A/N: Um, well hey everyone, This is a new fanfiction obviously, and I just wanted to let you know that this is my very first one. Please don't hate on it, it took me a while to write this and I really hope that I will get lots of comments/follows/favorites! Please, again, enjoy and give me some tips about my writing skills or just the grand scheme of things :)
I already love every single person who read this already, it means so much to me! And to those of you who will stay committed to this story and for the possible long waits for a new upload, thank you in advance :) that means the world to me x)
I do not own Austin and Ally so therefore I will go beg on my knees until they beg ME to own it. xD
StAy AwKwArD xP
Definition of a Perfect Love Cliche`
Chapter 1:
"Words can change your destiny"
Ally's POV
Four years ago...
Breathe in, breathe out...
I tried desperately to hold in my frustration towards my beloved parents, their eyes intently staring at my being. There I sat, telling my mother and father that I no longer desired to live by their standards, I wanted to be free, to be me.
My mother's bottom lip quivered in utter defiance when I just exploded in their faces, exclaiming that I did not want to have any part of their family business, to not be the perfect dream girl they have always wanted. My father's eyebrows knitted together in anger at my outburst. Why should I listen to my parents though? I never did to begin with, they would always tell be to slip into some fancy attire to attend a banquet for them, I would just trudge up the damn stairs and throw on whatever the hell I wanted. I never cared for their opinion, I never did.
And yet here we are, all three of us having an epic glaring contest until one of us at least attempted to calm themselves down enough to talk.
The tension that lingered between us was finally cut off by a heavy sigh, my mother was rubbing her face with the palms of her hands in a desperate need to relieve some stress. "Honey-" my mother began pathetically. I merely scoffed at her attempt to calm things down, my father still ablaze with fury.
"We understand your frustration-" I instantly cut off my mother, understand me? That was a stupid-ass thing to say! They do not understand what they put me through! They force me to do whatever they want, I'm like their own personal puppet. They try and dress me up in what they want, they try and fashion my attitude to that of a perfect love child, they try and change me and not once have I heard them tell me just to be myself!
"Whoa! Hey, how on earth could you possibly understand me?! Have you ever even heard my side of the story huh?! Ha-"
"Shut up young lady and let your mother finish!" My father screeches catching me off guard. Of course I knew that he would in fact scream at me, but it was a rare tone for him, and when does us it, you better stay quiet or you might never have a social life again. I huffed and sunk back into the cushions of our couch giving the death glare up to my mother in a feeble attempt to tell her to just get the hell over with her juvenile speech.
"Thank you." My mother sighed, "as I was saying, we understand your frustration but you also have to respect our wishes, and that means completing the few tasks in which we ask you to accomplish. "
"Like ruining my life." I mutter underneath my breath.
"What did you just say young lady?" My father snapped. You could tell he was losing it, you could practically see smoke coming from his ears and his face resembled that of a tomato.
"I said you are ruining my damn life!" I screamed shooting straight up out of my seated position. I was mad, not able to control my anger at this moment in time. I just want to break something (preferably my father's face) and scream in utter agony. I was finished with my parents antics, and I mean finished. I do not want to live in a world where my parents own me, where they completely throw out the real me! Is it really that hard for them to grasp that concept?!
"Say it again! Come on, I dare you!" My mother exclaimed, and in that moment my whole body quivered in fury. They were testing my patience, that does not stand right by me. I clutched my hands tight into fists, a scowl written across my lips, bullets of sweat rolled their way down my vain exposed forehead. And after that split second of silence, everything I have wanted to ever say for thirteen years came tumbling out of my mouth. Words that I could never take back.
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME IN THAT FASHION! I HAVE KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT OVER THESE YEARS AND SAID NOTHING! YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO KEEP LIVING IN THIS LIFE STYLE FOREVER? DID YOU EVER EXPECT ME TO ONE DAY TO TELL YOU THAT I WOULD LIKE TO DO THINGS ON MY OWN FOR ONCE? FOR GOD'S SAKE! WOULD PLEASE JUST LISTENING TO ME INSTEAD OF TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKIN PUPPET?!" I used all of my willpower in order to make as much emphasis on each word as I could.
I stood there, panting, waiting for my parents to scream at me... Anything. But instead they stand there with their idiotic, shocking faces. They were at a loss for words. I slightly smirked in triumph, I finally shut them up, something I never thought could be accomplished with these people I call my parents.
"Is that what you really think Ally?" My father states sternly after a few minutes of deathly silence.
"Yes." I state plainly.
"Well if that's the case, Then go up to your room and you will be restricted from ridding your skateboard, playing your guitar, or hanging with friends." My mom rattles it off as if there was nothing wrong with it... if you think about it, those few things right there, those small nuances in my life actually are mainly the only things that make up my life. Skateboarding, that has been in my life since I was little. My older brother, Andrew, began to teach me while I was in first grade and he was in sixth grade, he is now a pro skater and I admire him so much. He is literally my inspiration, just the thought of him could keep me going for weeks. My parents practically disowned him after he relieved the news that he wanted to become a pro skater, he went against their backs and accomplished his dreams and it paid off too because he is now very successful and is engaged to a beautiful girl named Eve, she is a skater as well. Sometimes when I have a stressful day, I will call her up and she will try and take my mind off of my day until I feel a bit better. The unfortunate part of this story is that Andrew and Eve live all the way up in New York, also he is out on tour for his skateboard company, doing a few shows and demonstrations. He had to leave Eve and I behind for roughly a year, it's been nine months now, he should be home around spring of next year and if you haven't guessed yet, I'm really wishing for him to come home sooner.
Music is pretty much the only thing that keeps me sane besides my brother. If a melody somehow find's it's way into my mind, I have to write the notes down, no questions asked. Lyrics are practically the story of my life, every single word I write is just another emotional roller coaster for me. I certainly could NOT live without my music, it is just like taking my voice away from me.
Friends? They help me conquer the hardships of my life, even though my only friends consists of Harmony, my best friend since forever. She and I attend the same middle school and not to mention skateboarding buddies. I was never very good at making friends considering that I have only made one in my whole life. I would nearly die if I couldn't talk to her for over a week, let alone a day.
"RIGHT NOW!" My father yelled for the hundredth time today. I realized that I zoned out and was just awkwardly staring at my parents for the past five minutes. I scowled towards my devil parents and quickly made my way up the stairs and into my room making sure to slam my bedroom door in the process. I finally let the tears flow down my blood drained face as I plopped down on my bed. I could help but accuse myself for ruining me and my parents relationship.
And boy I was so right.
Later on...
Things merely became even worse from that point on. Slowly but surely my parents really began not to care for me, they told my numerous times that was merely a self-absorbed little teenage brat. They didn't really care about me, they didn't care where I went, they didn't care how late I stayed out, and they never really cared who I hung out with. They never acknowledged my presence whenever I was around them, never thoroughly answered my questions. And for a couple of months, I thought it was great, that I was free. That is, until my mother passed away...
May 14th, 2010 5:46 p.m. I was a scrawny girl of fourteen and I watched as they laid my mother's casket into the unappealing earth below. My Brother was home from his tour and was greeted with the tragic news that his mother had died. He was sitting in the very front with Eve tucked under his arm for emotional support. I sat next to him, willing myself to cry over my mother's final absence. In all honesty, she wasn't such a bad mother, she was kind and gentle towards me. She cared for me and only wanted the best for her little girl.
After the funeral, when my father and I were home alone... he completely lost it. My father drenched himself in alcohol, becoming very unstable.
"DADDY!" I screeched out in pain, but my cries for help were useless because he swung yet another punch directed to my abdomen.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU MADE HER DIE! IT WAS ALL YOUR FUCKIN FAULT!" He screamed at me over and over again. A broken record that will never be fixed.
The abuse continued for until Christmas of 2011, No one ever found out that my father was abusing me, not even my brother who moved to England with Eve due to his company branching out to other countries. He phoned every few months, I missed him so much, but I knew he had his hands full with his work so we exchanged a few meaningless words and hung up.
I woke up the morning of December 25th, 2011 with a black eye and a bruised rib cage. My mind was foggy from the events of the other night. My father came home late the night of Christmas Eve as drunk as ever. I was tucked under my covers shivering violently, The lights all out, just me in my frightened state. I heard the front door slam and the sound of stumbling downstairs. I felt like the devil just walked right through my front door. The footsteps climbed ever so slow up the stairs and came to a halt in front of my bedroom door. Let all hell brake loose.
That morning that I decided I would escape it all, drop my life here and and now, leave the place I called home for so long and start and new legacy. So the night of Christmas day, I packed up all of my belongings and sneaked out when my father was passed out on the couch in the living room.
Present Day...
My name is Ally Marie Dawson, It's the year 2013, I'm seventeen years old, and Iv'e been a runaway for the past two years.
And I regret every single word I said that day.
those words changed my destiny.
A/N: Again, I love everyone whom read this first chapter :) you mean the world to me. You always will :) Please review and continue to read Definition of a Perfect Love Cliche` :)
Your's truly
Lovely Miss Cherry Topping.
StAy AwKwArD xP
