A/N

Hey Guys! We're so glad to be putting up this story for you to read. We hope you like it and if you didn't know who we are: This story was written by Firelady101 and Love. Me1. (No space) We combined our names. We hope you like it and we hope you review and tell us what you thought :) It's AU and OOC.

Summary: She's been bruised and broken and can't believe that she's put up with all this pain. All she does is try to make her life better but alcohol ruins everything. She's waiting for her knight in shining armor. Or her knight in a prep school uniform.

Disclaimer: We do not own Sonny with a Chance!

Short first chapter but Enjoy :D

SONNY POV

I stood there as he thrusted into me with the thick smell of alcohol on his breath and his sweaty, heavy body pressing on mine. I felt disgusting. I am disgusting. He groaned loudly and moaned into my neck. A tear managed to escape the corner of my eye and roll down onto my collarbone because of gravity. When is this going to end? I'm only sixteen. He thought he was being gentle and he wasn't. He was rough and his hands were overly calloused. It was like sand paper running across my body. I sobbed a little and involuntarily breathed in his alcohol stench. Fucking disgusting. He grunted in his drunken state and let his tongue graze my neck.

I held onto the counter and stared at my panties on the floor and then at my skirt hiked up around my waist. Another tear escaped my eye and dropped onto his back. No one cares. No one can hear me scream. I'm not strong enough to fight them off. Drunks are overly strong for no reason. At least these drunks are. I sighed heavily and sobbed a little more, digging my nails into his forearms that were now holding my hands above my head to keep me from hitting him. Please make it stop...

"God, Sonny..." He grunted and stopped moving. He came into the condom and pulled out of me. I cried silently and pushed my skirt down, feeling like I was worthless for the thousandth time in my life. "Hey, stop crying..." He cooed with a slur. "You're too pretty to cry. And... You're the best fuck I've ever had." He tried to kiss me but I turned my head. I hate my dad's drunken friends. I hate my drunken dad. I just hate my life. He patted my shoulder after taking to condom off and throwing it out. He fixed his pants and grabbed his beer off the counter. I picked up my panties from the floor and balled them up in my hands.

My name is Sonny Alexandria Monroe. I'm sixteen years old and I'm the only child. I live in the shitty trailer park of Beverly Hills where my stairs to get into my house is two milk crates. I won't lie though. It's a roomy trailer. I have my own room and my dad doesn't use his because he passes out on the couch from being drunk all the time. My mother left with I was thirteen. She ran off with a professor at some big top college, leaving me here with my father. She didn't want me. Well, the professor didn't like me so it was either him or me and she chose him.

My father was so distraught with my mother's leaving that he took up drinking and found friends that liked drinking also. That became his life. His friends are the worst. They feel me up and... use me to their advantage. Samson, the man that just walked off from fucking forcing me to have sex with him, he's one of the guys that takes advantage the most. Why don't I leave, you ask? Simple, my father says he's going to kill me if I leave. I only go to school and the grocery store. That's it. Oh and work. I have a job in an office building downtown. I'm a janitor. I clean floors and wipe down windows. I have a hard knock life but no one is going to save me like they saved Annie.

"Sonny, get me a beer!" One of his friends yelled.

I think it was Alex. I did what I was told and grabbed a can of beer. I took it into the living room and saw that they were watching a basketball game. I handed him the beer and walked away quickly. I ran to the back and slammed my door shut. I refuse to take a shower with them in the house but I'm going to be late for work if I don't clean up. I guess... I'm going to work like this. I just changed my bottoms and put on a pair of jeans. I put my foot in a pair of raggedy converses and pulled a dingy red hoodie over my head and wiped my face after. You may also ask why I don't call the cops. I really don't want to go into foster care.

"I'm going to work..." I said lowly, eyeing my dad who was on the verge of passing out.

"Work? Why are you working?" He slurred

"I've been working for a year now, dad. I'll be back in a couple of hours," He pushed himself up off the couch and stumbled his way toward me. He grabbed my hair and pulled me in his direction

"Are you lying to me?" He growled. My eyes watered from the pain.

"No, dad. I'm not," I choked out "I'm going to work, I swear." He loosened his grip on my hair and pushed me away from him.

"I'm sorry, Sonny" He said disgustingly "I love you, honey" I winced and walked towards the door. Love? I scoffed.

He's a fucking lowlife.

I don't know where my mother is at but the last I heard, she was in Bora Bora. I won't lie and say that I don't feel sorry for my dad sometimes. I could hear him crying at night on occasion. But then I think about how he made me cry thousands of times and get over it.

My job consisted of... cleaning. I clean seventeen offices during their lunch breaks and I only two hours to do it. I pushed a grey cart that had a load of cleaning supplies on it. With my headphones in my ear and only one hundred songs. I begin. The best office I clean has the biggest view. I never met the guy that works in there but his last name is Cooper. I love wiping down his windows because I look out over L.A. I just smile at it because someday I'm gonna have my name in lights and have people begging for my autograph. I'll have a man that truly loves me along with the best clothes I could possibly get. Mr. Copper has a black leather chair that's a little dramatic but it's cool. Then he has a dark cherry wood desk that was overly large that I wiped down with Endust. After cleaning his desk, I shine his marble floor with steamer. I pulled my headphone out of my ear and waited for the steamer to beep.

School is the worst place in the world for me besides being at home. I used to have friends that were always by my side since like… fourth grade. We went to the same schools and right to the same high school. Then my mother left and my father was drunk. He was always intoxicated in public and made a fool of himself. I got teased drastically and my friends weren't my friends anymore. They didn't want to be known as 'the people that hang out with the girl with the inebriated father' They just stopped talking to me. So… every day I go to Fairway High School and do everything by myself. No one talks to me. I'm an outcast…

"I don't give a shit about how you feel about your girlfriend. Sh-" The person who was talking stopped short of the doorway and furrowed his brown. The most beautiful guy stood there. He had blue eyes that had a perfect resemblance of the sky, short blonde hair that looked so soft. He was wearing a school uniform. Prep School? Tan pants, a white button down, navy blazer with an unloosened tie. Definitely Prep school. "What are you doing?"

"Uh…" I drooled out, mentally slapping myself and inhaling "I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be back so soon… Mr. Cooper?"

"One of them but no I'm Mr. Cooper," A tall- holy shit - handsome man walked in. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes that resembled the younger ones. I flicked my eyes between them before turning around gathering up my cleaning supplies and putting them on the cart. "Why? Who wants to know?"

"No one," I squeaked, turning around and starting to push the cart. "Excuse me…" I said politely and pushed the cart towards the door.

"The office looks good. Thanks," The dark haired one stated, reaching into his pocket and handing me a ten. I blinked slowly and took it.

"You're welcome and… I'm not allowed to take your money," I reached out so he can take it back. He shook his head and shrugged.

"You look like you need it." The older one replied

"Looks like? She desperately needs it. You really should by yourself a new sweatshirt." The younger one spat out and pushed around me. I winced a little and pushed the ten in my pocket.

"Thank you." I said meekly and walked out of the room. So… they're brothers? They're both cute though. I took the service elevator down back to where I clock in and got off. I wiped my forehead on the back of my arm and sighed, pushing the time card in the clock and hearing a huge click. My shift is over and I really don't want to go home. But I have too…

I wiped down the counter of the kitchen, looking at the last bit of spaghetti with meat sauce I had made for dinner. I made enough to feed all those guys sitting on the couch and I could hear the beer bottles clicking on the table every time they set them down. My father was partially sober because he slept it off but he's on his fourth beer, it won't be long until he's hiccupping and drooling on one of the couch pillows. I tossed the rag in the sink and grabbed my plate with a can of Pepsi. I made my way into my room silently and closed the door. I sat on my bed with my book I got from the library. Free books, the easiest thing for me. 'Piece of Cake' by Cupcake Brown. I flipped open to the folded down page of the hardcover and started reading with the plate in my lap.

It's about turning your life around and making good choices- a memoir. It was a good book so far. It's about her life and her struggles.

"Sonny, where the fuck is my Vodka?"

"Your what?" My father came bursting through my door with a very angry expression. Tonight, he's the angry drunk.

"My Vodka? Grey Goose? Absolut? Where the fuck is it?"

"I-I don't know," I stuttered, closing my book and placing my plate on the dresser "W-Where's the last place you had it?"

"You don't know?" He stormed over to my bed and grabbed my arm, yanking me out of bed and squeezing my forearm so tight that it was going to leave bruises.

"Dad, you're drunk… and you're hurting me," I pleaded. He dragged me to the kitchen and shoved me near the cabinet he kept his liquor in.

"Where's my drink, bitch?" He growled

"I don't know" I cried. His hand came up and came down onto my face roughly. He had punched me directly in the cheek. Why'd he hit me? I didn't deserve it and I definitely didn't see it coming. I landed on the floor with a loud thud and cried. "Dad, I don't know…" I sobbed, clutching my cheek. It was throbbing and it was swelling up at this moment.

"Did you drink it?"

"No,"

"Then where the hell is it, Sonny?" I kind of feared my father at this moment

"D-Did you look in the cabinet under the sink?" I scrambled over to the cabinet on my hands and knees and looked for the bottle. I took out two bottles of Absolut and stood up. "Please don't drink this," I begged him. "Please… dad, you're already drunk."

"Shut the fuck up." He grabbed the bottles and pushed past me. I heard him slam one of them on the table and his butt hit the couch. I sunk down on the floor and cried silently. My cheek hurt so much. I pulled my knees up to my chest and laid my head on my lap.

One day. The day I turn eighteen is the day I. am. Out.

A/N

How do you guys like it? We really need to know what you think so review :) Thanks for reading. Chapter 2 coming soon…

Visit the profile for separate profiles, twitters and more info.