Name : Lysa Marie
Age: 16
Height: 5'7"
Prized Possessions: Tiny nose ring, and a simply elegant bracelet
Orphan, self sufficient, very quiet, almost mute. Does just enough to pass barely and good enough to play soccer for the high school. - 2011
History with the bracelet: does so many numerous things she hasn't even figured them out yet. For 1, always on her body.. 2... Can be hidden anywhere….travels everywhere over her body in a shimmering liquid silver and forms whatever she needs the most - can act on it's own or do whatever it's asked from her… and she does ask.. Is able to communicate with her to a certain degree, not an entity, more like computer intelligence. There is a limit to the power of the bracelet though. When going to connect to communicate, shifts itself as an actual MP3 player, Apple style.
Hobbies: Occupies herself with books, a part time job working as a weight trainer, yes of all things.
Basically the Patriarch of the orphanage without getting paid the big bucks. But she has learned how to manage money and taxes.
Chapter One:
When it comes to being quiet, I, Lysa Marie, am definitely a master of that art. When it comes to being sarcastic with just a blank look on my face as I'm being ranted to, I definitely master that as well, more because the silent act is a precursor.
" LYSA, you little bitch you better listen to me? What happened to the rest of the money from the groceries? If I hear that you spent it on make-up…" That was the screeching voice of the foster home, mother.
Dear god, she knows how to blow some ear drums, along with blow some other body parts…
I wordlessly hand her the remaining money from my grocery run, not that it wasn't much, and the receipt. Psh, I don't even use make-up.
I felt her disgusting little hand snap me around and then slap me in the face. Although the force of it make my face turn, I didn't feel but just a light touch.
Thankfully, Silver, my bracelet, had absorbed into my skin on my face, and reinforced it basically. She probably hurt herself more than she hurt me.
I raise an eyebrow at her, and just turn my back on her, moving away.
" You better get back here, little bitch! I'm not fucking done with you! You have the list of chores to do and they better fucking get done before I get back!"
She huffs angrily as I lift a hand and wave at her to acknowledge what she said and return to climbing the stairs.
God it was so funny making fun of her. I smile as I feel Silver worm his way to the corner of my eyes and gently pour out of my skin through pores, so as to be painless, and form reading glasses.
This was our way to communicate actually. He was able to 'type' words into the lenses so I could see. Honestly this thing was very smart and capable of reading brain waves of thought, so I did not need to speak aloud.
[ You really need to report this to authorities; Foster mothers are not supposed to engage in activity harmful to the youths being fostered.]
{ Right, I know, but I am only sixteen, therefore legally not an adult, and only the money somehow left to my name, with no relatives having need of me. What else can I do? She will get hers when the time is right}
I felt Silver's metal warm comfortably around my temples, and I sigh gently as I change into my 'cleaning' clothes.
Foster Mother was really a bitch, when I came into puberty. At 15, I had grown to be taller than her 5 foot 3 inch frame. She wasn't ugly, my god she wasn't.. I thought she was gorgeous. Even without make up she was very pretty. But her attitude when she saw me grow up darkened into what Silver called jealousy.
As I pulled on the dark green corduroy pants and dirty wife-beater, I sighed as I pulled on a sports bra on top of it and tucked the extra length of dirty cloth under the sports bra so that my [extraordinary] long torso was shown. The pants sagged so much that I had to steal the boxers of one of the guys to wear on top of the panties, of course, and was therefore allowed to sag comfortably.
I was so gangsta.
On top of that I just had to be comedic and I put on an apron with lovely pockets on top of the garb and pulled my hair up into a high pony.
I heard the Foster Mother's, now being shortened to mom, and I love calling her that because it gets on her nerves, go out the door, and drive away.
On the way to the kitchen, I silently greeted the other 11 kids, ranging from elementary school ( 5th grader) to high school ( the other 16 year old).
As I made my way into the kitchen, my nose crinkles at the disgusting state of the room, seeing plates mounted high in the sink, crusty looking and questionable substances on almost every one of the dishes, cabinets dirty and open, liquids spilled on counters, and the floor in need of a good hosing, seriously, hosing.
I sighed and spot the long page of notes on the counter in a semi clean state and hurry over to it, where several things were neatly dashed on the page.
Cleaning List
- Dishes, washed and dried
- Cabinets repaired, and washed
- Counters so clean I want my reflection seen in them
- Refrigerator cleaned; old food thrown out
- Stainless steel appliances cleaned
- Floor swept and mopped
- Cook dinner: For two I want a nice mouth watering steak, medium rare, no pink or I WILL throw you out, a vegetable, fine wine, and a dessert. You will be serving and I want you in top line fashion because this is a business deal dinner, you little bitch. You mess it up and I'll not only throw you out, but take all your little money from you! ( I rolled my eyes at this, feeling Silver's irritation through the glasses)
- Dining room set for two, everything that's in that room clean, polished, dusted, the works.
- Entire downstairs vacuumed, cleaned
- My bedroom: New sheets on it, candles set in all corners, bathroom cleaned, two new towels, toothbrushes, you know what to do ( Oh do I..)
I sighed softly.
[ You will have to clean the kitchen to be able to cook in it. This place is like a pigsty, for lack of a better word]
{ Agreed}
As I start on loading the dishwasher with whatever I could, my mind drifts, letting my body work on autopilot. Cleaning really is boring.
I was put into foster care by the age of 2, because.. Well honestly I don't even remember, back when I was on the side of mom's good graces she told me it was because my parents were killed by disease when they traveled to a third world country. She said that they had forgotten to take medication and had contracted the disease.
Well at the age of two, I had also was known to have this bracelet on which would accommodate to me as I grew. Which I thought was weird until said bracelet would unravel, trace up to my face and form glasses around my eyes. They were sexy glasses too.
Anyways he had explained himself to me ,yet as to where he came from, that remains a mystery.
Dishwasher loaded, excessive dishes washed, dried, and put in their respective places, I start washing down the dirty counters and cabinets.
And finally.. Onto why mom hates me so.
Mom: 5'3" C cup, hips like crazy, really attractive, and thick. Men like thick. Shoulder length hair, large eyes, long eye lashes, pale, pale skin, green eyes, red-like hair ( dyed), and a delicate looking frame.
Me: 5'7" B.5 cup, slender frame, thick black hair usually worn in a long braid that trails to my mid back, caramel colored skin, thick pouty lips, long eye lashes, very dark eyes, and I by no means look delicate… height combined with the physique of a soccer player.
Hmmmmm I thought we both looked pretty nice.. I mean I don't swing that way, but I thought she was so pretty… but why would she be jealous of me?
Well. That will have to come later, for now I had to concentrate on making dinner.
I was reading, all of the dinner and desert in either the oven being lightly heated, or in the refrigerator being cooled. My hostess outfit was hanging in the closet, and all of the kids were asleep. Their stomachs full from the dinner I gave them, which was the steak dinner, hehe.
I was fresh from showering, in shorts and bra, waiting on the text message from Mommy so I could begin my acting.
Sure enough, soon after the thought passed my mind, a text message appeared on my phone.
* We're 5 minutes away, be ready*
Hmm, she didn't add her usual little bitch… dude must be very attractive or she'd have been irritable even in a text message.
Well, with that, I pinned my braid up to make a bun, and stepped into my hostess outfit, complete with small heels.
The long, flare legged slacks complimented my legs, as well as the tucked in shirt gave me the nice and official style.
{ Silver, may you please change into a nose ring and my glasses?}
I felt him warm a little before doing as I requested, though I'm pretty sure he pushed the nose ring out himself when I got it, but I lost the ring.
Well I'll just be sure to keep him as the nose ring, and I trekked down the stairs, appearing in the proper servant-like fashion.
Dear god, this is going to be boring.
Silver was morphed to ear buds which blasted music into my skull so I couldn't hear the disgusting noises of sex.
Yes…
Sex.
I turned into my bed, horribly disgusted.. Oh my god… apparently dude was very well endowed.. And knew how to use it..
I was glad I couldn't hear them anymore, and it was very late, so I fell asleep.
I was beginning to fall into deep sleep when I was rudely awakened by someone climbing into bed with me.
I start awake, wide awake, heart pounding when I catch a look of mom's business partner.
Oh my god…
I immediately start thrashing against him, growls erupting from my throat and he pinned me down, me still trying to get free.
I couldn't see him very clearly, but I could feel him start to slide his hands down my pants and I shuddered sickened, and start to cry out, yet am silenced by his hands.
" Shut the fuck up you little whore, I'll take what the fuck I want from you, your mom is completely trashed and so very used… I could barely get off, bitch needs to start doing exercises…. But you… my god… young little you.. I bet you haven't even seen a big dick before…"
I started to struggle again, this time, tears running down my face with the effort.
" Oh hush.. Shah.. I promise it won't hurt… for too long. I'm afraid it'll be a very tight fit at first, but don't worry It'll all turn to pleasure very soon"
I feel my nose start to tingle and I whimper softly into his hand when I feel his hand roughly tear my shorts off and then panties off and then stop.
"What the fuck is this? A chastity belt? You little bitch, where's the key?"
[ Lysa you must run NOW]
Silver sends an electric shock into any skin in contact with him, not high voltage enough to hurt, but just to shock, and amazingly I only felt warmth down there.. But it made dude rear back and I immediately kick him in the fucking balls, and then kick his lights out, in the head before running out of the room, hurriedly pulling down the long shirt I thankfully wore to bed.
I saw the keys to mom's car and grabbed them, tears rolling down my face silently as I smashed my way out of the door.
For real, this is the second and last god damn time that this will happen.
The first time it happened was the ex boyfriend of mom, as clique as that sounds, it fucking happened, and a year ago and when I was just coming into puberty.
I got into the government money paid for NSX and fish tailed the hell out of the driveway going ..somewhere.. Just away from that place.
Fuck, I'm not sure what made her hate me that much… she never believed me about her ex, though I'm sure the physical evidence of bruised balls, and a black eye definitely put things back into context. A few weeks after that, it got blatantly obvious that old boy was staring at other women, including me. 15 was also the age where I started soccer and toning up to the current build that I have… but seriously, what a fucking pedophile.
[ Lysa please pay attention to the road, you have just obtained your driver's license]
I take a deep breath, and sigh, nodding absentmindedly before finally switching on the head lights, although the road was very lit at this time of night.
Unfortunately, the only other car on the road was attracted to bright lights, either that or very fucked up and drunk, and swerved into my lane seemingly INCHES away from me before my entire world went dark.
My last thoughts: What in the hell is this? This only happens in stories that are read online… next thing I'll probably know is that I've been dropped into Twilight or Narnia or Harry Potter.
Mental cue: shudder.
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