b r o k e n * b u t t e r f l y
By: l e a r y g u r l
A/n: Hey, I stated to write this story a while ago. I'm starting to post it now. I didn't steal anyone's ideas.
Summary- Brian gets custody of his little sister. The only problem is he was never there for her before. Will he gain her trust or lose her forever? Okay Jess lived! *Does happy dance* Brian gave up being a cop and the team is all back to together. Doesn't everything sound just peachy?
The ride home was quite. No one said a word. When they got to the little house on 551 Village Road, California. He got out and opened the door for the beating and battered fifteen-year-old girl. Brian walked up and opened the door. She walked in to see six pairs of eyes all on her. They all looked at the sad broken girl that stood in front of them. Her eyes were deep and blue. Half of her face was covered in bruises. What you could see of her side was bruised and cut. She walked by them with a limp. They all knew her story, she didn't know any of there's. Brian led her to the bedroom that was hers. She went in and sat in her bed in the dark away from the world.
Dom watched her walk in. She reminded him of Jesse when he came to live there. He was all buried and beaten. No one saw her. She didn't move from the bed. She was a shadow. A shadow no one knew its name. The memories came running through her, I was like a play with out sound.
Her dad came home, drunk as usual. He grabbed he and through her against. He ran over and started punching and kicked her. Her mom ran over and tried to get him off of her. When she did. They both left. Leaving her there. There to die. She could feel her breaths getting shorter and ever thing getting darker. She blacked out. She thought she had died. Then she remembers waking up. There were lights, she thought she was dead. The she saw Brian.
Her parents were drunks, always have and always would. That's why Brian left. She wanted to go with him. May be if she did, none of this would have happened. All she was now was a broken butterfly. She couldn't get up, spread her wings and fly. She was nothing more then a broken butterfly. A tear ran down her face. The there was a knock on the door.
By: l e a r y g u r l
A/n: Hey, I stated to write this story a while ago. I'm starting to post it now. I didn't steal anyone's ideas.
Summary- Brian gets custody of his little sister. The only problem is he was never there for her before. Will he gain her trust or lose her forever? Okay Jess lived! *Does happy dance* Brian gave up being a cop and the team is all back to together. Doesn't everything sound just peachy?
The ride home was quite. No one said a word. When they got to the little house on 551 Village Road, California. He got out and opened the door for the beating and battered fifteen-year-old girl. Brian walked up and opened the door. She walked in to see six pairs of eyes all on her. They all looked at the sad broken girl that stood in front of them. Her eyes were deep and blue. Half of her face was covered in bruises. What you could see of her side was bruised and cut. She walked by them with a limp. They all knew her story, she didn't know any of there's. Brian led her to the bedroom that was hers. She went in and sat in her bed in the dark away from the world.
Dom watched her walk in. She reminded him of Jesse when he came to live there. He was all buried and beaten. No one saw her. She didn't move from the bed. She was a shadow. A shadow no one knew its name. The memories came running through her, I was like a play with out sound.
Her dad came home, drunk as usual. He grabbed he and through her against. He ran over and started punching and kicked her. Her mom ran over and tried to get him off of her. When she did. They both left. Leaving her there. There to die. She could feel her breaths getting shorter and ever thing getting darker. She blacked out. She thought she had died. Then she remembers waking up. There were lights, she thought she was dead. The she saw Brian.
Her parents were drunks, always have and always would. That's why Brian left. She wanted to go with him. May be if she did, none of this would have happened. All she was now was a broken butterfly. She couldn't get up, spread her wings and fly. She was nothing more then a broken butterfly. A tear ran down her face. The there was a knock on the door.