This story is darker than my usual ones. I hope you enjoy it all the same! It's loosely based on the movies Dangerous Minds and Freedom Writers, but with Twilight characters. But never fear, I won't kill off anyone important! Some characters are OOC, but if you've seen either of the movies, you know they change their behavior at the end. Rosalie is based on Precious, and Alice is based on Lisa, the girl in the song "Runaway Love", by the way. Charlie is the Chief of Police in Seattle, not Forks. I don't want to make him an ignorant bad guy. And Renee isn't ignorant either.
In Forks, Washington, all these kids have ever known is violence and rape. Crime rates are very high, and there are many people who are dead or missing. Many of these children live out on the streets or in very poor neighborhoods. This town is a war zone. Some people are lucky enough to live in rich neighborhoods, but shots are fired through the poor ones.
Alice POV:
I heard a loud banging on my door.
"Police! Open up!"
I was waiting for my father to take me to the bus for school. But they took him because he didn't pay his bills on time. My mother ran out the door, screaming for him, but a drive by bullet went right through her heart.
And I saw war for the first time.
My sixteen year old sister, Cynthia ran to see what was the matter while I just stared in shock. One minute, I thought I was going to fourth grade. The next minute, both my parents were gone. In a second, Cynthia became my legal guardian.
It was all right when we stopped crying over our parents a few months later. But then, Cynthia came home out cold. There was loud shouting and I came downstairs to see what was going on. She and a grown man were arguing, and then the man looked at me with pleasure in his eyes.
"Look, James, I love you, but I won't take your shit! Get outta here!" Cynthia screamed.
"Baby, don't be like that," James complained.
She was slumped over on the table in a few seconds, out cold, drunk. I'd never known what getting drunk meant until she explained it to me a few days after our parents were taken. I ran back upstairs and started doing my homework. The door banged open without warning and I saw James staring at me.
"Get on your bed, little girl, and I'll give you a lollypop,"
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He threw me on my bed and undid my pants. I screamed until he left me. I didn't know what happened, and Cynthia was too out of it to explain.
"He pulled my pants down and now, it hurts right here," I pointed between my legs while crying.
"Shut up loser," she mumbled, putting her head back down on the table.
"No! It hurts! What did he do to me?"
"Nothing! Get outta here, you little baby!"
"What did he do?"
"Get the FUCK out!" she yelled even louder. "I'm your guardian now, and you do as I say!"
"But-" I sniffled.
"OUT!" She pushed me up the stairs in her stupor and then fainted on the floor. "God, you wear me out…stupid little girl,"
Three years have passed, and nothing has changed, except for the fact that I am twelve years old and entering the seventh grade. Cynthia took me to the bus stop and then left me, not caring if I got on or not.
Rosalie POV:
At age seven, my eighteen year old brother, Royce, did something to me, and now, I know what he did. I remember the pain from that night, and I remember it was the same pain that I felt now, at age twelve. I had a little girl by Royce. Her name's Ashley and she's got slight cerebral palsy and needs a wheelchair. She's still adorable, though. I'm entering the seventh grade pregnant, this time, by my father. My belly is as big as a basketball, and I know the comments from my fellow classmates won't stop. I couldn't really blame them, I mean, whoever heard of a pregnant preteen? I'm almost thirteen. Wait till they found out I had a baby already and I was on my second. And imagine the laughter when I tell 'em my little girl is four years old, going on five. Yeah, like that's believable. Let's just say I was an early bloomer and got pregnant at age eight. Cuz that's the goddamned truth. My twin brother couldn't do anything to stop Royce and my father. Every time he tried, he got whipped by their belts. I loved him for trying. He was the only loving person I had in my life, besides little Ashley. Mom beat me and called me a slut for having two babies and being pregnant. She found my father in bed with me and blamed me for seducing her husband and making him cheat on her. She wouldn't listen when I told her, "Dad raped me!"
"You dirty little slut!" she yelled, and then I felt pain slash my cheek. And if it wasn't her, it was Dad and Royce. I was trying to get out the door and go to the bus down the street. But Dad had me by the neck.
"Let me go!" I cried.
"Fuckin' whore," he spat and then threw me down. I picked myself up as he laughed along with Royce. Jasper punched him in the face and then led me outside.
"You okay?"
"Whatever," I sighed. "Come on," I slipped my choker necklace over my bruises, kind of making myself look like that Esther girl in Orphan, but who cared? Jasper didn't, and he was the only person I cared about. The only reason I was alive at this moment.
Emmett POV:
When I was twelve, my mother took my virginity without me even knowing what it was. She said my cock was huge and she wanted it. So she got it while I screamed in protest. It hurt, like she was biting me or something. Dad caught her doing it a few times, but he said I was sick and needed to be taught a lesson.
"Let me tell you, boy, one day, I will destroy you once and for all!" He slammed my head into the wall, making a dent. "You're fucking fifteen years old and you've been fucking my wife for three years! Goddamnit, she does not want you! Now, get outta here and get a life!"
"Dad, she raped me!"
"Don't lie to me, you sick bastard! I should've gotten you in juvy hall three years ago!" He pushed me out on the steps. My mom was laying on the grass with a drink in her hand. She waved me forward, but I ran down the street. She chased me and caught my leg. I shook her off, but she moaned and then jumped on my back, kissing my neck.
"I love you so much, I could just eat you up!" she said, nibbling on my earlobe.
"Don't!" I complained, throwing her off me.
"Come on, baby, don't be like that. Don't ya love your mommy?" She slurred and batted her eyes at me.
"Not when you act like that!"
"Oh, sugar," she cooed. "I don't know what you're talking about. You're my baby boy. Now," she began, unzipping her pants and pulling them down while licking her lips. "Take me,"
"Oh, God, Mom!" I shook my head in disgust and then ran to the bus.
"Bye, lovemuffin!" she said, waving.
I took a seat in the back and shook my head. She was crazy.
Jasper POV:
"Leave Rosalie alone!" I hollered at Royce, pulling him off of her. I slammed him into a chair, and then felt a sharp pain on my backside. I saw my father staring down at me with rage in his eyes and a belt in his hand.
"Leave my son alone! He can do whatever he wants!"
"Look, Rosalie does not want you two raping her!"
"I can do whatever I want, asshole!" Dad yelled, whipping my face with the belt. I felt something warm and wet dripping down from my cheek to my chin. Great, another scrape to cover up.
"You stupid bitch!" I heard my mom yelling at my sister.
"Mom!" she screamed back, and it was followed by a crash. I shoved past my father and ran to the kitchen. Rosalie had face-planted into a stool and the stool was under her neck. I helped her up and we both ran to the door to try getting to the bus on time.
"Jesus. Ow," she groaned in pain, holding her neck. Then, Dad grabbed her and smashed her face into the wall, gripping her neck. I tried pulling his arms off of her, but he grunted and elbowed me in the ribs. I staggered back, but was able to help Rosalie out the door when Dad released her.
"I tell you, I'm gonna give birth any moment," she said, groaning. "After school, I gotta pick up Ash from daycare,"
"Yeah, I know. Come on, we don't want to be late," We ran down the street and almost collided with a woman walking drunkenly up our street. She looked back at us when we looked back at her. As the bus doors were about to close, I held them open and we stepped inside. Time to face our first day of seventh grade.
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