A.N. Okay this is my first try at a Higher Ground story and I'm also in the
middle of writing three other stories so I'll probably update this every
other week. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
Kat
Walking down the street was a girl of 5'11 with bright red curly hair, and dark blue eyes, if this wasn't an odd enough combination she also had a scar running through her eyebrow and another running through her top lip. She was dressed in a red leather mini-skirt and a black a red girdle like top. Her make-up was done extravagantly, with red, glittery eye shadow and lots of black eyeliner and deep red lipstick. She was also wearing black, leather knee high boots, to any cop and new kid to the street she looked like a prostitute, but to those who had been on the street longer, knew her for what she was. Her ex-boyfriend had been in the Dragons which was one of the local gangs and he'd also been one of the major drug dealers. Now he was in jail and she'd taken his place, with being a drug dealer, which was why she was dressed like a prostitute, because you got less time for that, and if she was picked up, it would be easier to talk her way out of that.
She was about five blocks from her house, when she bumped into another girl wearing even skimpier clothes then she was and the girl looked doped up. The red head could see the gleam in her eyes and knew she was about to attack, so she quickly moved her hand to her boot and grasped the handle of the dagger that was in there and raised it to her neck. The girl seemed to come down from her high immediately and fear radiated from her eyes, "Dagger.I didn't recognize you."
The girl laughed coldly, "Don't try that with me Casey, you shouldn't dope up enough to not recognize me, because next time it will cost you a lot, maybe that pretty face of yours."
With that she pushed the girl aside and tucked the dagger back in her boot and continued on her way, only to be ambushed a block down. Before she could reach for her weapon she was pushed against a car and a gun was put to her head, "Don't even try it Dagger, I know all of your tricks, and we're through playing around with you."
Dagger recognized the voice, it belonged to Tommy the leader of the Colts, one of many of the Dragons enemies and someone who Dagger had turned down numerous times when he wanted to date her. She felt his hand slide down her leg and grip the handle to the knife and slide it out of her boot, but she refused to acknowledge it in anyway because she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how disgusted she was by him. Being on and off the streets for the past five years had taught her a lot and like most street kids she knew the rules, number one being showing no emotion because emotion was weakness. She kept her face and eyes blank when he spun her around, and she knew it infuriated him, that she wasn't showing fear. He threw her dagger to someone who was just stepping out of the shadows, and they nimbly caught it and laughed cruelly, she jerked her gaze towards the person and smirked.
The girl came forward, "Guess I can play stupid better then I thought, now how bout I slice up that pretty face of yours."
Still Dagger showed no emotion, 'So Casey wants to play, huh?' She just smiled and let Casey trace the blade down her cheek, Dagger didn't care about her face, but she never let another person especially someone like Casey get the best of her. Casey raised the knife and sliced down Dagger's cheek, but Dagger didn't even flinch, and as Casey pulled her arm back, Dagger raised hers like lighting and grabbed Casey's wrist easily breaking it before Tommy could get a grasp on it again. Casey screamed in pain and dropped the dagger, which Dagger moved with her foot so that it fell into the gutter. Looking at the street sign she marked it to come back for later, then she fixed her gaze on Tommy who was staring at her with what looked to be admiration. Then he raised his fist and punched her in the face, Dagger blacked out almost immediately, but she knew the beating was just beginning.
When Dagger awoke later she looked around and noticed that she was in a hospital, she sighed. "Damn meddling people, can't mind their own damn business. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate having the help, because she knew from experience that waking up in an alley was no fun but she just didn't have the time to try and sweet talk her way out of this. She was late for an appointment with her supplier and now he would think that she was turning and she couldn't risk that. She tried to sit up but groaned and leaned back against the pillows, and rolled her head to the side. There was a mirror on the door and she almost screamed when she saw her reflection, almost. As she got control of her emotions, she cursed Tommy Bendito and Casey, his whore. She looked at her arms and saw that they were riddled with cuts and bruises, carefully she lifted up the blanked and then her shirt and saw her stomach was the same. Just as she lowered the blanket a nurse came bustling in and smiled, seeing that Dagger was awake.
"I'm glad you finally woke up, now you can give us some of your basic information. You didn't have any I.D. on you so we had no idea who to call." Dagger thought about lying, but then decided that it just wasn't worth it at the moment, because she was going to contact her brother soon anyway might as well be now.
She smiled and laid further back, "Cahill O'Hara."
The nurse frowned, "O'Hara, where have I heard that name before? Have you been in here before."
"Probably, but you probably know my step-father, he's a doctor here, maybe he told you about his evil step-daughter Cahill. His name's Ray Harrison."
She pursed her lips together in distress, "Ah yes, well I'll be back in just a moment." As she walked away, Cahill sighed, knowing she was in for another yelling session with the evil devil monster, in other words Ray. He came in a few moments later and scowled at her, the moved closer and picked up her chart.
"Severely beaten, slight concussion, cuts all over body, apparently made with a switchblade with the exception of the one on cheek, deeper therefore made with a blunter object." He slammed the chart down on the table, but Cahill who had expected it didn't flinch in the latest, just stared at her step-father, coldly. "What do you have to say for yourself? This is the fifth time you've run away and this time you were gone for almost a year and a half with no word for your mother at all. Do you know what you've done to this family? You've torn it apart, your mother worried herself half to death over you."
Cahill gasped, theatrically and put a hand over her chest, "Oh my, did she stay out of work for a day? It must have been just dreadful for all of you!"
If possible Ray's scowl deepened, "I won't stand for this any longer! Since we can't seem to keep you in check, we've already decided that if you ever came home or were arrested again we were sending you away, to somewhere you can't cause as much trouble as you do here."
Cahill just smirked, "How long do you think they'll be able to hold me, I'll be back in Detroit by the end of the week?"
Ray smiled coldly, "Not when the place is in Canada. Not when it's in the middle of nowhere."
She felt a flicker of fear but refused to let it show and scoffed at him, "Sure, just try to send me there. You won't like the results of that!"
With that she turned her back and he walked out of the room, 'He can't send me anywhere if I don't want to go. I'll find a way out of this.'
Walking down the street was a girl of 5'11 with bright red curly hair, and dark blue eyes, if this wasn't an odd enough combination she also had a scar running through her eyebrow and another running through her top lip. She was dressed in a red leather mini-skirt and a black a red girdle like top. Her make-up was done extravagantly, with red, glittery eye shadow and lots of black eyeliner and deep red lipstick. She was also wearing black, leather knee high boots, to any cop and new kid to the street she looked like a prostitute, but to those who had been on the street longer, knew her for what she was. Her ex-boyfriend had been in the Dragons which was one of the local gangs and he'd also been one of the major drug dealers. Now he was in jail and she'd taken his place, with being a drug dealer, which was why she was dressed like a prostitute, because you got less time for that, and if she was picked up, it would be easier to talk her way out of that.
She was about five blocks from her house, when she bumped into another girl wearing even skimpier clothes then she was and the girl looked doped up. The red head could see the gleam in her eyes and knew she was about to attack, so she quickly moved her hand to her boot and grasped the handle of the dagger that was in there and raised it to her neck. The girl seemed to come down from her high immediately and fear radiated from her eyes, "Dagger.I didn't recognize you."
The girl laughed coldly, "Don't try that with me Casey, you shouldn't dope up enough to not recognize me, because next time it will cost you a lot, maybe that pretty face of yours."
With that she pushed the girl aside and tucked the dagger back in her boot and continued on her way, only to be ambushed a block down. Before she could reach for her weapon she was pushed against a car and a gun was put to her head, "Don't even try it Dagger, I know all of your tricks, and we're through playing around with you."
Dagger recognized the voice, it belonged to Tommy the leader of the Colts, one of many of the Dragons enemies and someone who Dagger had turned down numerous times when he wanted to date her. She felt his hand slide down her leg and grip the handle to the knife and slide it out of her boot, but she refused to acknowledge it in anyway because she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how disgusted she was by him. Being on and off the streets for the past five years had taught her a lot and like most street kids she knew the rules, number one being showing no emotion because emotion was weakness. She kept her face and eyes blank when he spun her around, and she knew it infuriated him, that she wasn't showing fear. He threw her dagger to someone who was just stepping out of the shadows, and they nimbly caught it and laughed cruelly, she jerked her gaze towards the person and smirked.
The girl came forward, "Guess I can play stupid better then I thought, now how bout I slice up that pretty face of yours."
Still Dagger showed no emotion, 'So Casey wants to play, huh?' She just smiled and let Casey trace the blade down her cheek, Dagger didn't care about her face, but she never let another person especially someone like Casey get the best of her. Casey raised the knife and sliced down Dagger's cheek, but Dagger didn't even flinch, and as Casey pulled her arm back, Dagger raised hers like lighting and grabbed Casey's wrist easily breaking it before Tommy could get a grasp on it again. Casey screamed in pain and dropped the dagger, which Dagger moved with her foot so that it fell into the gutter. Looking at the street sign she marked it to come back for later, then she fixed her gaze on Tommy who was staring at her with what looked to be admiration. Then he raised his fist and punched her in the face, Dagger blacked out almost immediately, but she knew the beating was just beginning.
When Dagger awoke later she looked around and noticed that she was in a hospital, she sighed. "Damn meddling people, can't mind their own damn business. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate having the help, because she knew from experience that waking up in an alley was no fun but she just didn't have the time to try and sweet talk her way out of this. She was late for an appointment with her supplier and now he would think that she was turning and she couldn't risk that. She tried to sit up but groaned and leaned back against the pillows, and rolled her head to the side. There was a mirror on the door and she almost screamed when she saw her reflection, almost. As she got control of her emotions, she cursed Tommy Bendito and Casey, his whore. She looked at her arms and saw that they were riddled with cuts and bruises, carefully she lifted up the blanked and then her shirt and saw her stomach was the same. Just as she lowered the blanket a nurse came bustling in and smiled, seeing that Dagger was awake.
"I'm glad you finally woke up, now you can give us some of your basic information. You didn't have any I.D. on you so we had no idea who to call." Dagger thought about lying, but then decided that it just wasn't worth it at the moment, because she was going to contact her brother soon anyway might as well be now.
She smiled and laid further back, "Cahill O'Hara."
The nurse frowned, "O'Hara, where have I heard that name before? Have you been in here before."
"Probably, but you probably know my step-father, he's a doctor here, maybe he told you about his evil step-daughter Cahill. His name's Ray Harrison."
She pursed her lips together in distress, "Ah yes, well I'll be back in just a moment." As she walked away, Cahill sighed, knowing she was in for another yelling session with the evil devil monster, in other words Ray. He came in a few moments later and scowled at her, the moved closer and picked up her chart.
"Severely beaten, slight concussion, cuts all over body, apparently made with a switchblade with the exception of the one on cheek, deeper therefore made with a blunter object." He slammed the chart down on the table, but Cahill who had expected it didn't flinch in the latest, just stared at her step-father, coldly. "What do you have to say for yourself? This is the fifth time you've run away and this time you were gone for almost a year and a half with no word for your mother at all. Do you know what you've done to this family? You've torn it apart, your mother worried herself half to death over you."
Cahill gasped, theatrically and put a hand over her chest, "Oh my, did she stay out of work for a day? It must have been just dreadful for all of you!"
If possible Ray's scowl deepened, "I won't stand for this any longer! Since we can't seem to keep you in check, we've already decided that if you ever came home or were arrested again we were sending you away, to somewhere you can't cause as much trouble as you do here."
Cahill just smirked, "How long do you think they'll be able to hold me, I'll be back in Detroit by the end of the week?"
Ray smiled coldly, "Not when the place is in Canada. Not when it's in the middle of nowhere."
She felt a flicker of fear but refused to let it show and scoffed at him, "Sure, just try to send me there. You won't like the results of that!"
With that she turned her back and he walked out of the room, 'He can't send me anywhere if I don't want to go. I'll find a way out of this.'