's afraid of my brothers, especially Emmett.
Emmett is huge, towering over my small five foot frame. We both have black hair, like our father, and his hair is curly. His eyes are blue, which is also the same as father.
My eyes are green, like my mother, and my hair is long, falling to the middle of my back. I'm my dad's personal punching bag, though he won't do it if my brothers are around. He knows that my brothers would fight back, but if he threatens me, they won't do anything. He lets my brothers get away from with almost anything, because he knows that they won't leave me with him. Emmett is set to graduate at the end of this year and his grades are good enough to go to college, so I'm not sure what is going to happen then. I don't want to hold him back from his future.
Edward is my twin brother. He has bronze hair, from our mother, and the same green eyes as me. He has straight hair that flops in his eyes. He's almost as tall as Emmett, but not nearly as wide. He come in behind Emmett, also carrying a box.
Father backs away and then turns, walking away. I let out a breath, grabbing a box with my name on it. I lug it up the stairs to my room. Both of my brothers look at me, and I have to look away. I don't like seeing the sadness and pain in their eyes.
"Alice, are you alright?" Edward asks, carrying up a box after me. I set a box in my small room, turning back to my brother.
"I'm fine. I hate that we had to move, I know how difficult it was for you guys to leave," I say, looking down at my feet guiltily. Emmett brings up the last box of my stuff, setting it on my bed.
"We'll take care of the rest of the boxes, you just work on unpacking your room before nightfall," Emmett pats my shoulder. I look up, my eyes wide.
"Are you sure? I don't mind helping you bring the last of the boxes in," I say quietly. I hate being a burden. Emmett ruffles my hair, causing me to smile.
"Don't worry about it, we brought the last of them in already. We're just going to put them in the correct rooms," Edward says, giving me a hug. I flinch involuntarily. My back is still a slight bit sore.
"If you're sure," I say uncertainly. My brothers toss me smiles before heading back downstairs. I open the boxes and start organizing my room. It takes me a few hours, but I finally finish before it gets dark outside. I finish straightening my blankets and pillows. I head downstairs to start unpacking the kitchen. About half an hour in, my father stumbles down stairs.
"Where is dinner?" Father glares at me. I put a pot in the cabinet and stand back up.
"We don't have any groceries," I mumble quietly. He eyes pierce into me.
"Why didn't you call and order take out then?" he challenges. I take a small breathe.
"You don't allow me to have any money so I didn't have the ability to pay for the food," I say quietly. He glares at me and raises and his hand, slapping me. I grab my cheek and crash into the counter. I rub my jaw.
Father takes out his phone and orders a few pizzas, leaving a twenty on the counter and slamming the door as he leaves. My hands shake as I put the rest of the dishes away. My brothers come downstairs a little while later. Emmett is livid the second he sees my face. It's only slightly red at the moment so it could be a lot worse. The doorbell rings before he can say anything. I grab the twenty and open the door to see a really cute, blonde haired boy. He smiles at me.
"Hi. Your total is $18.29," he says, his grin never leaving as he looks me over. I hold out the twenty," You guys must be new around here, I haven't seen you before."
"We just moved here," I say quietly, taking the pizza," You can keep the change. Thank you for the pizza."
"What's your name?" he asks as I'm closing the door. I bite my lip, looking at him shyly. I rarely get along with anyone outside of my brothers.
"Alice," I say softly, closing the door slowly so I can get one last look at him. He's incredibly handsome.
"Well, Alice. It's very nice to meet you," the boy says, his slightly southern voice floating through the door long after he leaves. I don't know how I should feel about this situation.
Not long after, my brothers and I go to sleep. Our first day of classes start tomorrow. We are a week late starting classes but we don't say anything to our father.
I wake up early and find eggs and bread in the kitchen. I make breakfast for my father and brothers. I leave father's plate in the oven and a note on the counter telling him where to look for it.
I carry my brother's plates upstairs and kick their doors gently. They answer the doors, sleep still clinging to them. I hand them each and plate with a glass of orange juice balancing on Edward's and coffee on Emmett's.
I run back downstairs and grab my plate and orange juice before sprinting back upstairs to get dressed. I decide on a pair of simple, black skinny jeans and a red t-shirt. I braid my hair and apply enough make up to apply to the bruise, which isn't fully formed yet.
I meet my brothers downstairs along with a grumpy father who ignores us as he eats. He's already dressed for work. He grabs his keys and grunts at us to get in the car. My hands shake slightly when he makes me sit in the front seat. I hold my messenger bag in my lap and get out of the car as soon as it stops, rushing into the school with my brother. People are staring at us but I don't care.
After we get our schedules, we each are assigned a locker and an escort. My escort is a tall, blonde boy. It takes me a second to realize that it's the handsome pizza boy from last night. He has slightly longish blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He smiles at me.
"We meet again, Alice. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself to you last night. My name is Jasper," the boy says, distracting me for a second. I find myself smiling back at him. This boy seems to be genuinely nice. Maybe this place isn't so bad after all.