Our Own Destiny
Chapter 1: Audrienne Samuels
A/N: So, I've been thinking about doing this fic for a while. But, I'm going to give it a try. Let me know if you like it or not. I know it's going to be a little similar to Welcome To My Truth with the OC/OC concept. But, trust me it's different.
So, Enjoy the chapter.--
Have you ever felt like the world was against you. As if all they want is for you to suffer? Well, that's how I feel. But, I think it's ten times worse. People say God does things for a reason. God hates me. I don't see why he should hate me. I'm a pretty good girl. I've never done drugs, nor have I drank beer. Okay, that's a lie. Of course I've drank beer, I mean, what teenager hasn't. But, I don't think God would punish me just because I've had beer. There are a million other teenagers in the world who are worse than me. Some kill their families, others, are in gangs. Me? I've done nothing that would involve the Police.
But, I guess being myself was good enough to ruin my family. And, it happened just on one night. One stupid...stupid night. It's like a DVD replaying itself over and over again in my head. And each time I see it, the more tears shed. I never wished for this to happen, nor, did I ever expect for it to. What hurts the most, I was the only one who survived that night.
Never will I forget it. The night where my world fell apart.
Flashback
"No, mom..." I sighed, running a hand through my light brunette locks, "No, but, I'm here with Ryan. No, you can't.. Mom!"
She was beyond pissed with me. Apparently I forgot that we were going to visit my Uncle tonight. He was taken a small break from his job, and was staying at my grandma's house. We were all going to have a family dinner because of his unexpected arrival. I was never really that close with my Uncle. I mean, we do talk, and have a good time with each other. But, his schedule keeps him away from home, meaning I barely get to see him. Unless, I decide to tune in every Monday night at nine.
Here I was, at the park with my one year boyfriend, Ryan. We had been together since Junior year. We met in Italian class, Ms. Gonzales made us "Italian Buddies." From there, Ryan and I kicked it off. I always thought he was good-looking, but I never really thought that He and I would become something more than friends. However, it happened. We fell for each other, and he asked me to our Homecoming. And, then, at the Homecoming, in front of everyone, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course, it was the sweetest moment ever, and I said Yes.
My parents always liked Ryan. He is the perfect example of a great boyfriend. He's intelligent, funny, good-looking, and a great guy. He's also the quarterback of the football team, and I'm the head cheerleader. You can say, we are the "It Couple" of the school. I'm not that stuck-up, know-it-all cheerleader. That's the first thing that comes to most people's minds when they hear I'm the head cheerleader. They think I'm an air-head who thinks she's the shit. Reality Check: That's the opposite of me. Everyone who really knows me understands that. But, the others, always have that judgment.
I shut my cell-phone off, and shoved it into my pocket. Ryan smirked, as he shifted on his swing.
"What did your mom say?"
I rolled my eyes; "She's going to pick me up. I forgot that my Uncle's in town, and we're having a family dinner for him."
"Eh, that's cool," he shrugged, "Wait, is it the Uncle that's on WWE?"
"Yes," I nodded, and his eyes lit up. He was a fan of my Uncle. Weird right? I thought so. I never actually watched my Uncle on television. I thought it would be pretty scary to see him fighting other men. As far as I know, he's the bad guy on tv. No one likes him because he's conceited, arrogant ass. It kind of resembles him in real life.
"Sweet, you think I could meet him?"
I shook my head, giggling; "No, I don't think so. My mom's already in a pissy mood."
A frown came upon his lips, and he stood up from his swing. He came over to mine, placing his hands on each of the chains. I smiled, as he looked down at me.
"That stinks, I really wanted to meet him."
"Too bad," I stuck my tongue out at him, "The next time he's in town, I promise to call you."
"Good," he pushed my swing up, causing my feet to no longer touch the floor, "Because if I don't meet him, I'll be a very unhappy boyfriend."
"I keep my word babe," I formed a smile as he lowered his face to mine. Then, his lips fell onto mine for a sweet kiss.
"Sweetie!" My mom's voice echoed throughout the park, "Get your ass over here!"
Ryan released his lips from my own, allowing me to get off the swing. I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief second, and opened them back up. Ryan waved at my mom, and he turned back to me.
"Have fun," he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug, "I love you."
"Love you too," I kissed his lips once more, and made my to the car.
To my surprise, my dad was in the car too. He was driving, and my mom was in the passenger seat. I took a saet in the back, buckling my seatbelt. He began driving away from the park, and into the road.
"So, can you tell me how you forgot about your Uncle?" My mother began, "The Uncle that loves you very much."
Here we go. She always tries to make me feel guilty.
"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to!"
"Sure," my dad snorted, "I don't blame you though, your Uncle is an ass."
My mom gasped, "Don't you start with that shit, Dan."
"Well, I'm just being honest Sarah," he rolled his eyes, "You have to admit, your brother is a complete asshole."
Oh god. Why is my dad starting with this? He never really liked my Uncle. I don't know why, but they had some small heat between each other.
"Dan, shut your fucking mouth," my mother warned him, "My brother cares about you. He's done so much for you, and.."
"And what Sarah!" he yelled, "And what? He screwed me over at my job! He made me lose my job!"
When will my dad let that go. I mean, I understand that he lost his job at the Wrestling Gym. But, my Uncle apologized.
"A job that wasn't going to get you anywhere!" she fired back, banging on the window, "Get over it! You have a job now."
"No, that job would have given us so much more," he shook his head, turning to my mother, "We wouldn't be here right now Sarah! We would have been fucking rich! We would have had the perfect life! But, no, your annoying, arrogant brother was jealous! Jealous of my talent..."
"Your talent? For what? Training the girls? Please Dan, that's bullshit. You just wanted that job because you got to touch the divas."
He looked at her with disgust; "How could you say that in front of your daughter Sarah?! I didn't want to do that!"
"That's not what my brother said!" she screamed angrily.
This was incredible. My parents never fought in the car before. Kinda shocking, because the only time they fight is when it's about my Uncle.
"Well, your brother is a fucking liar! He wanted to screw all those girls! He was--"
Oh my gosh, concentrate on the road! Wait...we're on the other side of the road. Oh my god... why isn't paying attention!
"LOOK OUT!" I exclaimed shutting my eyes as fast as I could.
BAM... BAM...CRASH... FIRE...
My body smashed against the concrete, cold street. I could here the sirens of the Ambulances, and police officers yell. Weakly, I lifted my hand, touching my forehead. It's bleeding...My eyes closed shut, as I doze off into a dark dream.
My name's Audrienne Samuels, and I'm seventeen years old. I survived a deadly crash, that killed both of my parents. I was the lucky one. I suffered a concussion, broke my arm, and had a couple of bruises all over my body, and stitches on forehead. I didn't want to survive. If anything, I would have rather died with my parents. We were our own little family, and now, I'm only one. The only one who's helped me survive? Ryan. He was there at the hospital, and the first to meet me at my grandma's house.
I've been to my house only twice. And, both times, the only thing I've seemed to do was break down into tears. I can't handle feeling alone. My house felt so empty, and cold. When it always was upbeat and the scent of my mother's home-meal cooking traveled throughout the halls.
Now, I'm here. Sitting at my grandma's house, listening to another fight. I haven't spoken too much, I can't. It's like the words are stuck in my throat. No one understands the pain I'm going through.
"Listen, she has to stay here with me," she said in the opposite room. "She has to finish her school year."
I heard him sigh, and his footsteps pace up and down the room; "Look, I think she should get away from this environment Mom."
"No," she stated in a straight-forward voice, "No, she is not going with you. It's dangerous out there. Traveling twenty-four seven?!"
"Mom, she can see what's out there. It's not healthy for her to stay here. Please, mom. You know, I'm responsible."
"You have so much going on with you honey, you can't travel with a seventeen year old!"
"She's grown-up! It's not like I'm taking a five year old with me."
"I want her with me," my grandmother violently told him, "You need to get that straight."
There was silence in the room, and in a few seconds, they entered the living room. I sat there, staring at the book I was 'reading'. My uncle and Grandma stood in front of me.
"Honey," she was the first to speak, "Are you alright?"
Nothing.
"Sweetie, please talk to me."
I let out a breath, and peered up at them. But, I didn't say anything.
"Audrienne speak please! You're worrying me," my grandma's voice shook, "Do you really want me to send you to a pyschologist like the Doctor told me to?"
No chance in hell. Those shrinks don't understand anyone. One came to talk to me at the hospital, and he was such a...let's say... peculiar human being.
My uncle stared at me with worried eyes.
"Audrienne," he spoke, "I know you don't want to stay here, you know. There's too much...Look, do you want to come on the road with me?"
I knew this was going to come. He was asking me for my opinion. And, to tell you the truth, I don't want to go. It was his fault this whole tragedy happened. His fucking fault...
"No."
"Good," my grandma beamed, "Tomorrow, you're starting school. Audrienne, you're heading to the guidance counselor in the morning okay? They know about everything. And they understand..."
"Understand?" I snapped with a cold voice, "Understand that I lost my parents in car wreck Iwas in too? Do they understand that I can't sleep at night, and that, this is all... Grandma, they don't understand shit."
Appalled from my words, she gasped; "Don't speak that way, I will not allow that language coming from you. Honey, your guidance counselors want to help you. You can go and spill out your feelings to them."
That's it. As much as it pains me to do this. I seriously don't think this arrangement is going to work out.
"You know what," I could feel the tears burn behind my eyes, "Give me a plane ticket, I'm staying with Uncle Randy."
-- xoxo, Michelle.
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