JD:So this is going to be the start of the Finding Family Set. I know I have them on other page still but they are going to be changed and moved. I own NOTHING. Most of the OCs don't even belong to me.
Sparky:No money from this. Now let's start the story!
JD: This takes place in 2002!
JD: Going over old chapters, fixing them, etc.
3/13/15
Finding Family
Beautiful Tree
i: My-ra
"Whatever is wrong, Myra, I'm sure your family would understand." The therapist doesn't get it, nobody does. Very few can understand this teenager's problems.
"You don't understand!" She cried out. Tears hot and they burn her eyes wanting to escape. She won't let them fall. She will make herself look stronger than what she feels.
"Try opening up to them." The man with balding head and glasses that looks way to thick to be possible to see through, but apparently is.
'This guy is so full of shit. He won't listen to me. He just thinks I'm like every other over emotional teenage girl out there.' She was debating to just up and leave, or staying through whole section.
Myra's problem started the night she was raped. The night when her step-mother's "friend" came in her room. He screamed like a girl when it happen. She doesn't blame him. He called her a freak, monster, and even the most hurtful, mutant. She doesn't hate them like her father but now she is one she feels isolated because who her father is.
"Your father is head of Friends of Humanity, then you try to tell him you are one of the things he most hate." She mumble, under her breath, as she start to get up.
"What was that, Myra?" The idiot look up from his files, to her. Her dirty blond hair in fluffy waves around her head.
She pull the pony tail she started with down, as she turn to face the supposedly doctor again. "I asked if I can leave now?" She lied. He motioned her to leave. As she was walking away she pulled her jacket down from hanger putting it on.
'I love daddy but how will he feel to finding out I'm what he hates? He fears nothing. His hatred of mutants is what drives him.' She really does feel alone. In a way she is besides her one friend, if you can count him as a friend. She does. 'I am his baby girl. He would do anything for me but will he still love me when he finds out? No, he won't. He'll say I'm dead, if he doesn't kill me himself.' She decided, as she walked out of the building. She isn't paying attention to her surroundings again. 'Graydon Creed is not one to piss off. Fastest way to piss him off is to tell him you're a mutant. How can I tell him?' She asked herself without speaking it out loud.
People are running around outside. She can see them, now, as they move from one area to another trying to catch her dad and herself. "Miss Creed, a picture with your father please?" A woman in a business suit ask, as she waved a camera in her hand. Myra forced a smile walking over to her dad. He's tall with dirty blond hair like her own. He keeps it comb back normally, as she keeps her wild.
Snap.
The flash was so bright.
The flash was probably be the last safe one she'll get for a while.
This is all she'll give for now.
A fake smile.
A fake hatred for her own kind.
All she can do to survive.
An old man stood in front of back seat door of a black -almost- limo car. "Myra, what did the therapist say?" Her only friend, the driver, ask. He's an older man with worn down body. His name is Joseph, because his family was very religious and Joseph was their favorite passage, the story about the son of Jacob. Something about a coat and being sold to slavery.
He knows about her mutation, but doesn't care. He actually helps her hide it, and lets her rant to him when she needs to. He keeps her on the ground when she have no where else to go. No one else to turn to.
"More bull." She answer watching her dad talk to the press. "That I should tell them my secret."
"Dangerous game, My-my." He spoke to her softly, like a grandfather would. She turn to look to his worried face.
His wrinkles everywhere and old worn down brown eyes watched her carefully. 'He's getting to old to do this job, but he refuse to leave me.' She inertly groan.
"I know." She sigh closing her eyes leaning back on the leather seat as he watched her from the rear-view mirror.
After her father finish talking to the press, he came to the car. Joseph got out of the car and open the door for him, like normal. He sat down beside Myra, then roll up the privacy glass between Joseph and them. "How was your session?" He asked, calmly. She know better, there is a storm brewing inside of him.
"Can I get a new therapist?" She asked, softly. "This one makes me uncomfortable." It's not a lie. She doesn't feel comfortable around him.
Graydon had to bite back a remark, knowing he is speaking to his daughter, not a slave. "Myra." He growl, between grinding teeth.
She knew she had to defend herself, fast. "He doesn't listen to me only look at his files and gives me crap, that is just annoying and not helpful." She answered him, fully.
"Have you still been keeping an eye on your step-mother?" He asked, coldly. She slightly shiver at the tone. He's changing subjects, which is always bad. He's mad at her. She still can remember when he was nice and friendly, fun to be around. They weren't rich like they are now, but they were never poor.
"Yes." She answer, simply, looking out the window.
"And?" He growl at her. Part of her wish her mother never died, because he was happy. He hated mutants, but he wasn't trying to kill them like animals back then.
"She's still sneaking around with other men." She said, fast, trying to get his wrath away from her direction. She can tell it worked.
He bit back a growl and softly grip the leather seats. His sharp nails left marks, but didn't rip the leather. He doesn't love her, but using her for her family's money. She, Myra, know that for a fact. Myra also know he is so angry about it, because if she gets caught using drugs, drinking, and sleeping around it will make him look bad.
Myra looked out the window, watching everything pass by in a blur. After Joseph pull up to their small mansion, Joseph got out and around the car opening the door for her dad. With that he left. Joseph turn to her and she let out a breath, she didn't realize she was holding in.
"Be careful, My-my." He said, sternly, before getting back in to the car to pull it around to the garage.
Myra took a deep breath, and went inside. She went straight up to the living room and enter, seeing no one so she bolt down the hallway to the other side. Once she got to the one place she knows she can always hide safely, she slipped in the purple door.
It's her room. She got to her bed and made it look like someone laying down and she went in to the closet. Pulling herself tightly between the wall and the dresser that's in the closet. No one can see her unless they are looking for her. That's how she likes it.
She slowly fell asleep and didn't wake up till the next day, when her alarmed went off. She got up slowly and looked out the door, to see no one in her room. She quickly ran across the room and shut off her alarm, before she grab some clothes and went to her personal bathroom. She has to get ready for the day, as she did she looked down to her uniform and scoffs at it. She hates it more than anything but she has to wear it.
Myra turned to her mirror and softly touch the sore spot on her neck. She forgot to get her spare pillow down when she fell asleep. Messaging it, as she picked up her backpack and her eyes landed on herself in the body length mirror. "I have to admit, I look nothing like Myra Lorilai Creed." She said, to herself, frowning. The skirt she has to wear she calls trampy. No wonder she has to hide from everyone, if they think she wears this willingly. She hates this uniform so much.
The skirt is mid thigh and if she turns to fast or have to pick something off the floor, it shows her underwear. It's black and white checkered, which she hates in general. The shirt is a nearly no sleeved white button up shirt with collar. There is also a jacket for the colder months, she never wears it. Her shoes are black dress shoes, that are heeled of course. "My-Ray it's time for school!" Her step mother screamed.
"My-Ra not My-Ray not M-Ray it's MY-RA!" She screamed, aggravated. Her dad would just roll his eyes, because she is always telling the cheating scum her name. "It's been five years and this woman can't get my name right still." She grumble, as she walked out of her room and quickly went to the kitchen, where Joseph is already there.
She start to go for the food that Joseph set out for her. "Now, M-Ray, you can't eat that." The step-mother said, coming out of the next room and slapping Myra's hand away. "You will get fat and ugly if you eat that." She scoffs, at the girl. "You must eat this." She said, handing Myra a protein bar that Myra just glance at the wrapper, before storming off. "No young lady such as yourself should storm off!" She screamed, at the girl, her black hair flying everywhere as her blue eyes zone in on the girl. Her eyes are slightly glazed, so Myra knows she's on something.
She got in the car, after Joseph open the door for her. She tossed the protein bar across the car and Joseph waited. "You should eat something. I know you don't eat at night and you try to skip school meals." He said, in a worried, but knowing voice.
Myra shook her head. "My-my, please, for me." He said. She smiled to the older man, as his nose wrinkle. Her amber-brown eyes sparkle, as he smiled more with knowing her answer. He drove out and he kept driving though in same direction as her school. He did make a turn, he isn't suppose to make. A small family ran restaurants there. He pulled up in to a parking space and stepped out. Myra beat him to her door and jumped out smiling up to him.
He smiled back, as they went to the door and went inside. The woman in the kitchen saw them, and called out. "Myra!" Myra couldn't help but smile. "Usual?" She asked, as she went back to cooking something.
"Yes, please, Miss Clearance." She said, in a happy voice that wasn't forced for once.
Clearance smiled, nodding her head. After a few minutes, a girl about Myra's age came out with a plate. "Eggs, bacon, sausage, wrapped in pancake shell and has cheese on it with syrup in it." She said, as she put the plate down. The girl is wearing a local school uniform, unlike the prep school uniform that Myra is wearing. "Wish you could talk your dad in to letting you go to my school." She said, sitting down beside her friend as she ate. "Mrs Creed wouldn't let you eat at home again?"
Myra swallow and nod her head. "Yeah, said that having eggs and bacon is bad for me. I was going to get fat and ugly." She answer, as she went back to eating.
The girl shook her head, as she looked up to Myra and then smiled more so. "Well, I should get to the corner before I miss my bus. Love you, Grandpa, see you later, Miss Clearance! Mom!" She called back to the kitchen, and another woman stuck her head out. They both have the same eyes as Joseph. They are Joseph's daughter and his granddaughter.
"Have a good day at school." Joseph told her, warmly, as she ran out. After Myra finished her food, her and Joseph went back in to the car and he drove her rest of the way to school.
Myra jumped out of the car and ran up the steps, as the bell rang. She got in to her class and slowed down just barely enough, trying to get her breath back. She sat down in her seat, and quietly tried to work the work that has to be done. "Miss Creed." The teacher called for her, and she looks up. "Please go to the office. Someone is there to see you." He said, without looking up from the note.
Myra got up and walked out to the office. She stopped halfway there and saw that the man in there was her dad. Panic slightly risen inside of her. 'What if he found out what I am?' she though. She felt like she was about to throw up.
She pushed the thought down and walked in to the office. "Myra, get your things and go out to the car." He said, not even really looking at her. He had to just got out of a business meeting. That is the only time he ever takes her out of school, if it was an important business meeting.
She walked fast back to the classroom, grabbing her bag and pushed everything in to it. "I'm being checked out." She told the teacher, as she walked out in a rush, but trying not to let the skirt come up.
She got out of the school building, she saw her dad beside an older make of a car. "Had a good meeting today." He said, with an accomplish grin.
Myra's breath caught in her throat. "The Sentinels Project was accepted?" She feared this day. His grin grew wider, as he mistaken her fear for something else.
He put his hands on her shoulders. "You are relieved, as am I. We will finally be protected like how we should. Those freaks locked up or dead, can't get us humans." Myra felt disgusted of herself. She can't believe she is related to him. If only he knew she was a mutant, than maybe he wouldn't do this. That's a dream, nothing more.
"Dad, I'm not feeling so good." She said, covering her stomach. He narrow his eyes at her. She had to come up with something fast. "I am happy for the Sentinels Project, just I am not feeling good. Can we go home and I sleep this off?" She asked, sweetly.
He nod his head, but didn't look to pleased about this. As soon as we drove up to the mansion, she got out of the car and bolted up the steps. Once inside she knew all she had to do was get to her room, then safe. She kept telling herself that. When she open her door sitting on her bed is her step-mother. "You no good bitch." She growled out. Her glazed over eyes glared at her and her black hair is wild. "Ungrateful little girl." She growled, standing up.
She turn and start to walk away. The woman as beautiful as she once was is nothing now. She destroyed herself. Myra started to walk away, but the woman caught her hair and pulled. "Daddy!" Myra screamed, on top of her lungs.
She felt the slap and being pushed down. Closing her eyes tightly, she heard her father's roar of anger. He sounds almost like a lion when he is this furious. Myra open her eyes and saw her dad has her step-mother hanging off the wall. His hand is tightly around her throat.
She knows of his tempter and how to avoid being hurt by him. He's not an abuser, or at least she doesn't honestly believe he is. "Don't. You. Ever. Touch. My. Daughter." He growl out, slowly. Myra and her step mother both can hear the underline promises he haven't spoken.
Myra got up slowly and looked up to her father. Dark roots, blond hair, comb back in a low pony-tail. He is scary, but in a way he is trying to protect her from everything. "She. Lies." Her step-mother gasped out.
This made Graydon even more mad and move his arm up making her turn slightly darker needing air. Her foot good off the ground. "Don't ever touch MY DAUGHTER!" He roar out. She was barely able to nod, before dropping her. "Go pack." He said, not even looking at Myra who ran in to her room.
Tossing a suitcase on to her bed, she quickly ran around the room and push things in to it. With a suitcase full zipped up and everything she needs packed, she glance around her room. He attacked the vile woman to protect her. She knows this means something bad is going to happen.
"My-My?" Joseph came in to her room. "Your father wants me to help you put your suitcases in to the car." He took the bag and softly touch her cheek. "She really hit you." He mumble. Myra nod her head and felt the tears burn her eyes. "Hey now, no crying."
She rub her eyes, then forced a smile, but she couldn't smile. "Something bad is about to happen to her isn't it?" She asked, softly. "She wasn't always a drug-user. She was once smart and pretty. She was nice even." She said.
Joseph put his arm around her shoulders and pulled the girl into him. "I know." He said, in to her. When he was sure her breathing was normal, he picked up her bags and walked out with them. She looked around her room again, as she picked up her last bag.
Inside the limo they drove. Joseph just followed Graydon's directions. They pulled up in to the woods and then to a cabin. "We are going to be staying here for a few nights." He said, as he got out. "Think of this as a vacation."
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