As the title indicates, this is a rewrite version of my story. To find the original simply go to my home page. The original started out as a K+ rated and, while I began to edit the story -only up to chapter 52 I believe- I decided there were things I wanted to change so started a new story to get more attention faster. A lot of stuff will stay the same but with more detail, edited spelling -though I still make mistakes now and then- edited grammar and a few changes, as you will see in chapter 4.
For new readers, and so you don't get bored, VK wont get involved until until chapter four. Spelling is also one of my weaknesses. My spelling itself is OK but I tend to accidentally use the wrong word; such as Witch instead of with. I do my best but tend to make small mistakes here and there. I still hope you enjoy non the less.
Edited 2020: Chapters are currently being edited to fix grammer mistakes, spelling mistakes, missing words and things like that. Some chapters made even have a good deal of rewriting as I touched up dialogue and edit out things that seem forced and unneeded. I... also didn't realize I said Anyways so many times until I read this over ^^' oops
Hello, my name is Ashley Baker but that is just my adoption name. My real name is Ashley Parker. I actually hate the name Baker. Truth is, I technically wasn't even adopted; the family I now live with just likes to call me by their last name. It wasn't because they think of me as a daughter. No, I feel like they call me by it because they know I hate it. I mean, I've only been living with the Bakers for three weeks.
You see, three weeks ago I lost my parents and younger sister in a really bad car crash. They had been returning home from a play put on by the church when a gas truck ran a red light and my parents smashed into it. I was told that the car had caught on fire and my family died as it exploded. I hadn't been with my family that night because I was dealing with some personal issues and felt that the church couldn't help at the time. I regret not going now; if I had I could at least be with them in heaven.
Anyways, when I first found what had happened it felt as if my entire world shattered and I broke down crying. I had wanted nothing more than to be left alone after that and fell into a depressive state. However, it didn't seem as though that was going to happen as the Child Care Service people soon came to collect me. That is when I was put with a foster family; the Bakers. They lived a little further into town than I had with my parents so stores were easier to get to but I could no longer take the bus to school.
At first I had thought I would only be living with the Bakers for a few days. That, during that time, the Child Care Service people would be looking for my grandparents or my aunt. However, days turned to weeks and, before I knew it, I had been with the Bakers more than half a month. I could understand not being able to live with my grandparents, as they didn't have the money to support me. However, even though my aunt lived a few towns over, I didn't understand why I couldn't live with her or why she hadn't contacted me. Or why my grandparents couldn't so much as contact me for that matter.
Anyways, after the first few days of living with the Bakers I finally agreed to move in my things. Most of which consisted of the majority of my clothes, toys, dvds and books. As well as a few of my small nick knacks; including the knife my parents bought me a year ago. It was a dragon handle knife that my parents bought me after accidentally breaking the dragon snow globe I got for Christmas two years ago. The reason I hadn't moved in my things sooner was because I didn't know how long I was going to be there. So it could have been a waist of time if I were to only pack everything up again at some point.
Living with the Bakers was... an adjustment, to say the least. One I wish I didn't need to go through. While my life hadn't spontaneously become some kind of 'Cinderella story,' this family wasn't exactly what one would call the warm and welcoming type either. They might act that way in front of other people but that is all it was; an act.
The family itself is only made up of a man named Ben, a woman named Sandy, and their young son Robby. In my time living here, aside from having to deal with the parents, Robby was actually the biggest problem. He was only six years old, a good ten years younger than me, and one of the biggest brats I've had the displeasure of meeting. His parents, on the other hand, treat him as if he is a little angel that can do no wrong. Even when they witness him doing something wrong. According to them, they just think it's cute.
Anyways, it was a Tuesday night and my foster parents had gone out to Bingo. So I was left alone with Robby until ten at night. However, if that means I was babysitting than you are wrong. Even though I had babysat my cousins and younger sister in the past, the Bakers didn't trust me. Not after the first time they told me to watch him. Robby wrecked havoc on his bedroom, breaking a good number of things and getting himself hurt in the progress despite me trying to stop him.
Well, needless to say Robby lied and said I had been ignoring him in favor of playing on my computer. Him being their son who could do no wrong in their eyes was of coursed believed over me. Since then, Ben and Lisa didn't trust me so much being alone with their son, let alone babysit him. Which, in all honesty was fine with me. I didn't have the patience to deal with a brat like him anyways, and I was just lucky the family was unsuccessful in taking my laptop away.
So, yeah, I didn't really care about babysitting. What I did care about, however, was that the Bakers got a girl that tortured me in school to babysit. Lisa Towers. Let me tell you now, that girl is a real bitch. She is the kind of girl that likes to think the world revolves around her. I know most people find excuses behind a bully's behavior, like a sad past full of neglect or abuse, but no. Lisa was one of the richer kids in school. She is spoiled and a snob. She likes to gossip, bad talk about others and wont hold back from actually hurting others if she can get away with it. Why she is a babysitter I have no idea.
Anyways, while Lisa was watching Robby downstairs I lazied around in my bedroom. Laying on my bed I spent the time reading my Vampire Knight manga. I had six volumes and I couldn't wait for the seventh. I had already re-read through volumes one and two so I had started to read the third volume again. I loved ninety eight percent of everything that has to do with vampires so I absolutely loved this series. I loved it so much that I had gone online to read the chapters that weren't yet released in mangas.
However, as I was flipping to a new page, a loud banging from outside my room disrupted my attention. Yet, before I could react to the banging, my bedroom door suddenly swung open. Standing there, in the doorway, was my little foster brother Robby. I was about to yell at him to get out but, before I could, the little brat ran into my room, grabbed my book and ran back out laughing his little head off.
"Robby you little pest, give that back!" I shouted as I jumped off my bed. Wasting no time I rushed out of my room and began to chase Robby down for my Japanese style comic book.
"Hah hah, you can't catch me. Loser!" Robby taunted, waving my book in the air back and forth. I growled animalishly, something that likely would have surprised myself if I hadn't been too angry to care at the time.
The Baker house was rather large. A two story, four bedroom and two bathroom kind of house. There was a study, bathroom, two bedrooms and a hall closet upstairs. The living room, kitchen, Robby's bedroom, a spare bedroom, a library and two storage closets were downstairs. My room happened to be upstairs and that is where I was chasing Robby. That is, of course, until he ran downstairs with my book.
"Robby!" I yelled again as I sat on the railing to slide down the stairs. I had hoped, by doing so, I could beat him down and grab him easier. I nearly did too; until he took a sharp turn and ran into the living room that is.
"What's going on?"
Oh fuck, Lisa. I had almost forgotten about her. Again I had to question why a bitch like her got paid to watch over small children. The answer was actually obvious, even if I didn't want to admit it. See, even though she could be a complete ass to people her own age, I've heard that Lisa was actually very kind to small children and animals. In fact, from what I manged to learned, she was apparently a rather popular sitter around town due to this. Of course, this in no way changed my feelings for Lisa.
"Ashley's being mean to me!" I could hear Robby whine in the next room. I don't care if he was just six years old, I hated that little brat more than I could express.
Jumping off of the stair railing, I marched into the living room. It was a typical looking room, with two chairs, a couch made for three and a love seat, all of which were the same color and matched each other. The TV was pretty big and a wide screen but I don't know the size; I never cared to find out. A few family pictures, none of what included me which I was glad for, hung on the walls along with one mirror on one side. Other things such as tables, fake plants and phone books filled the room. In the middle of the room stood Lisa with Robby standing behind her legs. My book was now in the hands of Lisa herself.
"Give me my book back, Lisa." I demanded, my arm stretched out as I approached the younger girl. Oh yeah, I guess I should have mentioned before that Lisa was a year younger than me.
"Give me one good reason why I should listen to you."
I wasn't surprised at all when Lisa placed her arm up in the air, keeping my book out of reach. Even though I was a year older than her Lisa was tall for her age; half a foot taller than me. If it wasn't for the fact that Robby was hiding behind her, I'd easily push her over to get it back. It'd be the least she deserved for all the crap she pulled on me in school. Although, not only did I know doing that would get me in trouble with my foster parents, but Lisa would very likely retaliate later. So, I instead settled for just glaring at her as I walked closer.
"That belongs to me, Lisa, you have no right in keeping it from me. If you so much as bend a page I will force you to replace it." I threatened, now only inches from her face. She smirked at that, clearly more amused by my threat than anything, before turning to look behind her at Robby with a smile.
"Why don't you go play in your room, sweet heart?"
To my glee Robby eagerly agreed and ran off to his room. With the little brat now gone I could do whatever I had to to get my book away from Lisa. Knowing who she was, it wouldn't surprise me in the least if she tried to keep it if it meant it would make me mad. I don't think she'd rip it, as then I'd have proof of the damage but tossing it carelessly across the room is another thing altogether. Since I didn't want any of those to happen, I knew I'd have to take it back by force. Even if it did end up with me in trouble.
"Lisa, I am going to tell you one more time," I said as I grabbed the front of her shirt. "give me my book back now!" I snapped, and gave her shirt a hard tug before giving her a chance to reply. I don't know if it was due to my strength or Lisa being off balance, or caught off guard, but she tumbled forwards in result to my yank.
Even though Lisa didn't fall over, it still worked in my favor. For when I yanked on Lisa's shirt and she stumbled, her arm also lowered. Letting go of my grip on her shirt I quickly grabbed at the book that had been lowered into my reach. I could feel Lisa's grip tighten when she realized I grabbed it but her grip wasn't strong enough as I managed to pull the manga away from her and out of her reach.
"Thank you." Still feeling pissed I couldn't help feel a little mouthy as I was glared at. Lisa was a bitch and was lucky I kept myself from doing anything more than grabbing her shirt.
"You're going to regret that!" I heard Lisa shout from behind me. I had already turned my back on her and made my way back to my room.
"If you say so." I called back, unafraid of her. If she so much laid a finger on me, worse than what I did to her, she'd be the one getting in deep shit.
"Just wait until your parents hear what you did."
Now that made me tense. Not in fear but in anger. Lisa knew very well that the Bakers were not my parents. She even knew I hated being called a Baker and people thinking the Bakers were my parents. To put it simply I'd rather be called a orphan, which is what I was. Sometimes there was just lines people shouldn't cross.
"The Bakers aren't my freaking parents!" I shouted, my hands balled into a fist. I had to calm myself quickly, though, because I began to wrinkle my book.
Now even more pissed than I had been all night, I quickly marched back into my room. How dare Lisa get so low. Her parents should have spent more time teaching her to play nice rather than spoiling her. Seriously, Lisa is so rich her parents would send her to private school if this town had one. As it is, there is a rumor that Lisa is moving in the summer simply to go to a private school next year. As I said, she is a spoiled bitch. Sighs Well, the Bakers would be home in about twenty minutes or so and then Lisa would be forced to go home.