A/N: Heya guys, hope you like the story enough to read more. Note: This story is post AHBL and goes AU from there ok. Oh and yeah Bela will turn up eventually. Yeah I just want to make that known so I don't confuse myself in the process of writing this story. Now I'm just gonna shut up so people can read. On with the story.
Misrepresented Truths
Chapter 2
I walked in the house feeling renewed, gym always helps me blow off steam and I was so close to putting Lindsey in the hospital instead of Brock this time. I got in trouble from my teacher and I was sent to the principal's office, lame place to be if you know what I mean, but I blew that off and left the school grounds. It's not like I'm gonna get into trouble for it later, the whole faculty knows me pretty well and the principal usually sends me home anyway, saying that he will talk to my mother… ha, that'll never happen. I drop my schoolbag on the kitchen floor and head towards the fridge, not even bothering to read the note on the counter, and grab a beer that mom never really notices disappearing and crack open the bottle and head to my room. After all, that is where I keep all my electronic stuff, so when I open the door and land on my bed I turn on my TV and start my newest DVD. My homework will never be done before tomorrow morning so I leave it downstairs and fall asleep watching some new movie that I picked out of my collection.
I woke up to see the TV screen a bright blue, man that would give anybody a heart attack, and I look at the clock to see that it's 9:30 or somewhere around that time. I walk towards the bathroom in the hall and grab a few things from the cupboard below the sink and place it on the toilet seat before I stand back up. I take all the stuff out of the box and cover my hands in plastic gloves. It's hair dye… no big deal, I'm not gonna dye my whole head or anything, just a chunk on the right front side. My mom would totally flip if she knew I was doing this, not like she'd ever see it anyway; she just didn't want me "changing the color of my hair" she wanted me to keep my natural color… somehow it reminded her of dad. I don't know that's just what she use to tell me… even if it didn't make a lick of sense to me. I coated my chunk of hair in the dye and walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs to get some chow on the stove so I would be able to eat and go. There was this party at Carmen's house and she totally said she'd kill me if I didn't go… she wouldn't be able to do that anyway but what the hell.
I decided to go with Mac 'n' Cheese, I don't really know what would happen, but I would be able to live off the stuff if I could. So I went ahead with making that and when I had to I left it on the stove, on a low heat, and went to grab a shower so I could wash out my hair. After I did that I pulled on my robe and went back downstairs to both finish making and eat my dinner. It was good, not my best serving of Mac 'n' Cheese but I could deal, when I was putting dishes in the dishwasher I noticed keys on the island… beside a piece of paper. I picked up the keys and stared at the note, deciding to read that when I came back downstairs.
I ran back up to my room and pretty much threw open my closet looking through what I had to wear. I was no girly girl but I was just enough of a girl to get guys to notice me. I decided to wear my most prized pair of red leather pants and a black tube top that somehow had sleeves, I don't honestly know how that works, and over that was a white vest with my personal touch. My normally straight hair was curled with perfection as black liner surrounded my eyes, same as some red eye shadow… and the final touch made my lips pop, it wasn't a bright red but it was close enough. I pulled on a pair of black strappy heels that I bought on sale at the latest shoe store, unlike my usual combat boots that I loved. I was just feeling different tonight, I just wanted to show off a sexier side of myself; instead of the normal hard ass 'touch me and die' thing that everybody says I got going on, and it's true I don't normally let people close to me other than Carmen and Nick. I know… hard to believe right, Madeline Nicole Winchester has multiple sides, don't faint because of shock.
Grabbing my purse I ran downstairs and out the door… knowing that I forgot about something and not realizing what it was. I reached the sidewalk and started to walk the few blocks that it normally takes to reach Carm's house, and I bump into Nick on the way. He's my next door neighbor what do you expect?
"Holy fucking shit Maddie, what happened to you? Closet attack you or something?" he asked. Such a sense of humor I could slap that smirk right off his face.
"Just walk, ass face" I reply, not like we're straying away form our normal routine, we always do this… every single party only this time I'm dressed totally different.
It took about 10 minutes to finally get there, and then Nick ran off to go find Carmen and I just walked up the path and through the front door without caring that everybody's eyes were on me. I grab a beer bottle from the fridge and find an empty couch to go sit and when I do finally sit, I just ignore the guys that come to sit by me until they finally go away. I can't remember when Carmen pulled me up off the couch and sat me down at a round table and told me that she wanted me to join a game.
"What game?" I ask, I somehow hope it's poker but am sorely disappointed when Carmen answers my question.
"I Never" oh god I hate this game, you know where you go around the circle saying things you've never done and if someone has they drink, crap I've probably done everything in the fucking book.
And I have, no one can think of anything good… nothing that I haven't done anyway. Just think about it, everything I haven't done, they haven't even come close to thinking about. I somehow lose track of the number of drinks I have had. Let's see what I know: 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9; oh I can't remember.
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I wake up on the pull out couch in Carmen's living room and I can't even try and think of standing up… my head hurts like a bitch. What the hell happened to me? I don't remember getting drunk but somehow I wake up with a hangover from Hell. Sitting up I try to contain my nausea from coming back to bite me in the ass. I groan as I become very dizzy while standing up… where the hell is the bathroom? I hear someone yelling in the distance, coming closer, and grab my head to try make the loud noise stop but it doesn't… whoever they are, they're yelling my name and it's pissing me off.
"Stop yelling" I cry as as I shut my eyes really tight and try to stop the room from spinning.
"What are you talking about? I'm not yelling," comes the voice of Carmen's mother, oh crap I'm screwed over… parental figures that I know don't like it when I get drunk… and especially when I'm about to puke on their floor.
"Mom, leave her alone, she is suffering from a hangover… a really big one" came Carm's voice, like she was talking in a normal voice.
"Ugh," I groan as I feel my stomach flip upside down and back again over and over.
"Come on Maddie, I got what you need… your own personal hangover solution" I heard Carmen whisper.
"What's that?" that's it I'm never drinking again.
"I large greasy burger with your name on it… and a large cup of coffee,"
Oh thank god, my head still hurts but my stomach will finally stop flipping upside down, you can't beat burgers, they can cure my hangovers any day of the week.
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When I get home, hangover free, I notice a car in the driveway… that's weird mom left yesterday when I was at school and as far as I know I don't have people over. So what's with the car… it's was a black 1969 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500. Her mom didn't have enough money to buy that car, or I don't think so, but dear god was that car a beauty. I ran into the house to see what the hell was going on and stopped in the kitchen, where the keys and the note were from last night. I fingered the keys with my forefinger and picked up the note and sat in the chair by the phone and started to read aloud.
Dear Madeline,
I'm writing this note to say that I've gone on a hunt, but this isn't like normal. After this hunt I won't be coming home, I've called your Uncle Sam to let him know that I'm leaving and that he should come by and pick you up. Not everything will be easy, getting yourself used to the new lifestyle will be difficult and leaving your friends behind is what I fear will be the hardest. I'm sorry I have to leave you now but I just have no choice, you must learn to be on your own now then later. Many surprises are in store for you in the long run and after you realize what they are you may hate me. But I must go, so you can accept the fact that I will not be coming home now and you also must know that your grandpa John… is dead. He died saving the life of his son, a year ago actually. Just know that I will always love you my baby girl and that you will always have a home to stay. Since I'm giving the home you're in now to you.
Love Always,
Your Mother
PS: The car in the driveway is yours, consider it an early birthday present.
Ok that was a whole load of information to take in at once. So let's count them down: 1. Mom isn't coming home, basically she is leaving me, great just what I freakin' need more abandonment issues, 2. my grandpa is dead, well no present for me this year, 3. I was gonna have to leave my friends and live on the road, 4. I was going to meet Uncle Sam, and 5. the Mustang Shelby was mine.
My mom never was one to sugar cat anything, it was always bad news first and then on with the show everybody. And my mo was never coming home… AS IN NEVER AGAIN. Jesus Christ I need a fucking therapist to sort through all my family problems. I'm 18 tomorrow and she decides to throw me in this now, holy fucking shit. My dad's already dead, now my grandpa's dead, my mom has abandoned me, and I'm now going to meet my Uncle… who I've never met before. He might as well be a stranger, I mean who knows he might be a psycho…. No one has really talked about him to me before. Well that's not true, grandpa's said some things, but he never really told me about him.
I'm screwed, not only do I have to leave the only home I've only known I have to do it with a guy that I've never met. I stand up and grab the car keys from the counter and stomp out of the house to my brand new Shelby. Unlocking the car, I jump into the driver's seat and start her up. I'll take my frustrations out on the road… yeah that's what I'll do.
No one can stop me when I'm this angry, and by god it's possible that I might get myself killed. But why the hell would I care? Not like I've got anyone to stop me anyway.
A/N: Well there ya go. Hope you like it. Now all you need to do is press that little button at the bottom and say what you want, compliments, suggestions, things I can do to make my stories better. Anything you got I'll take. Review please… I need them, I crave them, I will lose my sanity without them.
