FULL SUMMARY: Alexis Tayler was sent to Spenser Academy as a punishment from her father, thinking that isolation would turn his daughter's delinquent behavior around. While in Ipswich, Massachusetts Alex experiences things she hadn't in her whole life: curfew, rules, uniforms, snobby rich girls, and…love? But will this new love corrupt her or will he be the corrupted?

Corrupted

Chapter One

It was a new town, a new state, a new life for Alex Tayler. She had only been in Ipswich, Massachusetts for less than a hour and she could already feel the misery setting in. The more acres of forest they passed and the farther into the small town they went, the more isolated Alex felt. But that was her father's goal after all, to isolate her from her old life, her old friends. Alex twisted her hands moodily in her lap as the car came to a slow stop. A satisfied sigh sounded from next to her.

"This will be your new school."

Alex leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the window. Through the thick curtain of heavy rain she could just make out the towering building of Spenser Academy with its stone walls and drafty looking windows. Dark gray clouds flitted across the sky, and as thunder rumbled and lightening flashed, Alex turned to her father.

She found that he was already looking at her, dark eyes strict and calculating.

"Looks cozy," Alex said, unable to stop herself. A pang of satisfaction flashed threw her at seeing his jaw tighten in irritation. She always knew exactly how to get under her father's skin. "Nice choice, Robert."

Robert's eyes narrowed. "Don't be a smart-ass. This is your punishment for the choices you've made," he said in his deep voice. "You have no one to blame but yourself, Alexis."

"Don't call me that," Alex snapped back feeling her temper flare. Just as she knew how to get under his skin, he knew how to do the same to her.

"It's been nearly a year," he said after a pause. "Your mother would have wanted you to-"

"Don't you dare talk as if you knew her," Alex interrupted, voice cutting. Her gaze was cold but her blood boiled with anger. "You left us, so don't think you know what she would have wanted. I do. I know. And I know she wouldn't have wanted you to ship me off to some stupid school because you can't handle me!"

Silence.

The rain beat a steady rhythm on the roof of the car causing the windshield wipers to work furiously. Inside the car, Alex and Robert continued to glare at each other; bright blue eyes versus dark brown eyes. Each waited for the other to look away first. Alex saw it as a sort of challenge; whoever looked away first was the weakest. One of the few things she had inherited from her father was his stubbornness, and that stubbornness wouldn't allow her to take her eyes off his face until his gaze shifted from hers first.

The relationship she had with Robert wasn't like most daughters had with their father, though her situation wasn't uncommon. When Alex had been 7 years-old Robert had left her and her mother for another woman. She remembered all of it; him coming home late, her mothers suspicions, the big fight that lead to her father moving out. After that came her mother's depression. Her mother had spent night after night crying herself to sleep while Alex listened, broken-hearted. Every tear that fell from her mother's eye made Alex despise her father more and more.

Over the following 10 years, she rarely saw or even spoke to him although she didn't care. She hadn't wanted to. Because Robert had had a family with the woman he'd left them for; two daughters and a son, the oldest being close to her age. The perfect family.

"You made your choice," Robert said, snapping Alex out of her thoughts, "and you chose to break the law." He tore his gaze from her face and looked up at the school.

Robert-0, Alex-1, Alex couldn't help thinking with satisfaction.

The rain had gone from a downpour to a light drizzle that fell now, spitting onto the windows as Robert pulled the car away from the curb.

"Your aunt has promised to keep you as long as you behave and stick to your curfew," he continued as he drove down the deserted road. "If she has any problems, any at all, she will contact me and you will be going to straight to boot camp. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Alex replied, giving him a mock-salute.

Robert shot her a glare but said nothing as he pulled onto a street lined with massive houses. Alex had to stop herself from gaping at them in amazement. Each house they passed seemed to grow in size and grandeur. These were the kind of houses one saw in Beverly Hills. Not that Alex would know first-hand.

However, these houses were nothing compared to the house they were parked in front of now. If the others were huge than this one had to be a mansion; with its towering structure and vine covered stone walls, it looked eerily like a modern day castle. And a castle was no place for Alex, she was not a princess.

"What, no mote?" she whispered to herself.

Alex got out of the car. Any other girl would have cover their head or run to the door in fear of the sprinkle of rain frizzing their hair, but Alex shut the door and took in her surroundings of her new home.

No, she told herself. This is not my home. This is temporary.

"Come on, Alex, it's raining."

Alex looked over at her father. He was standing at the back of the car, trunk open, holding one of her suitcases over his head. He was the kind of man that spent hours in front of the mirror making sure every piece of hair was perfect. Alex rolled her eyes and hauled the remaining suitcases and box from the trunk and slammed it shut.

"Hey, careful with the car," Robert snapped. He led the way down the paved sidewalk and Alex followed taking in her surroundings. The yard was perfectly cut and the trees and bushes had not one leaf out of place. They entered the house without knocking and Alex set down her luggage, feeling her arms burning from the weight.

Inside was not any less magnificent different from the outside. The high ceiling of the foyer was a dozen feet up and the staircase wrapped up both of the sides of the room then reconnected at the middle where it led to the second floor. The furniture in the next room was crisp and clean, as if no one had dared to seat on the cream fabric in fear of dirtying it up. If she were to swipe a finger across the top of any surface, it was sure to come up sqeeky clean.

Wow, Alex thought with raised eyebrows.

"You will follow every rule your aunt gives to you," Robert was saying. "Do you hear me?"

"Crystal clear, Robert." Alex turned then, hearing a sound of heels clicking on the marble floors. She hadn't seen her aunt in over a decade and looking down the hallway she half expected to see a stiff old lady with strict, dark eyes like her father. But the woman walking toward them was no more than forty-years old with long dark brown hair and warm honey eyes. Those eyes went to Alex and Alex felt her defenses go up immediately. Her aunt may not look like her father but Alex was definitely prepared for the judgmental comments and disapproving stares.

But the woman's face lit up in a friendly smile and Alex saw nothing of her father in his sister's features. When she spoke her voice was light and smooth like honey; not an ounce of judgment in her tone. "Alexis, look how you've grown," she said. "You're a beautiful young lady. You look just like your mother."

Alex was too stunned by the tremendous difference between Robert and this woman that she found herself speechless. It was like night and day between the two. Her father was cold, stiff and unemotional while her aunt was warm, caring and laidback, she could tell just within a few seconds in her presence.

She had almost forgotten the reason she was there. Almost. This woman was going to be the one who was going to force her to keep her curfew and be down her throat making sure she did all of her homework and handed it in on time. Alex was sure her aunt would monitor the friends she made while in Ipswich, too.

Alex crossed her arms tightly over her chest defensively and frowned.

"God, it's been so long since I've seen you," her aunt continued, oblivious to Alex's scowl. "I'm not sure if you even remember me, I'm Blair." She turned to her brother then and smiled, though it wasn't as warm as the one she'd given Alex. "Robert, I know you're in a hurry. She'll be fine with me."

A hasty goodbye was the only thing her father gave her before rushing out the door, phone to his ear. As her aunt Blair helped her with her bags and headed upstairs, Alex could see Robert's car speed down the driveway. She was glad to see him go. Blair then led her down a long hallway with two bay windows; doors lined the hall but it wasn't until they reached the end that they stopped.

Aunt Blair pushed the door open and stepped to the side, allowing Alex by.

"There's a bathroom attached," Blair said, pointing to the corner of the room where a door stood closed. "I'll be in my room downstairs if you need me." With that she left, leaving Alex to herself and her thoughts.

Thankful for the time alone, Alex's gaze wandered around the room. It was large room, twice as big as her old room in Chicago. The dresser, cabinet, nightstands on either side of the four poster bed were all made of oak. Mounted on the wall across from the bed hung a flat screen TV almost as big her own bay window.

Alex let out a breath of air through her lips. Everything here was expensive, roomy as if a professional designer had personally come and decorated each room. But as luxurious as it was it wasn't home.

She plopped down on the bed and fell onto her back, feeling a surprising comfort as soon as she hit the mattress. Alex blinked in surprise as she focused on the ceiling above her. She felt herself grin in disbelief. Even the ceiling had little intricate designs that, after taking a second glance, matched her black and cream bedspread perfectly.

Her mind raced as she lay there, thinking over what all had happened in the past few weeks. Weeks. Time had really flown by, she thought with an achy heart. She missed home, her life, her friends…her thoughts came to a sudden halt as if a brick wall had purposefully stopped her from thinking any further. It hurt too much.

She didn't realize how tired she was until she closed her eyes and found herself unable to open them back up. She didn't fight as she drifted into a restless sleep.

The next morning she woke up to the smell of bacon and her stomach rumbled hungrily. She sat up and looked around the room, almost forgetting where she was. With a sigh she pulled the blankets off of her and swung her legs over the edge. The floor under her feet was unexpectedly warm. Probably heated floors, Alex thought with an amused grin.

She went to her bags, wanting to get started on unpacking and grabbed a pile of clothes, walked to the dresser. But when she opened one of the drawers, her stomach tightened. Clothes had already been put in there, folded neatly and colored coded. A shot of annoyance had her running across the room to the walk-in closet. More clothes, expensive looking and more than she had ever seen in her entire life hung loosely on white hangers. Shoes of all different types were set neatly on the floor; designer shoes, she noted in irritation. Gym shoes, sandals, flats and heels.

She snatched a pair of expensive jeans from one of the shelves and darted down the stairs in search of her aunt, though following the delicious smell it wasn't a hard thing to do. Alex pushed the door to the kitchen open to find her aunt placing a plate of bacon on the table which was already full of eggs.

"What's this?" Alex called, holding up the jeans.

Blair looked up and her eyes went to the article of clothing tangling from her niece's fingers. "A pair of jeans it looks like," she answered simply as she went to the stove.

Alex's eyes narrowed. "You may be doing my dad a favor by buying me a closet full of clothes but I don't need them, I have my own clothes I brought from home, my real home. If you think that by buying me a shit load of clothes is going to make me like you, you're insane."

Breathing heavy, Alex watched her aunt turn to face her. She was surprised to see a slight look of amusement on her features. "Alex, I'm not trying to buy your love if that's what you're thinking. I just thought, you know since you're going to a new school that you'd want new clothes as well. Kids here in Ipswich can be a little… judgmental."

"I don't care what others think of me," she replied in a clipped tone.

"I'm sorry, Alex. I should have guessed you didn't care." Blair gave a small smile. "Are you hungry? I made breakfast."

Alex stood there, staring at her aunt, her anger depleted. She expected more of an argument, not an apology. "No," she lied, and just at the moment her stomach growled loudly. She shifted her stance uncomfortably and let the jeans fall down to her side.

An awkward silence fell over them though Blair didn't seemed to feel it at all. Alex watched her aunt for a few more moments feeling self-conscious, a feeling she wasn't used to, a feeling she didn't like. So before she let the feeling get to her too much she turned on her heels to leave.

"Oh, Alex?"

Alex looked over her shoulder to see Blair leaning against the marble countertop of the island, her hands clasped together in front of her. "There's one more thing I have bought you and you can say no if you want to," she added quickly seeing Alex open her mouth to protest. "But wait until you see it before you give a final answer, okay?"

Alex raised an eyebrow suspiciously but followed Blair to the back door and out onto the deck. The wood was stained dark and in the corner sat a large hot tub, it's hot water could be heard bubbling as they passed and headed around the side of the house where a small garden was placed. It wasn't exactly a clear day but it wasn't raining either. At least not at the moment. The soft breeze of October was chilly and blew her blonde hair off her shoulders and into her face. Alex brushed it away absently just as they made it to the garage door.

Blair stopped with her hand on the doorknob and turned to Alex. "Did your father ever tell you that I looked at your mother as a sister?"

"No," Alex answered, taken aback. "Robert and I barely talked before this past year."

A sad look crossed Blair's face as her gaze found the ground then Alex's face again. "Before your mother died we would talk for hours at a time," she said, tears in her eyes. "She told me once about this crazy idea you'd come up with. You had just started to drive and she told me you wanted a motorcycle, that it was your dream car so to speak."

Alex listened, her throat closing tightly from the tears she fought to keep at bay. Blair's tears fell freely leaving wet trails down her cheeks.

"You look so much like her. Her eyes especially." Blair wiped at her eyes and cleared her throat. "So, anyways like I said before if you don't want to keep what I show you, I can always have it returned."

With that she opened the door and stepped inside.

Alex stepped in behind her and gasped. Sitting there in the middle of the garage looking as if it belonged in a showroom was a 848 Ducati motorcycle. Eyes wide with disbelief Alex went to it and ran her fingertips across it's glossy frame. It was beautiful and it was the exact color she would have chosen if she had picked it out herself. Red, flashy and eye-catching.

"Do you like it?"

Alex snatched her hand away, almost forgetting her aunt was there with her for a moment. She stared at her father's sister, unable to find words. It hadn't even been a day since her arrival in Ipswich yet Alex could already tell that her aunt was nothing like Robert, in any aspect.

"If you don't want it I understand," Blair said, looking slightly nervous. "I just thought you needed something to get around on."

"This is a 848 Ducati," Alex said breathlessly. "Do you know how expensive they are?"

"Yes, I do know as I was the one who purchased it." There was laughter in her eyes. "Think of it as an early birthday gift from me."

Alex let out a single laugh. "I can't let you do that, it's too expensive. I'm going to pay you back."

Learning how stubborn her niece was, Blair gave a nod and shrugged her shoulders. "If that's what you want. But I don't want your money. The money you earn here once you get a job is yours. You can pay me back by helping around the house, keeping up with your homework and staying out of trouble." Her warm eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't think that I won't take it away if you break one of the rules. You will have a curfew. You are under my roof and I have the right to ground you."

If Blair hadn't just practically handed her the motorcycle of her dreams on a silver platter, Alex would have broken one of her stupid rules right then and there. She didn't like being told what to do anymore than she liked being threatened, and Blair had just done both.

So biting back the smart-ass reply that rested on the tip of her tongue, Alex instead nodded stiffly. Her gaze returned hungrily to motorcycle and wanted so bad to jump on it and speed down the street, letting the cool Fall air break across her face.

"It's beautiful, really. Thank you," she said uneasily. Then as an after-thought she added, "My mom would have loved it."

And her mother would have loved it, if she were alive. But she wasn't. If she were, Alex wouldn't be here, in a new town, with her unloving father leaving her in the care of her emotional aunt.

AUTHOR"S NOTE: Okay, so there was the first chapter to my new story Corrupted! I'm sorry to those who were hoping for another story of Four by Four and Generation of Five, I would have love to continue it but I felt like it was time for it to end. I'm super excited to see how this one goes and what you all think! If you're hesitating about it or iffy, please give it a chance! You won't regret it! I already have to second chapter in works. ;)

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