So! It's been a while…like, a long while. I had another sequel-type story in the process that ultimately had to get deleted (stupid laptop with the stupid computer virus -_-), and I've been on basically a year-long hiatus. Then, the idea that I had months ago for this story popped up in my head again, and I decided to act on it. Why I haven't done a story focused on one of the other main character's in Meeting Jupiter when I first ended it, I don't know. But, all that matters is that I'm doing it now, and I hope you enjoy it as much, if not more than, I'm enjoying writing it!

This is a paraquel, so it's taking place during and maybe a little after the first story, so some parts may seem like a repeat or a cross-over, because it's being told from a different perspective. I would suggest reading Meeting Jupiter to get a better idea of some things, but you really don't have to. My apologies in advance for any Italian translation that might be a little incorrect (I'm going off of the beginning Italian class I took during freshman year in college, and a little online translation as well). Priscilla's mother is from Italy so it's her native language, and naturally she taught her how to speak it as well.

Since she is a recovering drug addict throughout the entire story, obviously it's going to have drug use in it. And strong language, and violence…and sexual content. The usual (haha). Now then, I hope you guys enjoy me trying this once again! Hopefully this anti-virus software will keep my laptop intact, and I'll be able to complete it.

Enjoy my loves!

Prologue: The Other Side, The Other Story

"Priscilla…take off your sunglasses."

Priscilla looked at her mother with a frightened expression. She then looked back Marcus, who was staring right at her as well.

"N-No mommy, it's okay. I'll keep them on…" Priscilla said softly.

"You're inside of the house, you don't need them on." Anya said sternly. "Take them off. You know I like looking people in the eyes when I speak to them."

"Yeah Pris, take them off." Marcus said in an even tone. It was almost like he was daring her to do it.

"Really, it's okay…" Priscilla said.

"Priscilla." Jaxton's voice boomed from behind her. She turned around and looked at her step father, who looked pissed off.

"Okay…" Priscilla took off the sunglasses slowly, and Anya's face changed for the worse.

"What the HELL?!" Anya screeched, walking up to her daughter's face and grabbing her. "What happened?!"

Marcus looked at her silently, and Jaxton looked like he wanted to snap someone's neck. She didn't know who to be more afraid of.

"I fell mommy, that's all." Priscilla lied, like she always did.

"You fell until your eye and cheek turned black and blue?! That is bullshit Priscilla! Look at your neck….you can see finger marks on it!" Anya said, before whipping her head towards Marcus. "You have something to do with this?!" She asked him.

"Oh, he better not have." Jaxton said coolly.

"No. Why would you even think that? I would never hurt her." Marcus expressed angrily. He was lying as well.

"Priscilla, lo ha fatto questo? Dire la verita! (Did he do this to you? Tell the truth!)". Anya sneered to her.

"Non labbio fatto (He didn't do it)." Priscilla said back. "I promise, he didn't. I fell, I'm okay."

"I really don't want to be rude, but it's time for us to go." Marcus suddenly grabbed Priscilla's hand roughly, and pulled her away from Anya.

"You fucking bastard, I know you did this to her!" Anya lunged at him, only to be held back by Jaxton.

"Anya—" Jaxton started.

"My baby was never like this! The day she finally realizes you're not shit will be the happiest day of my life." Anya said angrily. "Get the fuck out of my house!"

Priscilla felt her heart pang with sadness when she heard those words leave her mother's mouth. She was right…it probably would be the happiest day of her life if that were to ever happen.

"Not a problem, we're leaving anyway." Marcus said evenly. "Let's go." He commanded.

Priscilla immediately followed behind him, no questions asked. Anya was crying, in disbelief with how her daughter was turning out to be. The same daughter who used to be so independent. Once they were out the house, Anya looked at Jaxton angrily.

"And you stood there and did nothing! You know for a fact he's beating on her and giving her drugs!" Anya cried out in anger.

"Anya." Jaxton's deep voice said. "I could've beaten the shit out of him…"

"Why didn't you?! I thought Priscilla was your baby girl!"

"What difference would it have made? I put him in the hospital, she would've been right by his side. It wouldn't have made a difference." Jaxton said. "For some reason, she loves him even though he don't deserve her. Until she realizes that, nothing we say or do is gonna change it."

"…..I don't know what I'll do if he does something worse…the last thing I want is a call saying she's dead…" Anya sobbed.

The car ride from Paleto Bay back into Los Santos was quiet…very, very quiet. Priscilla was shaking, partly because she was coming down from the high, and partly because she was terrified. Marcus was extremely calm after her parents pretty much told him they knew about him beating on her. He didn't react violently…yet. But she knew the second they made it back to his mother's house…Priscilla shivered with fear, because she already knew what was about to happen. The dreadful moment came, and the minute she stepped back into the house and placed her bag on the bag rack near the door, she felt her hair being yanked violently and cried out in pain. Marcus continued to drag her down the hallway to where his room was, against her protests. He walked right past his mother, who was smirking and shaking her head.

"The bitch fucked up again, didn't she?" Mrs. Sanders said gleefully. "Oh well…" She walked into her bedroom and closed the door.

Once he walked into his room, he threw Priscilla against the closet door, causing her to bang her head up against it hard.

"Your parents are really starting to irk my fucking nerve." He sneered, banging her head against the door again.

"I'm sorry! I didn't tell them anything, I swear!" Priscilla cried out. Marcus turned her around and slapped her across the face, before throwing her on his bed again.

"You made me drive you all the way the fuck out there, and then they suddenly know about what happens in private?! You're a fucking liar!" Marcus growled and he continued to punch and hit her in the face and body repeatedly.

"Please, stop!" Priscilla begged him, only to get punched again. She felt her already blackened eye closing yet again, and her mouth was already dripping with blood.

"Apologize, you worthless bitch!" Marcus demanded.

"I'm sorry!" Priscilla cried immediately.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you." He growled as he began choking her with one hand, while still hitting her with the other.

"I'm sorry! Please stop! I'm sorry!" Priscilla begged again.

Marcus stopped hitting her and she turned over, falling off of the bed. She began coughing violently, to the point where blood was dripping on the floor. He cracked his knuckles and walked over to her body, kicking her side and making her cry out in pain again.

"Get the fuck up. Don't think you staying here and not making me any money." Marcus spat.

"O…kay…" Priscilla breathed out in between her coughs.

He began walking out of the room. "And clean yourself up!" He said.

She stood up slowly and walked into the bathroom that was attached to his room. She didn't even recognize herself when she looked in the mirror, and began crying again. I'm gonna die if I keep living like this….but what do I do? She thought as she washed her bloody and bruised face with a clean wash cloth.

One side of the story has been told, now it's time to explore a just as heart breaking, but equally interesting one. This is Priscilla Saretti's story.