Ch.1
Welcome to Smith's Grove
(AN: SOOOOOOOOO…..ya …I loved Michael Myers…far longer…..and way before I even cared that Jeepers Creepers existed…..So technically I shoulda wrote a Halloween fic first….wellllll at least I'm doin it now. Hey everyone, whether you know my previous and current work or not, I hope you like this, it's been on my mind…damn near forever! Review!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my muffin lovin O.C.
Side note: Age frames, Michael is 15, my OC is at the moment 13.
No Ones POV
Seconds blurred into minutes, minutes then contorted to hours as Skye road in the back of the police van, the musty smell of the courtroom and lingering stench of stale donuts from police station on her clothes was the only thing keeping her from thinking this was all some bad ass hell dream.
Though the vivid memories of how she ended up in this damn car, flashed through her mind as if it were yesterday…because…shit it was.
The steep speed bump in the road ahead seemed to jostle her back into her stunningly detailed memories.
FLASHBACK:
She laid calmly on her bed snuggling into the sheets in a completely chillaxed mode; bobbing her head to the beat of ' My chick Bad by Ludacris' as she read her new copy of Batman, #67, The Redhood. (I have no idea if this is a fact, but all I know is that' Batman and the Redhood 'the movie will forever be my all time favorite XD I LOVE YOU EVIL ROBIN!)
She relished these moments, when she could just lay in bed with a good comic while silence enveloped the world outside of her headphones, it made her feel somewhat at peace.
But sadly she lived in Detroit, things never really were quiet for long, the cherry on top of that gruesomely raw truth had to be her "special "family.
She wasn't complainin though, there were worse things out there then a drugged out kush addicted mammy, and drunk ass step-daddy, at least they fed her, and paid the bills…most of the time.
That's all though, Skye didn't care much about them past the few inevitable lingering feelings, seeing as they were the only parents she had ever known.
She didn't need them past anything but money, she basically matured to the mentality …and physicality of someone older allowing her the brains and strength it took to live life and not become some worthless and off herself cuz life gets tough, since the age of 11 she matured quickly, now at 13 she looked to be about 16.
Her skin was a glowing caramel, her dark black hair fell just below her shoulders, her eyes were a pure black that could stop the Boogeyman in his tracks, her body had about the same effect with nearly every male creature in existence, she was thin; full of voluptuous curves and large breasts, her face was gorgeously innocent and sinful in her own beautiful way.
Many people had started taking notice of her nowadays and had been getting cussed the fuck out a lot more nowadays, she was 13 there was no way in hell she was bout to go around fuckin every dude who glanced her way, nor would she take them treating her as a piece of meat, especially a highly drunken Roger( her stepdad) who had currently stumbled into her room hungrily glaring at her from the door way.
She meant is gaze with an annoyed glare of her own, not recognizing the look in his hazel eyes, just taking in his features quickly, light yellowish skin, shaved hair muscular, in dirty clothes that wreaked of malt liquor; a faded snapback at his side.
If she looked really….REALLY hard and pretended his clothes were crispy and his breathe smelled like peppermints, she might have been able to see what her mom had become so infatuated with in the 20 yr old.
Though that was not reality, and she would always wonder what her mother saw in the prick.
' Heeeh maybe he's gotta bi-'
She stopped herself not desiring to delve into the horrendous details of her mother's sex life with a….naked Roger.
She gagged quietly before sitting up.
" The fuck you want Bastard."
" Language dammit Skye now damn, I am your step-daddy and you will respect me, especially considering I've been supporting that drunk sloppy cunt of a mother you got."
" Nig- * deep breathe*….., fool do you honestly believe yo dirty wanna be Chris Brown ass can talk about somebody Roger ."
He growled tripping slightly on his timberland clad feet.
" Speakin of yo name who in the hell told yo mama to name you Roger-"
His deep voice that constantly made her skin crawl rose.
" SKYE!, Look around you right now this is MY room, I paid for this shit, I take care of yo ass as well as yo mama's, I been for the last 9 goddamn years, and you haven't bothered to try and pay me back!"
His words slurred in his mouth and his breathe hit my nose full force at his attempts of speech, a disgusting tequila and vomit sent invading my personnel bubble.
"I'm 13 yuck mouth get ya damn facts straight."
" Not the point-"
" Whatever the point may be, I have no desire to hear it, now run along to the gutter you have long since befriended bastard."
Her tone was dismissive and….it pissed him off.
With one mind bending swing Roger easily slapped her 5'4 frame from her bed, sending her flying to the ground gripping her face in shock.
' Did he just-'
Her thoughts were interrupted at the sound of a zipper and a rustle of clothes, she looked up fighting to hold down the brownies she had for dinner at the sight.
There he was stripped from the waist down in front of her, motioning his…..5in dick toward her expectantly.
" Take it bitch."
Now you see Roger as well as everyone else who knew Skye, knew that there was certain things you just did not do if you valued your physical and mental health,
Hit her…he did that
Call her a bitch…he did that…..
A sweet smile laced its way around her full lips as Roger licked his lips in anticipation at the sight.
" Ok daddy."
Before he could comprehend what was happening, she had reached over onto her dresser, grasping the large pair of sewing scissors expertly in her skilled hands and snipped off every inch of his…..' little….I mean lit-tle Roger'.
Never faltering in her movements she slipped the offending appendage into her paper shredder.
Wincing lightly at Rogers screams of pain and anguish as he lay huddled on the floor gripping at which was not there.
She gazed at him, completely calm.
" Your fault, ain't nobody ask you to attempt child molestation."-
3 hours of cop sirens and a speedy trial later, she found herself in Illinois, having been sentenced to live out her days at Smiths Grove Sanitarium till she was old enough to, understand her actions and live as a civilized citizen ( aka- till she was 18).
She didn't see why she was here, all she did was defend herself, sure she may have taken it a little far, but he'd hit her, called her a bitch for Emmett Cullens sake and tried to shove his barely there dick down her throat; she may not have ever seen a dick before but common sense told her that his pecker wasn't anything to worry about, anyways the point was everything he did was a big no no and he's not even getting a slap on the wrist, well at least he won't be doin that to any more girls.
But now as the sirens stopped and the two police man hefted her out of the vehicle, she realized two things, one no one saw the situation the way she did; she was the crazy person…..well shes always been coco for cocoa puffs but she was in the right this time, and two she was soooooo suein some motherfucker for this when she was 18.
The police men passed her along to another, a young male nurse this time, she guessed no more than 17 with light blond hair and blue eyes, he was tall, and muscular; his strong jaw seemingly made all of his gorgeous features even more intense, in the light of the stars as they proceeded up the stairs to the front door.
She stared at him longer than she had intended catching his attention, creating a smile that made her damn knees weak across his full perfect lips.
" Hey beautiful, welcome to Smiths Grove."
He heart fluttered a little, knowing she had a crush on him, as they slid through the revolving doors.
' Maybe it won't be so bad here after all, I think I've already hired my own temporary eye candy…..you know, until I get my posters of Emmett back.'
As he lead her into the sterility of the hospital she walked with him past what looked to the cafeteria, seeing a figure there in a covering over his face that was hard to make out from the distance she was….quietly sneaking away from the male nurse ' Mark' as it had said on his name tag.
She confirmed her suspicion stepping into the cafeteria until she was a mere foot away from him; he was wearing a mask, studying his mask, quickly before Mark noticed her absence from his side.
Reaching forward she tapped one tiny blank spot on his otherwise completely blue mask of paper Mache just above his brow before he could react to the sudden surprise; saying in her missed a spot with a gleam in her eyes that was uniquely her before scampering away until she found mark returning to his side.
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