This story was written in Microsoft Works, so you can tell I wrote it a while ago. Well, maybe you can't but I use 'Word' now. Anyway, I'm not sure where this idea came from, but I want to finish it. I see it as a sad story. A little about it, Mitchie gets abused by her dad, no idea why, like I said, I wrote it a while ago.
Story Name: Her Turn (No idea why this is called that.)
Created: 1/ 2/ 2010 (Another story written last year)
Mitchie Torres, a typical American girl, brown eyes, dark chocolate hair and a girlfriend, yes a girlfriend, but a heart that has been broken more than a million times, or according to her. Right now she's sitting on a small black sofa with her chin against her right arm, leaning against the couch. Her feet pulled into the chair as her eyes stay on the figure across from her. A man around six feet, towering over her five feet four frame, his dark hair the same color as hers, his eyes matching hers but his heart, a dark shade of black.
"You always seem to do this to me," his voice brings the room to a silence. Mitchie looks away before taking a deep breath, the smell of liquor and vanilla feels her nostrils before a single tear forms in her eyes. She knows what's waiting for her, its happened since she was twelve, every since she's grown into her body, after a quick awkward stage she was left with feeling lost and alone in her own skin.
"Dad, I…" a quick breath seems to pollute the air more.
"I don't want to hear it, go upstairs," his fingers points to a direction totally familiar to the girl, her heart jumps before it stops. Understanding that the time has come Mitchie climbs the long stairs to her parents room, her mother working late again at a catering job leaving her daughter to the torture that came from her father.
….
"So last night, what happened Mitchie, I really wanted you to come with us, it was fun," Alex whined to her girlfriend, running her fingers along the girl's arm before intertwining their fingers.
"I um, I was tired," the words were too familiar to Mitchie, they came out the same, faint and quiet.
"Well I'm not taking no for a answer today"
"Yeah but…"
"No is not a answer," Alex hops in front of Mitchie, wraps both arms around the girl before pulling her close into her. A peck on the lips doesn't seem to help the girl loosen up, her frown seems to grow.
"What's wrong? You can talk to me about anything, you know that," Mitchie nods as Alex sighs bringing their fingers together once more. "You know one day you're going to have to talk to me, I just wish that day was today, you know I love you right?"
"I know"
"And?" The taller brunette creates a circling movement with her fingers before a giggle escapes Mitchie.
"And I love you too, and I always will"
"That's more like it"
…
Later on in the day, after school and soccer practice both girls made it to Mitchie's place before four. A dark red mini van was parked on the side of the house and in the garage sat a white catering van.
"My mom's home? Now?" the girl was surprised running up to the house leaving Alex to carry the backpacks up to the front door. The brunette didn't seem to mind the extra baggage, she seemed to cope with the extra two pounds. She wasn't use to seeing Connie Torres home early in the afternoon.
"Mitchie?" the girl was stopped by the back of the shorter brunette's foot, almost tripping backwards. "Thanks I needed that, shall I toss these anywhere?"
"Sorry, I don't think my mom's here, and my dad's kind of early, lets just go to your house"
"Why, I think your dad's cool"
"Alex lets not," of course the girl ignored the small stopping attempt and pushed her way more into the house before taking in the scenery. The steps sat in front of her in a large hallway or foyer. A small table next to them with a living room towards the left with all dark furniture.
"Please Alex lets just go to your place"
"Hey girls," a sober yet still dazed Mr. Torres or David called out. Mitchie tensed up by standing still, her eyes narrowing a bit and her heart racing before Alex made it back over to her spotting the man who spoke.
"Sup Dave"
"It's David"
"Yeah, anyway what's to eat, we're starving," Alex didn't mind being herself around the man, in fact he almost felt like a dad to her, although she had her own, he seemed more relaxed. She never really did understand her girlfriend getting tense around her dad, guess she never seen it.
This was just a few short ideas, nothing really big just yet. I had to skip around slightly.
