Alex Pompour is a teenage girl just trying to live her life as normally as she can with her parents deceased and her primary caretaker being her druggie sister, who also happens to be the leader of the 3rd Street Saints. After a party goes down without Liz knowing, Alex gets blamed and then disowned and kicked out. What's next for Alex? Disclaimer: I do not own anything blah blah blah.


I covered my head with my pillow, trying to block out the noise of the party in the other room. Liz threw the loudest, craziest, most drug-involved parties in all of Steelport, which isn't good when you need to sleep. I rolled over in my bed, sighing loudly. This was futile. I kicked the covers off of me and swung my legs over the bed and pressed my feet to the floor. I walked over to the door and opened it to see a wild scene before my eyes. People danced wildly, couples were making out everywhere, strippers danced while men watched. I walked around the living room, wedging between people, looking for the girl with spiky purple hair. I started walking towards the kitchen when an arm hooked around mine. I looked back in fear.

"Hey, pretty lady..." The strange man whispered in my ear. "How much for a lil' fun?" His breath smelled of cigarettes and desperation. I tried to break free, but his hold on me turned from a soft grasp into an iron grip. I protested loudly, but was drowned out by the music. He started to pull me towards the elevator when his grip loosened. I turned around just in time to see Pierce land a punch on the guys' face. Pierce wrapped his arm around me and led me to a free sofa. He waved a server over and fetched four shots of vodka off of the platter.

"Bottom's up," he said, handing two of the shots to me. I sipped one, twisting my face up at the bitter taste.

"Alex. Not like that, like this." He tipped the shot glass and drank the liquid, making a sound of satisfaction. "Your turn." I took the tiny glass and quickly turned it over, letting the liquid fire pass over my tongue and down my throat. A small tingly burning sensation formed in the pit of my stomach. Pierce patted me on the back, and quickly drank his second shot. I followed, cringing as the drink went down.

I kept taking the shots from Pierce. The room was spiraling out of control. I got up and started for the dance floor and squeezed between people to get to the center. I started wildly dancing, herky jerky movements against strangers. My vision was rimmed with black and my legs were like jello, and before I knew it, they gave out and I crashed to the floor.


"Alex! Get up!" A voice said, pulling the blanket off of me. I groaned out, curling up into a ball. "Alexandria!" I shot up off the couch, stumbling to stand. My vision was still blurry, but I could depict a very angry Liz staring at me.

"Liz, hey, uh..." I started, at a loss of words. "How're you?"

"How am I? You have the fucking nerve to ask how am I!? Well, let's see. My house is trashed, I'm down $4,000, and my little sister is to blame! I'm fuckin' peachy sweetheart." I rub my eyes quickly, scanning the apartment. Trash was strewn across the living room, bottles tucked in nooks, and articles of clothing littered the ceiling fans. Pierce and Shaundi were standing a few feet away from us. I locked eyes with Pierce, who quickly looked away.

"Liz, you've got it wrong. I wasn't the cause of any of those things. I thought you were hosting the party!" I retorted, placing a single hand on my hip. Liz rolled her eyes and snarled.

"You're lying straight to my face. And after all I've done for you! I didn't have to take you in after the accident, you know!" She screamed in my face. I backed up a few steps. "You know what, Alexandria? Go pack your bag. You're leaving." I widened my eyes at her, face draining of color.

"Liz, I swear I didn't throw the party! Pierce, tell her!" I looked at Pierce with desperation in my eyes. He looked at me with a certain sadness, but dropped his eyes to the floor. I felt angry tears well up in my eyes, before quickly going into my room. I retrieved my suitcases from my closet, and started shoving clothes into the large one. Every article that I could fit went into it. Liz tapped her foot in the doorway impatiently, watching me pack my stuff. I hauled my cell phone and my laptop into the smaller suitcase, along with my makeup and shoes. I slipped out of my night clothes and into a pair of jeans and a loose tee shirt, and pulled my sneakers on. I zipped up both of the suitcases, and rolled them out to the lobby of the penthouse.

"Maybe this will teach you not to be a disrespectful, unappreciative brat." She fetched the elevator for me. "Don't come crawling back when the going gets rough. Don't come crawling back at all." The elevator doors opened, and I rolled my luggage into it.

"I won't. Trust me." Our eyes locked until the steel doors shut.


Author's Notes: I know it was a semi-short chapter, but don't worry, there are a lot more chapters to come. Reviews are appreciated!