AN: Hey! Yup, I'm updating quickly!
lillynilly - Thanks!
Chapter Two:
T:T:T:T
A teenage girl was sitting at a ratty desk in the corner of a small, but spotless, room. The girl had shining brown hair that went almost all the way down to her waist. She was on the short side, but that was hardly noticeable. It just meant that people had to look a little lower to look into her chocolate brown eyes, which were her most striking feature.
As she heard a door slam, the girl jumped in her seat, her beautiful eyes widening in fear. Her father was home. He wasn't really her father, he was her adoptive father. And what a hell of a one he was.
Hell.
That's what he made her life. Sure, to the world, she was Ms. Perfect. She had it all. Nice clothes, perfect grades, and the most popular girl in the freshman class. But, that was all a lie. She wasn't perfect. Not the slightest bit.
She lifted up the shirt she was wearing, revealing a large purple bruise on her lower stomach. It was from her last encounter with the man she was forced to call 'dad'. He used her as his own personal punching bag. Whenever he was the slightest bit angry, he would take a punch or a whack at the girl. And he was almost always angry. But, he never hurt her in a place that she couldn't cover up. That meant that he avoided hitting her face, neck, shins, and forearms. That basically left her torso, which hadn't felt pain-free in years.
But, she never said a word. Never told a soul. What good would it have done? She would have been sent to another orphanage, and would most likely have to leave Seattle. She had no family, so no one could take her in. Also, there was the little incident five years earlier...
"Bitch! Get here, now!" he yelled. The girl immediately turned and ran out of the door, wanting to satisfy his request as quickly as possible. She knew that it was her that he was referring to as 'bitch'. He hadn't called her by her real name in almost a year now. What was her real name? Piper. Piper... something. She didn't know who her real parents were, but always hoped that she would one day be rescued from this hell by them. By any family.
She stopped running immediately when she entered the room that he was in. She put her hands gracefully to her sides and bowed her head. She was not allowed to even look where she wanted without his permission. "Look at me, bitch." he sneered, and she could see his feet in her vision. He was right in front of her. She snapped her head up and looked timidly up at him. She couldn't look confident in his presence. She had learned that the hard way as well.
"Get me some cigarettes." he told her. "But I'm underage!" she protested, but immediately regretted it. He took her by the shoulders and pinned her to the wall. He brought his knee up quickly into her ribcage. She felt and heard one of her ribs break. He let go of her, and she slid down to the floor in pain, clutching her waist. "Get me some." he said. Piper nodded her head slowly. "I need money." she said quietly. "You have to give me a kiss first." he said, smiling. Piper stayed there, on the floor, refusing to satisfy this request. He kicked her in the stomach. "I said you have to give me a kiss first." he ordered.
Piper slowly and painfully lifted herself up off the floor. As soon as she was standing, her 'father' leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the lips. He then pulled away, stuffed a ten dollar bill in her hands, and pushed her out the door, slamming it behind her.
T:T:T
Once outside, Piper could wipe off her lips. She was incredibly disgusted every time he did that. It always made her want to throw up. She then lifted up her shirt to inspect her lower rib cage. Sure enough, it was swelling badly. "Dammit." she whispered, and put her shirt back down. She then walked towards the nearest store that sold cigarettes. It was about four miles away, so she had a long walk ahead of her.
About an hour later, she walked into the store. Since she knew that the clerk would never let a fifteen-year-old buy cigarettes, she would have to steal them. She carefully but unnoticeably looked around the store for where the cameras were located. This wouldn't be the first time that she would have to steal something for her 'father'. He had made her go out to get beer before, and other items that were illegal for teens to have, or were too expensive.
She spotted the one cheap camera in the corner, and smiled inwardly. At least she wouldn't be caught. She had been caught before, back when she had lived in New York City. She was forced to steal a tux for her 'father'. She had been caught by the store clerk, and the police had brought her home. He had thanked the officers for bringing his little girl back, and promised them that she would be severely punished for the attempted shoplifting.
And punished she was. It had been a nightmare. He beat her to the point that she had become unconscious. When she woke up, it was the next day, and her 'father' was packing their belongings in boxes. Before she could say anything, he had said "We're moving. Get to work." He had then tossed her an empty box, and motioned for her to get to work.
She had ended up doing the rest of the packing, and loading of the car. "We are moving to Seattle, and you're new name is Piper Warren, kapeesh? You are not Piper Johnson anymore." he had said. She opened her mouth, but he had slapped her and said "No questions." She nodded, and they had headed off to their new home in Seattle.
Piper walked briskly down the aisle, inconspicuously grabbing a pack of Marlboro, HIS favorite brand. She then put the rest of her plan into action. She grabbed a bottle of water from the back, and went up to the register. Behind it was a teenage boy, probably about eighteen. He looked her up and down. "What can I get for you, my lovely lady?" he asked. Piper was happy that he had said that, like she predicted he would. "You can't get anything for me, but you can get a clue for yourself." she sneered, and walked huffily out the door. After walking through the anti-shoplifting device, she dropped the water, tricking the boy into thinking that only the water had triggered the alarm.
After she left, she sighed. She hated this. Breaking the law. But, she had done it, again. She had done it for HIM. But, she couldn't run away. And that was because of HIM. She had run away once, when they had lived in Little Rock. She had run away in the middle of the night, unnoticed by HIM. But, the next morning, when she was walking down a deep city street, HE found her. He pulled her into an alley, and beat her, even worse than the time she got caught. When she woke up, it was a week later, and she was in New York. And, her name was now Piper Johnson, not Piper Smith.
Thinking back, Piper remembered all the names she had been. Piper Warren, Piper Johnson, Piper Smith, Piper Lewis, Piper Clark, Piper Turner, and Piper Clements. She doubted that any of those were really her last name. They had moved that many times, since she was three and adopted by HIM. And every time was when she got caught doing something wrong, or someone found out about him beating her. But, Seattle had been the place they had stayed in the longest. She had been there for three years.
T:T:T
When she finally got back home, she walked in on a pissed 'father'. "I'm sorry." she said meekly, bending her head down again. She found a fist mercilessly colliding with her side, and she fell to the floor. "Someone heard crashes and saw you come out, bitch. We're moving. Get packing." he said, tossing a box at her. "Where are we moving?" she asked. "San Francisco, Alexa Gordon."
T:T:T:T
AN: I know, this is a crappy chapter. But, I wanted to show you all the hell of a life she has. Please, please review!
lillynilly - Thanks!
Chapter Two:
T:T:T:T
A teenage girl was sitting at a ratty desk in the corner of a small, but spotless, room. The girl had shining brown hair that went almost all the way down to her waist. She was on the short side, but that was hardly noticeable. It just meant that people had to look a little lower to look into her chocolate brown eyes, which were her most striking feature.
As she heard a door slam, the girl jumped in her seat, her beautiful eyes widening in fear. Her father was home. He wasn't really her father, he was her adoptive father. And what a hell of a one he was.
Hell.
That's what he made her life. Sure, to the world, she was Ms. Perfect. She had it all. Nice clothes, perfect grades, and the most popular girl in the freshman class. But, that was all a lie. She wasn't perfect. Not the slightest bit.
She lifted up the shirt she was wearing, revealing a large purple bruise on her lower stomach. It was from her last encounter with the man she was forced to call 'dad'. He used her as his own personal punching bag. Whenever he was the slightest bit angry, he would take a punch or a whack at the girl. And he was almost always angry. But, he never hurt her in a place that she couldn't cover up. That meant that he avoided hitting her face, neck, shins, and forearms. That basically left her torso, which hadn't felt pain-free in years.
But, she never said a word. Never told a soul. What good would it have done? She would have been sent to another orphanage, and would most likely have to leave Seattle. She had no family, so no one could take her in. Also, there was the little incident five years earlier...
"Bitch! Get here, now!" he yelled. The girl immediately turned and ran out of the door, wanting to satisfy his request as quickly as possible. She knew that it was her that he was referring to as 'bitch'. He hadn't called her by her real name in almost a year now. What was her real name? Piper. Piper... something. She didn't know who her real parents were, but always hoped that she would one day be rescued from this hell by them. By any family.
She stopped running immediately when she entered the room that he was in. She put her hands gracefully to her sides and bowed her head. She was not allowed to even look where she wanted without his permission. "Look at me, bitch." he sneered, and she could see his feet in her vision. He was right in front of her. She snapped her head up and looked timidly up at him. She couldn't look confident in his presence. She had learned that the hard way as well.
"Get me some cigarettes." he told her. "But I'm underage!" she protested, but immediately regretted it. He took her by the shoulders and pinned her to the wall. He brought his knee up quickly into her ribcage. She felt and heard one of her ribs break. He let go of her, and she slid down to the floor in pain, clutching her waist. "Get me some." he said. Piper nodded her head slowly. "I need money." she said quietly. "You have to give me a kiss first." he said, smiling. Piper stayed there, on the floor, refusing to satisfy this request. He kicked her in the stomach. "I said you have to give me a kiss first." he ordered.
Piper slowly and painfully lifted herself up off the floor. As soon as she was standing, her 'father' leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the lips. He then pulled away, stuffed a ten dollar bill in her hands, and pushed her out the door, slamming it behind her.
T:T:T
Once outside, Piper could wipe off her lips. She was incredibly disgusted every time he did that. It always made her want to throw up. She then lifted up her shirt to inspect her lower rib cage. Sure enough, it was swelling badly. "Dammit." she whispered, and put her shirt back down. She then walked towards the nearest store that sold cigarettes. It was about four miles away, so she had a long walk ahead of her.
About an hour later, she walked into the store. Since she knew that the clerk would never let a fifteen-year-old buy cigarettes, she would have to steal them. She carefully but unnoticeably looked around the store for where the cameras were located. This wouldn't be the first time that she would have to steal something for her 'father'. He had made her go out to get beer before, and other items that were illegal for teens to have, or were too expensive.
She spotted the one cheap camera in the corner, and smiled inwardly. At least she wouldn't be caught. She had been caught before, back when she had lived in New York City. She was forced to steal a tux for her 'father'. She had been caught by the store clerk, and the police had brought her home. He had thanked the officers for bringing his little girl back, and promised them that she would be severely punished for the attempted shoplifting.
And punished she was. It had been a nightmare. He beat her to the point that she had become unconscious. When she woke up, it was the next day, and her 'father' was packing their belongings in boxes. Before she could say anything, he had said "We're moving. Get to work." He had then tossed her an empty box, and motioned for her to get to work.
She had ended up doing the rest of the packing, and loading of the car. "We are moving to Seattle, and you're new name is Piper Warren, kapeesh? You are not Piper Johnson anymore." he had said. She opened her mouth, but he had slapped her and said "No questions." She nodded, and they had headed off to their new home in Seattle.
Piper walked briskly down the aisle, inconspicuously grabbing a pack of Marlboro, HIS favorite brand. She then put the rest of her plan into action. She grabbed a bottle of water from the back, and went up to the register. Behind it was a teenage boy, probably about eighteen. He looked her up and down. "What can I get for you, my lovely lady?" he asked. Piper was happy that he had said that, like she predicted he would. "You can't get anything for me, but you can get a clue for yourself." she sneered, and walked huffily out the door. After walking through the anti-shoplifting device, she dropped the water, tricking the boy into thinking that only the water had triggered the alarm.
After she left, she sighed. She hated this. Breaking the law. But, she had done it, again. She had done it for HIM. But, she couldn't run away. And that was because of HIM. She had run away once, when they had lived in Little Rock. She had run away in the middle of the night, unnoticed by HIM. But, the next morning, when she was walking down a deep city street, HE found her. He pulled her into an alley, and beat her, even worse than the time she got caught. When she woke up, it was a week later, and she was in New York. And, her name was now Piper Johnson, not Piper Smith.
Thinking back, Piper remembered all the names she had been. Piper Warren, Piper Johnson, Piper Smith, Piper Lewis, Piper Clark, Piper Turner, and Piper Clements. She doubted that any of those were really her last name. They had moved that many times, since she was three and adopted by HIM. And every time was when she got caught doing something wrong, or someone found out about him beating her. But, Seattle had been the place they had stayed in the longest. She had been there for three years.
T:T:T
When she finally got back home, she walked in on a pissed 'father'. "I'm sorry." she said meekly, bending her head down again. She found a fist mercilessly colliding with her side, and she fell to the floor. "Someone heard crashes and saw you come out, bitch. We're moving. Get packing." he said, tossing a box at her. "Where are we moving?" she asked. "San Francisco, Alexa Gordon."
T:T:T:T
AN: I know, this is a crappy chapter. But, I wanted to show you all the hell of a life she has. Please, please review!