Hey guys I'm SO sorry it's been like...6 months! I'm currently rewriting this story… so yeah ….

-Bellatrix

-Alexandra's POV-

"Hi, Alexandra, I've been looking for you" I turned to see my father, John, with his trucker's hat, baggy blue jeans and a button-up shirt- oh and you can't forget the beer belly. "Come on honey," he put his hand on the small of my back and led me back to our small, dirty apartment.

Once we got inside he shut the door quietly and turned to face me. I stiffened as he came closer to me and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. He held me at arm's length and sighed.

And slapped me across the face.

I yelped at the hit and stumbled back as John yelled at me, "what the hell do you think you're doing? I told you never leave this house! No one wants to see that ugly face of yours!"

"You're the one who gave me this face not to mention all the scars!" I yelled back at him.

He slapped my face again, "don't you know any manners! Don't ever talk to your father like that ever again!"

I glared him right in the eyes as he talked.

He punched me in the stomach, "And don't stare either! I don't want to see your face right now! Go to your room, you ugly bitch!"

I turned and walked to me room.

I shut-no slammed my door shut and sat on my bed looking at the floor. I thought about what my dad had said

"No one wants to see that ugly face of yours!"

"Go to your room, you ugly bitch!"

I got up and walked over to my mirror, a tear escaped my eye as I looked at myself in the full length mirror.

I had long, black, scene hair with bright, blue eyes. I had on black skinny jeans and a red tank top with some wrist bands and a long black necklace. I was pretty if not for the cuts on my wrist, the scars on my arms and legs and the big scar on my face. It started at my temple, went through the corner of my mouth and down to the bottom of my chin.

My dad was right, I was ugly.

I sighed and quickly turned from the mirror as tears came down my face. I walked over to my dresser and put on a tight-ish black tee shirt and a pair of short shorts.

I, finally, crawled into bed but I couldn't go to sleep. I had a bad feeling that if I went to sleep something bad would happen.

-Darren's POV-

I sighed as Mr. Crepsley walked back and forth across the floor; rubbing his scar as he did.

"Okay" he said finally, "you can stay with the cirque."

"Thank you! I have to do tell Evra!" I said happily, I finally got to stay at the cirque!

"On two conditions," I frowned at Larten as he continued, "you have to make sure you feed because I'm not going to call and make sure you're alive like a worried mother, okay?" I nodded, "and you also have to," he thought for a second then started pacing again.

I smiled in victory as he turned to me, "What in the world are you smiling about, boy?"

"Nothing," I said still smiling, "it's just that you're getting old and lost your train of thought…"

He turned and glared at me, I quickly stopped laughing, "Yeah while you think of that, I'm going to go tell Evra the good news." I quickly left the tent to go find Evra.

hey guys sorry its short but its just the first chapter! Please r&r!