Warning: Contains mature themes. Let's face it. You're on Twilight fanfiction. This story? It isn't what you are looking for. I was just bored, and have to find ways for my sadistic tendencies to not be too destructive. Anyway, most of you aren't old enough to read this, so just head on back a different direction.
Consider yourself warned.
"No mom, I don't even know what happened. She smiled at me, started to say something, then-" Cynthia cut off. I was either alive, or in hell. I hurt all over, and as I thought about where exactly I hurt most it all came flooding back to me.
"Don't try anything, I know you're awake." That bastard. How the hell had Jasper known? I must have moved, or unconsciously grimaced at the sound of Cynthia's voice. On the other hand, since all I had so far was pain and those two, it might still be hell.
"I don't know, mom. I think someone said she was dropping ex with- yes, ecstasy, mom. Yeah, and then she fell down the stairs." I opened my eyes as I heard her, realizing what was going on. I struggled to sit up, but a hand was pinning my chest. I finally opened my eyes and it didn't do any good until I blinked a few times. Yeah, it was fucking Jasper leaning on me. No, fucking groping me. Where the fuck were my clothes?
"I'm guh-" I coughed, cutting myself off. "I'm going to-"
Jasper stuffed something in my mouth. Small and fuzzy against my already dry tongue, I tried to swallow and ended up gagging.
"Idiot," muttered Jasper, pulling it out and replacing it in my mouth. I recognized the remains of the underwear I had worn to the party as he did, and immediately swung at him. It didn't even phase him. The floor is a shitty place to try to hit people from. Or maybe he did notice, because his free hand calmly started pinching my hand between my thumb and index finger. It didn't even make it hurt that much worse, he was just adding insult to injury. I was going to kill him.
"Mom, Jasper will drive us home, you can check her out in a few minutes." Jasper leaned down until our cheeks touched as Cynthia finished the call.
"I know," he whispered. I shivered as his breath hit my ear and tried to kick him this time.
"Bye mom." She finally snapped the phone shut. She groaned, yanking at her hair, before turning to face us. While she did Jasper pulled my underwear out of my mouth, and tossed it under his bed. God, we were still in the fucking room where he raped me.
"I'm going to kill you!" I shouted as soon as my mouth was working.
"For what?" demanded Cynthia. "He found you fucking some guy in his room, so high that you were blacked out. We spent the last few hours watching you, making sure you didn't die. Jesus, Alice, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
This had to be a fucking joke. I spent my free time making her life a living hell, cutting her, destroying her possessions. I just tried to drug her. And she's asking what is wrong with me like she's the stereotypical concerned sister.
I am still going to kill her, even though that bitch is out of her mind. Or maybe she was in on it and just trying to fuck with me even more somehow.
Whatever, when I got her alone, she was going to feel worse pain than I felt right now, worse than I felt last night when her boyfriend raped me.
Or maybe we could start now, if she wasn't in on it. "Cynthia, Jasper didn't find me here. He drugged me and brought me up here. That bastard raped me."
For a second she looked shocked. Jasper didn't, he let me go, lifting his hand up finally, but that fucker looked smug. Finally, Cynthia recovered. "I can't believe you. You torture me every god damn day, you ruin my life, and then tell me that the first person who has been nice to me, who's ever paid any attention to me besides you, raped you?"
I nodded. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I didn't have control of this situation and it was stupid of me to try anything now, when Jasper was clearly in charge. "Why the fuck would you lie to me about that, Alice?"
I couldn't answer her, but she didn't give me the chance anyway. "Stupid. I know you hate me. You're my sister and I ... just fuck it. I'm going home."
She turned and walked out the door, angry and upset, but far more determined than I had ever seen her before.
"Well, toy, I guess it's just you and me." He flung himself onto his bed. I managed to get up to my elbows. Still naked, but what the fuck did it matter. "Don't suppose you'd like to go another round."
Maybe it did. "Fuck you. I'm going to kill you."
"I can't believe you tried to drug me." He practically laughed. "You really had no clue."
"Fuck you and give me my clothes." I finally sat up.
"No, I'm keeping those. Fun little trophies. I already told Cynthia I couldn't find them."
I stared at him. There wasn't anything I could even say. I would go home naked before I would grovel for him. And he knew the rest of it. As soon as his back was turned, I was going to put a knife in it. Assuming I couldn't get a needle full of AIDS.
"You know, I've known Tyler my whole life," he said pleasantly. Cynthia picked that moment to walk back in, decked out in a large green sweat shirt and carrying the rags that she had been wearing last night. I wanted to scream, because right then, it all had finally made sense. The mistake that had started this whole thing off.
"Here," she said, angrly thrusting her clothes at me. "I'm not letting you wear something of his home."
She sat in Jasper's lap as I wiggled into her moronic skirt. The sweat shirt she had on had it beat by half a foot in length. I don't actually know if it covered my ass or not. Maybe it the person looking was taller than me. After that there was only a shirt.
"Where the fuck is you bra? Oh fucking don't-"
"What, Alice? It isn't like it's something you haven't seen before." But she pushed Jasper's hand away.
I seethed. He'd called me toy earlier, and now he was taking mine, right in front of me, mocking me. "Oh, and I gave Jasper my bra."
She giggled. "Kind of a trophy."
Everything was going wrong.
"I can't believe you would act so irresponsibly." My mother, Mrs. Abigail Brandon, was an idiot. I knew this, I had counted on this for years.
"I always tried to teach you two to respect yourselves." And now, even her idiocy was turned against me. She finally seemed to be running out of steam after lecturing us for what seemed like hours. "Now go change. You're both grounded."
The only thing keeping me on my feet was my burning desire to kill everyone, but I was too tired and too sore to actually do it right now. I struggled upstairs while I heard Cynthia arguing.
"Mom, I didn't even do anything! I'm the one that-"
"Are you going to tell me that you didn't do anything while you're wearing nothing but some boy's sweatshirt?"
"Oh my god, I gave my clothes to Alice because she was acting like a slut an-"
"Don't talk about your sister like that." I gritted my teeth. She thought she was safe now, just because Jasper managed to hurt me.
"She lost her clothes mom." She would pay for every little remark, every stupid insinuation. Acting like I was the slut who had hopped onto Jasper as soon as I had laid eyes on him.
"Obviously Alice needs our help right now, Cynthia." I slammed my door, muffling their voices so that I couldn't make out their words if I didn't try, and collapsed onto my bed.
I wanted to kill my mother in that moment even more than usual. And Jasper was actually going to die. My mother would probably be left alive. But Cynthia. I was going to break her. I was going to drive her to gibbering delirium, then slowly cut off every part of her body. Starting with her tongue. Or maybe I should find out what part of her Jasper likes the most and start with that. i heard her coming upstairs. She sounded different than she usually did. The way she walked was springier. And she fucking hummed.
I fell asleep after shucking her stupid rags, dreams of stuffing all of Cynthia's holes full of parts of Jasper that I had cut off of him dancing in my head.
Author's note: Weird, why would I update this one? Frankly, it is more fun to write. Plus, I've noticed people reading it, even if they always tell me they were rereading something else of mine when I ask what they are looking at. Apparently they don't know I can read their laptop screen from across the room.
There is going to be no consistent length to these updates, and no consistent time between them. Motivate me, and they shall come.