Dress Me Up In Dirt:

Drunk Dad: Crash! I stopped in my tracks, whimpering. I knew what would come next.

"Lillian Victoria Micelle!" I cringed, even though intentions of the call were completely familiar.

I did the only thing sensible: ran. I stretched my legs as far as they would go, jumping sticks and boulders. I burst through the door and into the forest nearby.

Scrambling up my favorite tree, I panted, tucking my feet under myself. I heard crunching, and my fathers head popped into view below me.

"Come back here girl! Damn you!" My father, Fredrick Micelle, started walking back towards our mansion. My father is a drunk.

He's also a millionaire, and puts a lot of stress on himself. He drinks to let it all out, but he gets too drunk, and beats me black-and-blue.

I'm ten, but before my mother, Eloise, died, she taught me some make-up tricks.

I cover the bruises and nurse my cuts. No one knows, even if I did tell someone, father would beat me harder. I still love him, even if he beats me. Silly, I guess.

I climbed slowly down the tree, wincing from my old bruises. My waist-length crimson red hair swung into my face, hitting me and startling me off balance. I fell.

I'm not clumsy…just accident-prone. I heard laughing, and I looked up. A boy around eleven stood before me, laughing hysterically.

He was cute, with even redder hair than me, and bright blue eyes. I had always believed in romance…

"You fell! Ha! That was funny!" He went back to laughing. Alright, I don't believe in romance with him.

Even though I was to busy picking myself up off the ground, I knew my emerald green eyes were ablaze with fury.

"Ha, you've had your laugh. Now stop!" I commanded. He ceased chuckling.

"My name is James Hitler and I'm very sorry, my lady! Please except my apology!" He kissed my hand.

I withdrew my hand. "Excuse me, dear sir, but I don't, and won't!" I marched away, my red dress swinging behind me.

"Please? May I know your name?" James asked, bowing. I snorted with laughter.

"No, you can't." I marched faster, but suddenly I felt an icy cold hand on my shoulder, and when I looked behind me, I saw a pair of yellow cat-like eyes. And then I fainted.

A/N: Thanks to Ashlee Simpson for making the wonderful song that this story is named after!

It's a cliff-hanger! Yay! R/R or I shall suck your blood!