In The Best Interest--"Alison's Story"
**Okay here's a break in the story, to give stories about the 3 new characters. They're still secrets left in the open, so I'm not giving htem out. If you'll liked my Eminem story, A New Life, since ff.net is deleting all music group stories, I moved that to my personal site PYSCHO ON-LINE, and I'll give you the URL to the site when I re-open it. It still only has oen chapter but hopefully by the time I update it will have more. Happy reading!**
Alison walked home, the two or three miles home. She didn't know anymore. She was sweating in the southern Cali heat, in her academy uniform with 'Central Lovejoy Academy' stitched on the pocket.
She was walking because her stepmom, Ashley Lynn, said she needed to get back in shape. Alison understood that Ashley wanted her family to appear perfect, but it was 90 degrees outside and she was out of shape. Just two months ago she had given birth to her beautiful baby boy, Roger Joseph Matthews, so she was still out-of-shape. Not terribly, she was still skinny and pale, but enough to where the walk became more unbearable each day as she sat through classes dreading the seeping, angry sun glaring down at her.
Some days she was allowed to take the bus, she could credit Ashley that. Only when she had to take care of Roger, whom, luckily, was allowed to stay with the family because Ashley and her father agreed if Alison helped raise him as the mother.
She reached home at 6, as Ashley was preparing dinner. The dinner was one of her favorites, home-made cheeseburgers, mashed potatoes and peas.
She loved Ashley, because Ashley had taken care of her when her own mother abadoned her because she wasn't good enough. or something like that. But, ALison sometimes felt as if Ashley wold rather get rid of her although she always took care of her and treated her as her own.
Alison sat down, stretching out her aching legs and pealing off the sticky bookbag and sweater that the girls were required to wear.
She had't bothered taken it off because her backpack had no room, because Ashley required all books to be brought home daily for studies.
"Time to weigh-in," Ashley chirped as she set Roger on Alison's lap. "Hey, Rog," Alison cooed and kissed her baby.
Alison laid Roger on the floor next to his toys and followed Ashley to the laundry room where the scale was kept. Reluctantly, Alison stepped on the scale and squeezed her eyes shut. She heard Ashley make a tsk-tsk noise.
"You only have lost two pounds in a week, Alison, baby. I'm thinking about you having dinner tonight. You know I do this because I love you and i want you to be pretty, right?" she asked. Alison just nodded and grabbed Roger and raced up the stairs.
At dinner Alison trudged down the stairs, carrying Roger, also. Ashley eyed her, from her hips to her face, which was swollen from crying, but her eyes weren't red, so Ashley thought that she hadbeen closet eating.
"May i please have dinner, Ashley? I haven't had it in two days, or any other meals." Alison begged. "Sweetie, not until you lose five pounds." Ashley said firmly as she served her father.
Alison looked at her father for support. "Sorry." was all he managed to mumble before he spooned some mashed potatoes into his mouth.
Alison swallowed (she wasn't allowed to cry in front of ashley, it showed you were weak) and placed Roger in his high chair and flew up the stairs.
**Next: Benji's story, then Riley's**
**Okay here's a break in the story, to give stories about the 3 new characters. They're still secrets left in the open, so I'm not giving htem out. If you'll liked my Eminem story, A New Life, since ff.net is deleting all music group stories, I moved that to my personal site PYSCHO ON-LINE, and I'll give you the URL to the site when I re-open it. It still only has oen chapter but hopefully by the time I update it will have more. Happy reading!**
Alison walked home, the two or three miles home. She didn't know anymore. She was sweating in the southern Cali heat, in her academy uniform with 'Central Lovejoy Academy' stitched on the pocket.
She was walking because her stepmom, Ashley Lynn, said she needed to get back in shape. Alison understood that Ashley wanted her family to appear perfect, but it was 90 degrees outside and she was out of shape. Just two months ago she had given birth to her beautiful baby boy, Roger Joseph Matthews, so she was still out-of-shape. Not terribly, she was still skinny and pale, but enough to where the walk became more unbearable each day as she sat through classes dreading the seeping, angry sun glaring down at her.
Some days she was allowed to take the bus, she could credit Ashley that. Only when she had to take care of Roger, whom, luckily, was allowed to stay with the family because Ashley and her father agreed if Alison helped raise him as the mother.
She reached home at 6, as Ashley was preparing dinner. The dinner was one of her favorites, home-made cheeseburgers, mashed potatoes and peas.
She loved Ashley, because Ashley had taken care of her when her own mother abadoned her because she wasn't good enough. or something like that. But, ALison sometimes felt as if Ashley wold rather get rid of her although she always took care of her and treated her as her own.
Alison sat down, stretching out her aching legs and pealing off the sticky bookbag and sweater that the girls were required to wear.
She had't bothered taken it off because her backpack had no room, because Ashley required all books to be brought home daily for studies.
"Time to weigh-in," Ashley chirped as she set Roger on Alison's lap. "Hey, Rog," Alison cooed and kissed her baby.
Alison laid Roger on the floor next to his toys and followed Ashley to the laundry room where the scale was kept. Reluctantly, Alison stepped on the scale and squeezed her eyes shut. She heard Ashley make a tsk-tsk noise.
"You only have lost two pounds in a week, Alison, baby. I'm thinking about you having dinner tonight. You know I do this because I love you and i want you to be pretty, right?" she asked. Alison just nodded and grabbed Roger and raced up the stairs.
At dinner Alison trudged down the stairs, carrying Roger, also. Ashley eyed her, from her hips to her face, which was swollen from crying, but her eyes weren't red, so Ashley thought that she hadbeen closet eating.
"May i please have dinner, Ashley? I haven't had it in two days, or any other meals." Alison begged. "Sweetie, not until you lose five pounds." Ashley said firmly as she served her father.
Alison looked at her father for support. "Sorry." was all he managed to mumble before he spooned some mashed potatoes into his mouth.
Alison swallowed (she wasn't allowed to cry in front of ashley, it showed you were weak) and placed Roger in his high chair and flew up the stairs.
**Next: Benji's story, then Riley's**