*A/N* Sorry it took so long! I have three other stories to update, school,
finding a job, my boyfriend, getting an apartment, moving in, and a bunch
of other things going on. Okies?? ^_^ Alright, here's the next part....
more to come!
Don't Turn Away
Part 2
The next morning Bulma awoke and rose cheerfully into the new day. She had just met the man of her dreams. The teal haired princess jeered as she quickly dressed and rushed to her desk. She had to write all about yesterday afternoon.
This diary she had was becoming more like an obsession. She wrote everything in it. That was part of the problem with her writing streaks though. She went into such detail, just so she could remember exactly what happened. No harm done.
Or so she thought.
Keeping a diary was supposed to be secret, right? No one was suppose to read it, even if it was misplaced so peeping eyes could roam about it's pages. She had the confidence in all the people around her that she could write in the notebook without a worry of someone else reading it.
Some eyes want to know though.
Bulma had a step-mother that she had to keep on her toes around. The woman had become a sneak in recent years, prying into the princess' life, showing no sign of trust in the least.
And no one could understand why Bulma could hate such a 'wonderful' person. Sure, she maybe wonderful to see in the eyes of a blind man, because apparently no one could see how divious the woman was to her step-child.
They had never gotten along anyway.
Who could expect Bulma to like someone that always made her feel bad?
They shouldn't, but they did.
It's not like Mrs. Briefs was a bad person, she had good intentions, but Bulma wouldn't have it. In her eyes, the woman was just out to get her, take her father away from her, to have complete control over the entire Briefs household.
When the princess had finally built a wall out of happiness, the witch came around to knock it back down.
Demolished.
But Bulma would always be able to rebuilt it from the rubble.
No one killed her dreams, especially that woman.
Mrs. Briefs decided to take charge because her husband wouldn't, and tore Bulma's world into tiny, undesirable, pieces.
She read her diary, unlocking all her secrets and exposing her soul.
********************
When Bulma had gotten back from a band trip one night, Dr. Briefs was driving her home.
"So how many times have you met this Goku feller?" he spoke in a Southern accent. Bulma's heart stopped.
"What?" She paused, becoming angry, "How many times would it matter!" she yelled. Dr. Briefs was anger stricken and sped home.
That bitch!
She was forced to sit onto the green, oversized couch, be lectured about sex, boyfriends, being a little slut, and exposing 'nasty thoughts' to Mrs. Briefs' children.
"I'm going to protect my children. And if that takes prying into your little life, then so be it. I won't have you as a bad influence on my children."
The words hurt, but Bulma curled up her fists and threatened to knock the hell out of the overprotective, divious, whore, "Protect your CHILDREN with out me to RUIN it all for you!!" she screamed, and was about to walk out.
"I've read all about what you've done, you little slut. You've become a totally different person, sneaking behind our backs, doing the things you should know better than to do. We can no longer trust you."
Bulma's face grew into a terrifying anger stricken one, "YOU READ MY DIARY!!!"
She nodded.
That was the last straw, "Screw you! I'm LEAVING!"
With that, the incredibly hurt and sorrowed Bulma-chan stormed to her room.
She was leaving in the morning. She didn't have to put up with this any longer.
*********************
Sad but true, this is all based on true fact. Home life sucked, thank Kami I'm no longer there. No child deserves to have her soul exposed, especially to someone she thought she could trust. If you love to write, make sure you hide your journal extra well. I made the mistake of having my door unlocked.
Not all of them can be trusted. Parents, that is. TBC
Don't Turn Away
Part 2
The next morning Bulma awoke and rose cheerfully into the new day. She had just met the man of her dreams. The teal haired princess jeered as she quickly dressed and rushed to her desk. She had to write all about yesterday afternoon.
This diary she had was becoming more like an obsession. She wrote everything in it. That was part of the problem with her writing streaks though. She went into such detail, just so she could remember exactly what happened. No harm done.
Or so she thought.
Keeping a diary was supposed to be secret, right? No one was suppose to read it, even if it was misplaced so peeping eyes could roam about it's pages. She had the confidence in all the people around her that she could write in the notebook without a worry of someone else reading it.
Some eyes want to know though.
Bulma had a step-mother that she had to keep on her toes around. The woman had become a sneak in recent years, prying into the princess' life, showing no sign of trust in the least.
And no one could understand why Bulma could hate such a 'wonderful' person. Sure, she maybe wonderful to see in the eyes of a blind man, because apparently no one could see how divious the woman was to her step-child.
They had never gotten along anyway.
Who could expect Bulma to like someone that always made her feel bad?
They shouldn't, but they did.
It's not like Mrs. Briefs was a bad person, she had good intentions, but Bulma wouldn't have it. In her eyes, the woman was just out to get her, take her father away from her, to have complete control over the entire Briefs household.
When the princess had finally built a wall out of happiness, the witch came around to knock it back down.
Demolished.
But Bulma would always be able to rebuilt it from the rubble.
No one killed her dreams, especially that woman.
Mrs. Briefs decided to take charge because her husband wouldn't, and tore Bulma's world into tiny, undesirable, pieces.
She read her diary, unlocking all her secrets and exposing her soul.
********************
When Bulma had gotten back from a band trip one night, Dr. Briefs was driving her home.
"So how many times have you met this Goku feller?" he spoke in a Southern accent. Bulma's heart stopped.
"What?" She paused, becoming angry, "How many times would it matter!" she yelled. Dr. Briefs was anger stricken and sped home.
That bitch!
She was forced to sit onto the green, oversized couch, be lectured about sex, boyfriends, being a little slut, and exposing 'nasty thoughts' to Mrs. Briefs' children.
"I'm going to protect my children. And if that takes prying into your little life, then so be it. I won't have you as a bad influence on my children."
The words hurt, but Bulma curled up her fists and threatened to knock the hell out of the overprotective, divious, whore, "Protect your CHILDREN with out me to RUIN it all for you!!" she screamed, and was about to walk out.
"I've read all about what you've done, you little slut. You've become a totally different person, sneaking behind our backs, doing the things you should know better than to do. We can no longer trust you."
Bulma's face grew into a terrifying anger stricken one, "YOU READ MY DIARY!!!"
She nodded.
That was the last straw, "Screw you! I'm LEAVING!"
With that, the incredibly hurt and sorrowed Bulma-chan stormed to her room.
She was leaving in the morning. She didn't have to put up with this any longer.
*********************
Sad but true, this is all based on true fact. Home life sucked, thank Kami I'm no longer there. No child deserves to have her soul exposed, especially to someone she thought she could trust. If you love to write, make sure you hide your journal extra well. I made the mistake of having my door unlocked.
Not all of them can be trusted. Parents, that is. TBC
