My dream was like it always was . . Agonizing, and loud.
I was in complete darkness. As if I was sitting in an abyss, I heard Charlies voice all around me. "You are an unworthy daughter of the Swan line!" he barked. I cringed. "You deserve no better than to live with the rats in the sewers! Wich is where you will be if you keep up you're snarky additude! You and you're two sisters!" He kept going on . . . and on . . I lost it then. I banished the dream as if I was flicking the channel on the TV when he mentioned my sisters. I didn't go for that . . They deserved better than what this guy had to offer.
I woke up at about 2 A.M . . I stared at the cieling before my sister Ellyn rolled over and sat up in her bed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What the hell sis?" She said, yawning. "You woke me up . . " she said.
I looked at her . . "Sorry, the uh . . nightmares came back." I cringed again. Even though we were triplets, and all 13,Ellyn was the oldest, I was the youngest, and Lirrie was the middle child. "Aww, sorry hun . . ." she said. She came over and hugged me, picking me up and putting me onto her lap and rocked me gently. I ended up bobbing back to sleep again before I heard the door burst open.
"WAKE UP YOU UNGRATEFULL RATS!" Charlie boomed. He was hitting a pot with a spoon, making enouph noise to rouse the dead . . I looked up, jumping out of bed as Ellyn stood up. I forgot how tall she was for her age. She stood with pride, as did Lirrie and me. We weren't about to bow down to him. "Yes, sir." we all said. Charlie used to be in the military but they kicked him out for being too brutal . . (wich, I can't believe but that's what he says . . )
I got dressed in my normal pair-of-shorts-and-a-T-Shirt. And a pair of sneakers while I did my hair in a pony tail. Ellyn wore the shorts with the knee-high black leather boots she got. They had these belts on them that held spikes . . She looked gothic but she looked nice. She wore this spaghetti-strapped shirt that was a bit deep-chested but it had lace on it, it showed off her breasts and waist but she had the brutality to back up the outfit incase a boy made a pass, she brushed her hair and it came down to her mid-thigh . . scarlet at the ends, she loved that color.
Lirrie wore this broom-skirt that showed off how pretty she walked, she put on gladiator sandals and a white undershirt, putting a blue jacket on over it.. She didnt bother brushing her hair because it would just turn out as curly as it did when she just woke up, the difference was it looked nice when she didn't brush it because she had jet-black hair, being more native than the rest of us. Thank goodness me and Ellyn had the Irish side. Actually . . I was more Dutch . .
Now I know what you're thinking, 'How can you hate you're father so much when he bought you all those nice clothes?' but no, that's not how it worked. Me and my two sisters scrounged for weeks for our clothes. Our father just happened to work us half to death and pay for our schooling. So we "owed" him.
We walked to school hand-in-hand. We were closer together than most because we had been through so much and learned to depend on one another, so we were soul-sisters in many different ways.
Ellyn chewed on her nail . . well . . not so much as her nail but the skin around her nail, that's how she relieved stress, that and keeping her posture perfectly straight. Lirrie stood still as a statue when we got into the middle-school building.
Ellyn's grip tightened on our hands as we passed our local bullies (Adrianna, Tashtianna, Jakiam . . . )
And me and Lirrie knew we had to back her up. We all knew about the local rumors going around the school rather than the town. Every new kid that came they were told that all three of us were sluts and whores. Of course, the parents didn't believe that. Much less the parents at the police station where Charlie worked now, they'd say something and arrest him, too. If he wasn't the Cheif . . We walked by them standing straight. We heard Tashtianna sigh and we almost saw her look at us as though we were the school scum. Ellyn was the one to react.
She whipped around with the dexterity of a Puma. Her black hair swirled around her, showing off her beautiful brown eyes. "If you do not like what you see . . " She said, cold as ice. "Then do not look at all."
Tashtianna walked over to her, taller than Ellyn by about an inch. "Shut up before I box you in ya face." she said. Ellyn looked up. "One would have to go to a bowling alley to meet someone of you're stature." Lirrie got tense, ready to defend Ellyn when she needed it. Jakiam laughed, "Leave the moron alone, Tashtianna, she ain't worth ya time." he said.
I looked at him. "You keep you're mouth shut if you know what's good for you." I said.
I was just as surprised as Lirrie that I said that. Tashtianna tried to pick up Ellyn by the scruff of her shirt but Ellyn grabbed her hand and held it just inches from the collar of her shirt. "I dare you." she said. Tashtianna snapped her hand back, figuring out Ellyn wasn't using her full strength. Tashtianna walked off, aware she just embarassed herself.
Ellyn turned around. Now viewing the audience behind them. She said nothing and walked us to the right class, Gym . .