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Chapter One: Welcome to My Life
"I won't do it again! I promise!" I yelled, feeling the lashes of my dad's belt hit my flesh for the first time. "Please! Stop!" I cried with tears running down my face.
He kept hitting me harder and harder. My skin felt like it had been lit on fire. "You know damn better!" He yelled as he hit me.
Barely being able to see through the water that had form and poured out of my eyes, I did spot a pair of feet walk in to the room we were in. It was my mom. "Mommy!" I yelled and reached my hand out for her comfort.
My dad quickly picked me up and threw me against the wall. He looked at my mom and then let his grip lose. I fell hard and was still crying. My shirt was covered in blood and ripped at the seams. I looked at my mother and begged for her to comfort me, "Mommy…."
"What on Earth did you do!" She yelled at me. "We've explained to you time and time again that you are to listen and do to what we tell you!" She explained to me once again.
My dad gave me one last look before he and my mother slammed the door to my bedroom behind them. I curled up into a ball and cried as hard as I could. Why was I given this hate? What did I do to deserve it? Why me?
"TJ! Wake up!" I heard my named being called, waking me from the haunting flashback. I slowly looked over at the same door the same woman standing there had slammed nearly eleven years ago. "Get up and make breakfast. You better hurry. You're dad wakes up in a few minutes. You know how he gets when he doesn't have his food." She reminded me and then walked away.
I removed the covers from myself and stood up. My dad would be very aggressive if he didn't get his breakfast on time. I went downstairs to the kitchen in my sweatpants and nothing else so I could make their breakfast as soon as possible.
I honestly thought I could finish before he came downstairs. I had already finished the waffles, bacon, and eggs. All I had left to finish was the pancakes. Unfortunately for me, I began hearing heavy footsteps come down the stairs.
"Why isn't my plate ready yet, Theodore?" He asked as I continued to cook.
I sighed. "I just woke u-"
"And that's your problem. I told you that you need to be up early enough to cook and have the food ready by the time I wake up." He sat down at the table. "I want my food… NOW." He demanded.
I turned the stove off and started fixing everyone's plates. Once I finished, I set the all on the table and hurried upstairs to fix my hair. My hair takes about thirty minutes to fix, although I only had ten minutes, considering it resembles a crown. A symbol that only my 'friend-with-benefits' understood.
I was in my senior year at high school at this time, aging eighteen. The abuse never stopped, but hiding cuts, scars, and burn was a trick I had learnt from my best friend Teddy. He showed me it when he accidentally cut his arm on glass. He hadn't the idea that I would use that trick to hide something that pained me. Which is basically a good thing.
After finishing my hair, I covered up the bruises from last night's assault then got dressed, ready to head off to school.
I walked back down the stairs and grabbed my bags and notebooks. "Bye."
"You better be home right after school." I heard my mom's strict voice.
I walked out the door and slammed it shut. I pulled the keys out of my pocket and got into my car. Driving to school scared the living hell out of me, but being away from that house was more important.
After reaching the school, I parked the car and got out. In the mornings, the students were expected to be in the lunchroom to eat breakfast or in the gym if they weren't eating. I go to the old library that no one uses anymore. Well, no one except Nattie and myself.
Natalie Neidhart is the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on. She was Teddy's cousin and we instantly clicked the first time we spoke. Although, her mom is very against her dating anyone. That's why we call ourselves friends-with-benefits. She doesn't upset her mother, and I still get to kiss her.
"Teej!" She ran towards me and gave me a big hug. "I was starting to think you weren't going to show up…"
I put my notebooks and bag on the table. I pull one of the chairs out and sat down in it and Nattie straddled me. "I woke up a bit late." I told her.
She smiled and started playing with my hair. "I can tell. You're hair's not as perfect as it normally is."
I rolled my eyes at her. "You try fixing hair like this in ten minutes. It's difficult."
She laughed and then stopped messing with my hair. "I bet it is…" Her eyes looked into mine and vise versa.
It wasn't long before the two of us shared a kissed. My arms were wrapped around her waist and hers around my neck. We stayed like this until the bell rung for first block. I hated being in a totally different grade then her.
Nattie and I went down separate hallways to get to our classes. I was reading and walking at the same time. I wasn't reading a book, but a note Nattie had given me a few weeks ago. It always cheers me up when I feel down.
"Smelly Kelly!" I looked up from the note to see Layla El and Michelle McCool picking on Barbie 'Kelly' Blank.
"Wow Kelly… it looks like you've lost some weight." Layla said looking at Barbie.
Michelle laughed. "Um, Layla. She didn't have any weight to start with. Remember… she's sort of…" She made a gesture of throwing up with her hands.
"Right…" Layla motioned.
I, using my better sense of judgment, walked over. "Excuse me, do you two have a problem?" I asked.
They both looked over at me. Just as they were about speak, Barbie spoke up. "Thanks for the help TJ, but I was just leaving…" She wiped a tear from her eye and ran towards her classroom.
"Sheesh… someone can't take a joke." Michelle said looking back at her.
"You two really shouldn't pick on her. You don't know how bad or how good her life may be." I spoke up. "It's not her fault she's super skinny."
Layla laughed. "Just like it's not Kia fault she's fat?"
"Good one Lay!" Michelle high-fived her.
I rolled my eyes and walked towards my class. First block was History with Mr. Michael Cole. He could go down as the worst teacher in history. The bell rung before I got to his classroom, so I was expecting the usual…
"Late again are we, Wilson?" He asked sitting at his desk, looking down at his papers.
I walked over to my desk and sat down. "Yep. Didn't feel like showing up on time would screw my grade up seeing as you don't grade anyway."
Cole shrugged and stood up. "Alright, today I'm going to assign you guys a group project." the whole class groaned at the comment. "I know, I know. We all hate each other." He started writing 'Project Groups' on the dry-erase board.
"No, we hate you." Mike, or as he likes to call himself The Miz, Mizanin said. The class laughed at his statement.
Cole, ignoring the student, continued writing. "And, just for that, I will pair you up myself." He picked up his piece of paper. "Mizanin, you will work with Elizabeth, Ouellet, and Wilson."
"Je m'appelle Maryse." Maryse Ouellet said in her native tongue, French. It translates to; "My name is Maryse." I can speak French too, you know.
After Cole assigned all the groups and moved our seating arrangements to those assigned groups, he explained what the project would be about. "Alright, each group will be given a different Wonder of the World, and you will make a poster and write an essay about that Wonder. "
Maryse flipped her hair back. "Pourquoi ne pas simplement écrire un essai sur le Canada? Je sais beaucoup de choses sur le Québec."
"Theodore, will you please translate what she just said?" Cole looked over at me.
I rolled my eyes. "She said… Why not just write an essay about Canada? That she knows a lot about Québec."
Mike made a sound of disgust. "Why should we write about Canada, Maryse? It's not like anyone cares about it."
Maryse looked at me in confusion. She hadn't learnt the English language well enough yet because she had just moved from Montréal. So, I translated for her. "Il dit, Pourquoi devrions-nous écrire au sujet du Canada? Ce n'est pas comme quelqu'un s'en soucie."
"Il a juste jaloux que c'est un meilleur endroit que l'Amérique." She said.
I smiled. "Eh bien, qu'attendez-vous? Nous sommes en Amérique ... prochaine chose que vous savez, ils vont manger des hamburgers partout." We both laughed.
"Enough French." Cole spoke up. "Mike, your group gets the Pyramids of Giza."
After Cole explained what all had to be on the posters (one hand drew drawing, three picture, 5 facts, and the title), all the group started working together, figuring out who would do what. My group, we were not that concentrated…
"Why the hell did Michael Cole stick Beth Phoenix, Frenchie, Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-Shit, and me in one group?" Miz complained as he stared at each one of us.
I chuckled at him. "How come I'm labeled as Don't-Give-A-Shit?"
He started at me in disbelief. "Because you don't. Then again, neither do I."
Beth sighed as she laid her pencil down. "Guys, this is a serious project. TJ if you don't try, I will tell Ms. Friend-with-benefit." She threatened me.
"Ohh." Miz teased. "So now you have a friend with benefits?" He laughed. "Let me guess… Natalie Neidhart?"
I glared at Beth. "Thank you for telling everyone."
She giggled. "Oppsie."
After sitting in our groups for most of the class period, Michael Cole stopped us. "Alright, I've graded your tests from yesterday." He started. "Most of them were okay, three were good, and we have a few failures." He picked up the pile of papers on his desk. "If you want to see your test grade, stay after the bell." He announced and then the bell rung.
Everyone left except me. As much as I despise Michael Cole, I did need my grade. "Wilson,… he started."
"Can you be normal for once and call me TJ?" I asked. "Just hurry up and give me my grade so I can go to my next class."
He sighed as he looked at my paper. "Well, you didn't do good." He slid the paper over to me. "You did pretty bad."
I picked up the paper to see a 65 circled in red. "That's just great…" I mumbled sarcastically to myself. I handed the test back to him and walked into the hall.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Barbie in her locker holding back some tears of hers. I looked around to see what could've cause this and laid my eyes on Wade Barrett and Ezekiel Jackson. They were both friends and were apart of a group of friends called 'The Corre' that included Heath Slater and, Barbie's boyfriend, Justin Gabriel. Wade and Zek never liked Barbie. They thought she was just splitting up their friendship with Heath and Justin.
I walked over towards Barbie. "Are you okay?" I asked. She looked up and shook her head no. "What happened?" I asked.
She was looking into her mirror she had placed inside her locker, wiping the running make-up off her face. "Don't worry… about it." She mumbled. "It was just… Wade, Zek, Michelle, and Layla again…."
"Barbie, don't let what they say get to you." I told her. "You know Justin loves you and if he was here, he would smack Wade and Zek upside the head."
She smiled barely and put her thick-rimmed glasses back on. "I wish he was here right now." She closed her locker. "He always makes me feel better… Oh, um don't bother yourself listening to me. I don't want to make you late for class, but thanks for caring." She turned around and walked away.
I sighed and gave Wade and Zek one last look. They were now talking to Michelle who was strangely Layla-less.
My next class I had was PE. Fortunately, that PE class is used for basketball practice and the never take role. This is also the time Nat has to be a Teacher's aid. We both met in the empty library once again.
She smiled as I walked into the room. Locking the door behind me, I walked over to her. The old library was pretty big and had five extra storage rooms in the back. We always stayed in the fourth one to the left. It was very roomy and not so claustrophobic.
"Hey, Nat… can I ask you a question?" I sat down on the rolling chair.
She laid down on the couch that was on the other side of the room. "Sure."
"Have Michelle and Layla ever talked to you?" I rolled my over to her.
"Yeah." She chuckled and then sighed. "They aren't very nice people. They call Beth 'Amazon' and Barbie 'Smelly Kelly.' Not to mention what they call AJ…" She turned her head towards me. "And of course, I'm Fatty Nattie to them."
"Fatty Nattie?" I stood up and she sat up allowing me to lay down and her to straddle on top of me. "You're not fat."
Her face came close to mine as her nose touched mine. "Well, according to them I am."
"They're bitches though." I told her and then pulled her face closer for a kiss.
After we let go, she rested her head on my chest. "Why are you asking?"
I started playing with her long blond and pink hair while keeping my arms wrapped around her. "Because, they've been picking on Barbie a lot lately…"
"They've been picking on everyone lately." She replied and closed her eyes. "Well, everyone except 'those' people." She opened her eyes back up and look at me, keeping her head on my chest. I looked back her. She just smiled her beautiful smile. "Let's just sleep until the bell rings." She suggested.
I laughed at her. "You didn't get much sleep last night, I assume?"
She nodded and laid her head back down. "Teddy and I got in trouble for sneaking out. Well, mostly. He also got in trouble for deciding to quit school."
"That's Teddy for you." I replied. "I'll wake you up when the bell rings."
"I love you, Teej." She said and then drifted off into her dreams.
I sat there for awhile just watching her sleep. Her words echoing through my head. She was the only one that ever says that to me. The only one…
Hey there you guys! So, I hope you like this story and I just wanna point out that I don't think that TJ's actually parents where like that. I made them that why for story-purpose and I mean no disrespect to anyone.
That being said; Please R&R and please answer the following question!
Should I put Ted DiBiase with Cody Rhodes (My gut instinct) or Maryse?
The reason I'm asking is because if you guys don't want Slash, then I won't want ruin the story. That being said, WHOEVER you chose they won't be a main couple or anything, but it helps me decide with something that happens later.
Thankies!
~LenLen
