Hi everyone guess who got bored and decided to relive her childhood? That's right, I did! :D

Anyways I wanted to right and let off some creative flow. For those of you (all of you) who don't know, I started reading and writing fanfiction in middle school and grew apart from it because I just kinda grew up. Anime will always be a part of my life because I grew up watching it and it made me get close with some people. If I haven't met certain people I wouldn't have the people in my life now because I would never have talked to other people because of how shy I am. Anime basically gave me friends. So enough rambles about the past and emotional thoughts of who I was back then I'm going to write.

The door was slammed open, with enough force to leave an indent in the wall like it has done so many times before. The smell of alcohol was dominating the small house. I was afraid. I was always afraid.

My mother died when I was nine. My parents went on a cruise for their anniversary, a storm came and well… they found my dad washed up on shore, and my mom she didn't make it. My dad was in the hospital for a very long time, me and my brother Dylan lived with brother Allistor. He was nineteen at the time and Dylan was eleven. Dad was out of the hospital about a year later, I went to live with him while Dylan stayed with Allistor because "It was more fun." The twins, Liam and Bridget, came home that weekend from college; they were both eighteen.

Despite being around his family, dad wasn't the same. He missed mom too much. He stopped paying the hospital bills. And groceries. He stopped going to work. The twins did their best to make sure we would survive but they had to go back to school. Dad didn't care what happened to us. He didn't care what happened to me. Every day when I would come home from school he would be drunk, he would hit me. Kick me. Scream at me. He called me moms name a few times. Those days were always the worst. He would scream and ask why I had left him to take care of the family by himself. He would do things to me that I wouldn't wish would happen to anyone. He would call me bunny while he'd pet my hair call me beautiful while he pushed me to the bed, Yell at me when I fought back, he would shove my face in the mattress while calling by my mother's name, I would drift in and out of consciousness from the pain, crying he would wipe my tears and say I was his favorite pet. He would push me off the bed and then proceed to call me a whore for tempting him to cheat on his wife. Then the beating would start.

It lasts two years. It ended the middle of seventh grade. I got home to a silent house. I went up stairs calling for my father, until a rusty smell mixed with something unpleasant I couldn't place reached my nose. I was deathly silent. I followed to smell to the bathroom and pushed open the door. It was a sickening sight. Blood everywhere. It was a blur after that... I had no idea what happened but I ended up in the care of a foster home while Allistor tried to gain custody.

Which leads us to tonight, the alcohol scent was coming stronger he was coming. He opened the door to my bedroom forcefully, and staggered over the bed looking for me. Night after night he does this; I'm in my usual hiding spot, the closet. I cover my mouth trying not to make a sound. "Alice get your ass out here! Little slut!" he was angry as usual, my breathing gets harder as he comes toward the door. He opens it and peers right at me, "it's time we have fun", I muster up enough strength to shake my head and whisper out a "no"

He grabs my leg forcefully dragging me out my shelter, I try to get away with all my strength to crawl away when me let's go, a small yelp escaped my lips as he pulled on my long blond hair to stand me up. He does it effortlessly since I'm only about a fourth of his mass. He stares me in the face as he smiles and wraps an arm around my waist, tears falling down my face I push away with all my might, it's no use.

He grabs both my wrists with one hand as he admires my body, "You're my favorite toy." He whispers lust pouring off his voice, I cry harder, and pulling my body away with all the energy I have left to fight, he lets go and I stumble back tears clouding my eyes still and a shaking body, he shuts and locks the door, and take steps toward me slowly, feeding off my fear. My breath is shaky and I try to act strong as I step back, he takes drunken steps toward me faster as he pushes me over onto the bed and lies on top of me, "Don't cry little rabbit, we're going to have fun."

It's night after night.

It was the start of my high school career. No one really talks to me because the rumor got out that I have to take pills. Hallucinations surrounding my past counted for one of them, depression was the other two and anxiety counted for the last one. I am a mess. However a very well put together mess.

I have gotten straight A's the past few years, my foster father, Joe, only allowed me to visit with my actual family under the circumstances that I get straight A's. It was only one day a quarter that I could spend the night with them, not like it was any better, they fought with each other(the twins mostly, Dylan not really getting involved and Allistor only basically instigating every fight) and were a little mean towards me but anything was better than those nights. They don't know anything about it. They don't know about any of it, our dad or of Joe. I keep silent. I don't want Joe to take me away from my family.

I go to my locker and sigh, the year is going to be long, but Joe promised this year that if I am extra good and get straight A's that I can live with my brothers for the entire summer. Allistor agreed that it would be good since the social worker can see how much of a good guardian Allistor is, and it would make the case easier to win, Joe acts like he cares and agreed with Allistor but Joe was the reason that I couldn't live with my brother, saying that I wasn't allowed to speak about who I wanted to live with and showing the bruises saying he did them. I hate Joe.

I put away the unnecessary items in my locker and leave grabbing a few of my items. First is French two, world history, creative writing, geometry, then lunch, then she had biology, English two and finally librarian aid. I was a scholar at heart, skipping a few freshman classes because I took them in middle school, actively striving for the best because I wanted to make my parents- no- mom, proud. I turned and went to first hour not seeing the point in just standing around. i sat in the back of the classroom notebook out and waiting for the teacher to arrive and the rest of the students so class could start. I was on my phone flipping through facebook to pass the time not really caring about what was on it (seriously Susan no one cares that you had cereal without milk).

The teacher had came in and sat at his desk waiting for class to start, there was 5 minutes left before he would start to count people late. There was suddenly a loud slamming of the door as it opened and my body went ridged. Fear took over as I froze, seeing nothing but flashing of the previous nights. Soon I relaxed hearing a heavily accented voice in the distance I started to see the classroom as it was and she relaxed, everything was okay.

Another student was walking through the rows of students flirting with the others, I had not paid attention to him or his voice until he got to me, (crazy how long five minutes can truly be) "Bonjour !" he said, I was taken aback by it, I hadn't notice that he was actually French, nor did I notice this was the voice that brought he back down from her anxiety, "I couldn't help but notice how you froze upon my entrance, you could not be falling in love with me already we haven't even met yet." the only thought I had going through her head was "what the bloody hell" that was, until he winked then my confusion turned to annoyance.

"Of course it isn't love, I don't even know you; now go away you're giving me a bloody headache."

"Oh honhon of course where are my manners! My name is Francis Bonnefoy, and you are?"

"Alice Kirkland." I said shortly, his eyes widened in shock, the bell rung. He looked at her and slowly looked away going to his desk as the teacher rose to speak.

Great, someone I don't even know knows I'm crazy. Fucking fabulous

And that's All I got for you all rn. I was going to make this a Oneshot but I decided against it, I'll finish chapter two probably by the end of the week. i'm doing some school work this summer however so I can take it easy this coming school year so i won't update regularly, please leave a review if you think I should continue it, what pairing you might want to see, so far im thinking FrUK, and... that's it really. As the story progresses I won't talk so much but thanks for reading!