HELLO GUYS ! I feel like a let down. I haven't been on in SO long, I did just what I hate about this site. Left work unfinished. Well, here's a LONG overdue new fic, which, I'd LOVE for you all to review. Thank you everyone who reviewed my other stories...it means the world. I really love writing, and want to make a career out of it. I value all of your opinions. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get back on, but I will definitely be updating my fics more often. :) 3
Well, I've waited long enough, here's chapter one:
"IAN YOU CHEATED ON ME! NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND! YOU CHOSE WENDY CHRISTIANSON OVER ME! I'VE GIVEN UP SO MUCH TO BE WITH YOU! HOW COULD YOU! THAT'S ALL I WANT TO KNOW IS HOW? AND WHY! WHY WOULD YOU! DON'T I GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED?!"
"Erin, look...it was the heat of the moment. It meant NOTHING. I love you Pip. Please don't go."
"Bye Ian. Only my boyfriend can call me Pip."
"Erin, it's pouring rain! You can't walk in that."
"Watch me."
With that, Erin walked out into the pouring rain. She was crying, not so much because she was leaving Ian, or because he cheated on her, but because she loved him, and now had to return to her parent's house. That house, is nowhere a child belonged. Erin never did anything to upset her parents, they just never cared. When she got to the ratty house, she walked in the door, which was unlocked, just in case anyone ever decided it was worth breaking into and ending the misery the Ulmer's lived in. Her mother died three years ago, after getting into a car accident, while driving in the early morning to pick up Erin's alcoholic father. Her mother, Kate was beautiful, and settled for the first guy who paid attention to her. Erin's father, Brett, who was nothing special, was the senior football superstar of McKinley High School in 1988, the year Erin was born. When Kate found herself pregnant with Brett's child, she didn't know what to do. She was fourteen, he was eighteen. Neither of them was ready for a child, but decided to keep the beautiful little girl given to them that December. By then, Kate was a sophomore, and Brett was working as a mechanic's assistant at a bodyshop in town. Little Erin was usually at the store with Brett while Kate was at school, or trying to go to school, which she eventually dropped out of, when Erin was three months old. Kate got a job at a local variety store working as a checkout girl. There was barely enough money to pay their rent, let alone provide for Erin. Eventually the hatred between Brett and Kate got so bad, Erin was put in foster care for a year. When she was eight, her parents took her back home, but the fighting didn't subside. Brett had become an alcoholic, and went out every night. In the midst of his partying, he cheated on Kate when Erin was four. Erin had a thirteen year old half sister named Shana. When Kate died, Shana and her mother, Teresa moved in with Erin and Brett.
"So you're back now?" Shana asked from the living room. "I guess." Erin meekly replied. Erin couldn't stand Shana, even though it wasn't her fault she…happened, Erin still couldn't stand her at all. She was a clingy, annoying, needy thirteen year old girl, who tried to be like Erin, and acted as if they were actual sisters, who actually had a functioning family. "Hey Erin," Shana said getting up, chasing after Erin. "What Shana." Erin coldly stated. "Why'd you come back? I mean , you've got it made over there?." "You honestly don't know, or are you just being a brat." Shane shook her head, no. "He cheated on me. With your friend Julie's sister. That bastard had a whole relationship with her behind my back. God, he's such a jerk." "I'm sorry Erin." Tears built up in Erin's blue eyes, she turned the door knob, and locked herself inside. Before slipping away inside her little safe haven, she peaked her head outside, "Shana, let them figure it out for themselves okay?" "You're safe. My mom's drunk. Dad's working, but he's been going out all night every night. I never even see them anymore…Erin…do you please think I can stay in your room for a while, Dad's been really bad lately, he broke my door, there's no lock." Erin looked at Shana. Even though she couldn't stand the fact that she existed, Erin was still her big sister…well half sister, and she still sort of felt protective of Shana, especially from their father. "No problem…come in." "Really? Thanks, I just need to get some of my stuff!"
Erin sat on her bed, still clad with the pink and purple butterfly sheets her mom bought her when she was nine. Shana walked inside and put her little bag on the floor. She sat on Erin's bed and looked over at Erin. "We have the same hair and lips…" Shana mused. "…But you're still way prettier than me. You have your mom's eyes…and your nose doesn't make you look like a pig." 'Shana, you're pretty." "I look just like Dad." She said unhappily. "You though, you're beautiful." "No, I'm not…and yeah…we do look alike…almost like we're real sisters." "Well we are sisters. Just not full ones…I really wish I wasn't born. I'm sorry Erin, I know you hate me…everyone does." "Shana, I don't hate you. It's just Brett makes me so angry…how he got my mom pregnant when she was fourteen, and then cheated on her…he deserves to die, not my mom. At least she paid attention to me…" "I wish my mom would make us move out. I wish I could move out or die, or something. It's better than being stuck here. Especially when you left, I was all alone, and I didn't know how to handle it." It was getting late, and Shana fell asleep. Erin put on her oversized Sid Vicious tee shirt, but didn't sleep. She opened her laptop, which Ian paid half for, but he wasn't getting it back. It had all her work on it, her dreams, her writings, her thoughts, everything she needed to function. Not to mention her music.