Hey guys, I really don't have much to say today other than, I'm writing a Modern Family story called Not Who You Think I am, so check that out if you like modern family. There is a time ski in this chapter just a warning.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place or Camp Rock. They belong to Disney not me! If they did I sure as hell wouldn't be writing FanFiction. I only own the plot. I also do not own For the Love of a Daughter by Demi Lovato

An Angel Ch. 7

ALEX POV

2 Months later

It's been two months since school started and Mitchie moved in next door to me. Those have been two of the best and worst months of my life. The worst months, because I've harboring unrequited feelings for my chorus teacher and best because I get to see her and we've grown closer. Right now it's 2 a.m. and I'm still awake working on a project. That's crazy right badass Alexandra Russo doesn't do homework, well she does when hew chorus teacher who she really likes asks her to.

"Ugh, who cares what kind of disorder Charles Manson had, all I know is that he's batshit crazy." I mumbled to myself.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING STILL AWAKE ALEXANDRA?!" Father yelled as he threw the door open.

"H-Homework, sir" I said, shakily, standing from my position at my desk.

"DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME! YOU DON'T DO YOUR GODDAMN WORK!" He said walking closer to me. "Now, I'll ask you one more time, what. Are. You. Doing." He said stepping closer to me with every word.

"Homework, sir. I swear." I said not looking in his eyes

"Fine if you're going to lie to me, then you need to get punished." He said calmly, unbuckling his belt and removing it.

"No…NO…Please father no. I'll do anything. Please no, I'm not lying to you I promise," I begged tears rolling down my face.

"Lie on your back and take your shirt off," he said, still eerily calm. I did as he said shaking. The next thing I felt was the burning sting and excruciating pain of the leather belt hitting my skin. I bit down on my bed sheets to keep from screams of agony from slipping out. He whipped me ten times I think but I wouldn't know I passed out after the third whip.

THE NEXT MORNING

I woke up the next morning with my back sore and my jaw aching from biting on the sheets. I tried to stand but fell when the muscles in my back flexed. I tried again, this time standing while moving my back as little as I could. Fuck, how am I going to wear a shirt? I walked to my dresser very stiffly and slowly and picked the biggest shirt I could find, it was my dad's old shirt. My dad's not my fathers. My dad who loved me, who used to hold me in his arms, who would take me to baseball games and let me sit on his shoulders. Suddenly inspiration struck I grabbed my song book and sat down slowly at my keyboard and started playing what came to mind.

Four years old with my back to the door
All I could hear was the family war

When I was four, mom and dad first started fighting; I remember it like it was yesterday.

FLASHBACK

"GODDAMIT THERESA, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I heard daddy screaming at mommy.

"I bought it for Alex! She needs those antibiotics so she doesn't die! You would have spent it on booze anyway!" mommy screamed back. Why are they yelling? Teacher said yelling is bad, so why are mommy and daddy doing it.

"I need my booze! Otherwise I would never fuck you." Daddy screamed. What does fuck mean?

"You know what fuck you Jerry. Alex, Justin and I are going to my mom's house for a few days." Mommy said quietly.

END FLASHBACK

Your selfish hands always expecting more
Am I your child or just a charity ward?

You have a hollowed out heart
But it's heavy in your chest
I try so hard to fight it but it's hopeless
Hopeless, you're hopeless

Oh, father, please, father
I'd love to leave you alone
But I can't let you go
Oh, father, please, father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
Oh

It's been five years since we've spoken last
And you can't take back
What we never had
Oh, I can be manipulated
Only so many times,
Before even "I love you"
Starts to sound like a lie

You have a hollowed out heart
But it's heavy in your chest
I try so hard to fight it but it's hopeless
Hopeless, you're hopeless

Oh, father, please, father
I'd love to leave you alone
But I can't let you go
Oh, father, please, father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter

Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?
How could you push me out of your world,
Lied to your flesh and your blood,
Put your hands on the ones that you swore you loved?
Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?
How could you throw me right out of your world?
So young when the pain had begun
Now forever afraid of being loved

Oh, father, please, father
I'd love to leave you alone
But I can't let you go
Oh, father, please, father

Oh, father, please, father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
For the love of a daughter

When I finished singing I had tears rolling down my face and I was breathing heavily, I was filled with anger and sadness. How could he do something so evil to his little girl? I grabbed the old shirt and held it close to me just holding it letting the memories flow through my mind, smelling the cologne he used to wear, and crying. Suddenly there was knock at the door, I threw the shirt on covering the welts on my back, wiped the tears of my face and smoothed my hair down.

"Mija, it's time to get breakfast." Mom said poking her head through the door. I forced a smile

"Okay thanks mom, I'll be down in a second, I need to putting the finishing touches on this essay then I'll eat" I said walking as normally as I could to my computer

"Mija, I'm so proud of you, you're grades are so much better I'm so glad you decided to do better," she beamed at me.

"Yeah, mom. Thanks." I nodded completely refocused on finishing my essay. When the door closed I stood from my computer walked to my window opened it, pulled out a fresh packet and lit one. I took a long drag instantly feeling better.

"Tsk, tsk, rebel Russo. Did you sleep through health class when they told you the bad sides of smoking?" I heard Mitchie tease. I looked at the window across from mine and I saw Mitchie grinning at me. I took another long drag just to tease her, and blew the smoke in her direction.

"Did you sleep through class when they preached about how bad hair dye is for your hair," I said eyeing her newly dyed blonde locks.

"I see you noticed, what do think? I felt like changing it up." She said running her fingers through her hair.

"You'd think it wouldn't look good because of your skin tone but it looks good. I approve," I said nodding

"Oh thank god I have your approval; it's all I ever wanted." She said rolling her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"My approval is all you'll ever need in life, you can quit teaching and live in the satisfaction of knowing that you have my approval," I said after taking the last drag on my cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray.

"But then you would miss your favourite teacher." She said joking.

"You're right I would, fine quit your job and teach me privately," I said half kidding, half serious.

"Alright, that's what I'll do. I'll go type my resignation right now." She said jerking her thumb towards her room.

"Have fun," I said as I shut my window and waving my fingers in goodbye. When I saw her shut her window, I turned and went to get ready for the day, unknowingly forgetting to shut my curtains.

MITCHIES POV

After my little conversation with Alex I turned to print out my lesson plan for the day but first I glanced back at Alex's window and I was horrified by what I saw. She had her shirt off to put on a bra and all over her back were welts. It looked like she had been whipped. I will find out did that her. I will.

That's it. I'll try to update soon since schools out but who knows. Until Next time :)

~TheDramaticAMC-B~ *I had to add the B because my husband got upset*