So, hey guys! This is my second fanfic. And I really hope you like it. It's sort of a modern take on Beauty and the Beast, but it's jumbled around, and made-well, different. It all starts about halfway through Season 2, and is basically like Jake is cut from it completely, he decides to leave. Because of Cassie and Adam. But more will be revealed in this story. SO READ!
Music blasted my eardrums. Nodding my head with my eyes closed, I let the sound of Evanescence surround me. Suffocate me. Very, very loud shouting made me take out my headphones, and open my eyes. I stared at the driver who was shouting very mean words to me.
"Hey! You! You fucking bitch! GET OFF OF MY BUS!" He shouted. It made me jump, and I shrunk back into my seat.
"What? Why?"
"You're the last person on the bus! So just get off!"
"But I'm not there yet!" I complained.
"I don't frickin' care! Just get yourself moving, or you'll end up in a gutter somewhere!"
"Is that a threat?" I questioned, staring at him, whilst packing away my Ipod.
"No, but I will take action on it." He spat.
Slowly, I stood, and slung my backpack over my shoulder.
"You know what? Fine! I'm complaining about you!"
"I'd like to see you try." He muttered under his breath, disbelieving.
"Thanks alot." I said sarcastically, and strode confidentally down the aisle, and to the doors. They swung open, and I stepped out into the pouring rain.
Tears streamed down my face, my cheeks already wet from the stupid rain. The jumper that I wore was not my favourite hoodie, and so, I had no umberella or hood to barely shield me from the wet. My boots clunked heavily on the road. I trudged down it, and kept my head held high as the bus drove past without a second glance. Even thought I knew he didn't see, I stuck my middle finger up at him forcefully. I sighed. The only reason I had been on the bus, was because I was headed to my Auntie's house to stay for Christmas, since my parents had decided to go to sunny Spain without me. And I hated them for that. Anything I said to them was thrown back with an unmeaningful 'that's great' or 'I'm busy'. They never listened to anything. And when I tried to get drunk out of my brain to piss them off, and forget everything. I ended up getting raped, and what did they do? They said four poxy words:
"It's your own fault."
My fault? I'd said to them, and that's what had triggered the 'holiday'. I knew I was in the middle of no-where, and so I decided to scream at the top of my lungs.
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ALL!"
I knew it wouldn't help, but it sure made my feel better. I'd done that my whole life. Once I'd punched our postman in the face for dropping of one single parcel. And the only reason why, was because my parents had shown the biggest amount of concern that they'd ever done, when I'd first dyed my hair the deep plum purple that it is now. My teeth chattered, and I shivered uncontrolably. And the soul reason was beacause I wore a short sleeved tee-shirt that slung off one shoulder, royal blue fish-net gloves, with holes for fingers. A tartan red short skirt, black and white leggings. And black knee-high combat boots. Yes, I wore a jumper. But it wasn't warm. And since I was soaking, it made it worse. I knew that my mascara and eyeliner dripped slowly down my cheeks.
Waterproof my arse.
There was nothing for miles, exept fields, a few street lamps, and the ocasional tree. But far ahead I could make out the faint outlines of lots of trees. And hidden within them trees, it looked like some sort of manor. Pulling my messinger-bag strap on tighter, I decided to run. Panting, I gave up. Hands on my knees, bracing myself up. When I looked up, however, I saw that I know stood directally infront of the manor. Looking up at it, I finally realised how big it was. Actually, it looked like something out of a horror movie. It was towering, and black. Or maybe it just looked black in the dark? I didn't know. There were, one, two, three, four...
FIVE! Chimneys. I tried to peer inside the windows, however they were blocked from nosy people like me, with drapes or curtains. As I turned to take in my surroundings, my wet flew around, anoying me alot. This was the only house as far as the eye could see.
Looks like I'm gonna have to go inside a potential psyco's house...
I needed shelter for tonight until I could contact my aunt. And so I approached the towering murderer's house.
Almost falling over, I screeched to a halt in front of the bright red door. It looked strange compared to the rest of the building. Instead of a doorbell, the door held a knocker. Cautiously, I reached forwards and knocked.
"One, two, three..." I said to myself. Standing back, I waited. And nothing happened. I knocked again. And again. Until I finally lost it, and began wacking the door.
"HELLOOOOOO? CAN YOU OPEN THE DOOR? I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"HELLO-"My fist almost ended up smacking right into a young man's face.
"Can I help you?" He asked politely.
"Oh..." I breathed.
He had beautiful blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. Staring at me like I was some sort of goon, he put his hands in his pockets.
"Well? If you're some sort of sales-person, then I'm not interested-"
"No no no no, wait! I, well-just. Can we talk inside?"
"Inside? Why don't you just tell me what you want?"
"OK, OK. I need a place to stay for just tonight because I was on my way to my auntie's, when some dick of a driver, kicked me off his bus and-"
"Whoa! I think I get it. You need a place to stay, and I'm the only hospitable place in miles." He didn't say it like a question. He said it like he was stating a fact.
"Yeah..." I trailed off.
"OK, fine. But just one night. If you can't contact your auntie, by tomorrow, then you're out. Got it?"
"Omigod! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Don't worry I'll be a good guest." I thanked him, as he moved out of the way to let me past.
"What's your name, anyway?" He asked me, shutting the door, and rubbing his hands up his arms for warmth.
"Call me Brey. You?"
"Jake Armstrong. Nice to meet you Brey." He held out his hand.
Not sure if it's any good, but, hope you like it. And please review.