AN: Well, since I have one new story up, I might as well post another. Well, enjoy.

Chapter One: A Taste of What I Endure

Alex had her back to the door of her room, her heart threatening to bust out of her chest it was beating so hard. For some reason, ever since her father died, this woman that she married had changed for the worse. Theresa, her step mom never liked her for some reason, and the fact that her father died only intensified the beatings and abuse that she normally took, which were utter hell to begin with.

Her pain didn't start and stop at her step mom either. It also came from Theresa's son, Justin. What made him scary was that he was, in a way, worse than his mother in the way of abuse. He was sick in a perverted way. How? Well, one time, Alex came home, and found Justin going through her underwear drawer. God only knows what he was doing while he was in her room alone. That was scary enough to think about with enough on her mind as well.

Another example was when she thought that someone was watching her as she was taking a shower. She knew that it was Justin that was watching her, but she couldn't prove it, and if she would have went to her step mom, she would have denied it, and probably would have beat her for 'making that up'.

Hell had nothing on what she was going through, and sometimes she welcomed death to what she was going through.

She heard her drunken stepmother beating on her door so hard. Whenever Theresa had a bottle of her favorite whiskey, she usually got wasted, and that meant that she went looking for her favorite target, and that target was usually Alex. Ever since her father died, she has been in this hell that she has not only grown accustomed to, but she now called home. She hated this, and she hated Theresa for putting her through this, but with nowhere to go, what can she do?

Alex felt that Theresa had stopped beating on her door, but she probably knew that was not the end of her tirade. Alex took a step back, and pressed her ear to the door, at the exact moment that she pressed her ear to the door, it was kicked open, right into her face that caused her to fly back onto the floor, and then Theresa staggered in, looking both very drunk and very angry.

"You little bitch." Theresa said in an angry voice. "Don't you know when to come when I call you!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you." Alex said in a nervous voice as she backed away from her step mom. Theresa didn't let her get too far away from her though. She reached out, and grabbed her by the arm, and wrenched it. Alex let out a yelp as the pain shot through her body.

"Shut up!" Theresa screamed, slapping her in the face. Alex now had to deal with not only the pain from the door hitting her in the face, but she had to deal with being slapped as well. Theresa looked at her stepdaughter with a look of fresh disgust on her face.

"You make me sick you little bitch." Theresa said again. She still had a hold on Alex's arm, and she wasn't going to let go.

"Look here, the next time that I call you, you answer me, got it!" Theresa screamed in Alex's face.

"Yes, ma'am." Alex said, fearful to break her eye contact with her evil step mom's eyes.

"Good." Theresa said, literally throwing her to the ground, causing Alex even more pain. Alex could hear her laughing as she slammed the door behind her as she left. Alex waited until she was absolutely sure that Theresa was gone.

When she was sure that she was long gone, she curled up in the middle of the floor, and began to cry softly.

Why is this happening to me? Alex thought as she sobbed.

If there was one bright light in Alex's life that made what she was going through a little easier, it was her closest friend, David Falcone. She felt as though he knew what she was going through with out knowing EXACTLY what is happening to her.

What brought them together was the tragic events that happened to their parents. David was only one when his parents were killed, and he never got the chance to really know the both of them. He now lived with a family friend of his parents who took him in after his parents died because they wanted him to stay in the city. He had long black hair, was sort of muscular, even though he didn't work out, and what really made him stand out was the calm way he looked at life even though he had a troubled one himself.

He was the boy that Alex would come to love.

It was late at night, and Alex was laying in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She had thought about her best friend littering her mind, and she knew that this life was going to be the end of her soon enough. She wondered just what she was going to do if David ever found out about this, would he still want to hang out with her, and would he still care at all about her? That was not an answer that she wanted to know, but she was soon going to find that out soon enough. Alex took one last glance at the stars, and rolled over to go to sleep.

Just what am I going to do about this mess that I am in? Alex thought as she drifted off into a deep sleep.

AN: Well, that was the first chapter. So, expect some more soon enough. Thanks for reading!