Vicky made me her personal slave for the rest of the day...After she...Made me dress up...In girl clothes. I have skinny arms and legs, so she decided to get more clothes and make me clean in them. "I said I'm sorry..." I said to her once more. She shrugged, "Sorry isn't going to cut it, now would you rather be my maid, or my sister?" She asked me, I frowned, "What? Ugh..."

I didn't take her as the type to play dress up...Although this is more torture then having fun. "Neither?" I asked sweetly, she made a puke face and glared at me, "Or would you want to be my test subject for my new weapons?" Those aren't real, but I bet they hurt. I shook my head I don't want to do any of those...Umm...I've been meaning to say this, but I was going to wait until I was in big trouble, or in a pinch with Vicky, but I guess now would work. "Um...You know..." this could work to my advantage where she gets mad but doesn't hurt me, or it could be a disadvantage, she might just get mad and do something that will hurt me.

"What?" She asked. Courage is all I need, she's evil, but not so much she'll kill me. "Your choice of clothing is bold..." the image of her this morning popped into my head. I closed my eyes expecting to be hit with something hard, but all she did was slap the back of my head gently, "Dumbass." And then she went into her room and brought me my clothes...Well she threw them at me, but it's the same thing. I didn't see her expression when I said that, so I'm not sure that she's mad or not. But the way she hit me...It didn't mean anything, but her voice sounded soft, when I put my clothes back on, Vicky didn't talk to me that entire day, even the next day, and then on Friday, Vicky was getting ready to leave so I got ready and waited at the door, am I making the right decision?

It was evening, Vicky came down in her usual get up, black pants and a green T-shirt, when she saw me she sighed with annoyance, "What do you want smartass?" She still has that cold tone in her voice but I can tell she's changed, and she doesn't like it, "You're the one who said I have to go with you." I explained.

I gulped when she showed me that smile, I felt a chill go up my spine, you know your evil when you can make anyone tremble with just a look. "Get in the car."

Ten minutes later we arrived at a house, the exterior of the house was painted white, with a red colored roof, a chimney running up the right side of the house, and a satellite dish and garage on the left. There was some bushes in the front of the house, and a pathway leading up the front door. There was also a treehouse in the backyard. We got out and went to the front door, I looked at Vicky and it was like I could see her forming a plan in her head as we waited for whoever this is, to open the door.

Behind the door we heard a woman with a cheerful voice say, "Timmy! Vicky's here!" Vicky started smiling which creeped me out, she glared at me and her smile returned once the door opened, "Hello Mrs. Turner!" Vicky said in a voice I never heard before, "We'll be back on Sunday night, as usual Timmy's bedtime is eight'o clock. And this is your pay, thank you so much for always watching Timmy for us!" Mrs. Turner said, she seems really excited to leave her son with Vicky...I looked down and frowned. I shouldn't think like that, not all parents are like mine.

"Who's this?" Mrs. Turner asked. I looked up at her, she was wearing white pants and a blue shirt with a white collar, and she also had a pink bracelet on her right arm. She had blue eyes, and purple earrings on. But she actually looked like she wanted to leave as soon as possible...As fast as possible. "Just my little b- yeah my little brother." Vicky stumbled on her words, that's a first.

But brother? She doesn't actually see me as one, right? But now that I think about it...It could be true. I mean she is older than me, and I am kind of adopted now...So in a way I'm her brother, I think I need to learn more about this stuff, because I'm clueless.

I'm not upset about it, but I don't like it either, not because of the way she is, it's because...I guess in a way I see her as someone I can be with, someone I can trust. Despite her, Uh, bad attitude, I think she's nice deep down, just seeing her can lift my spirits up, and just being around her can also do the same thing.

"Come in, we'll be heading out in a couple of minutes." Mrs. Turner said. We walked in and were met by a small boy in a pink shirt and pink hat, he wore dark blue pants and shoes, his hair was brown, and he also had blue eyes and buck teeth. He didn't look too happy about being left here with Vicky, a minute later a man started to come down stairs. "Alright hunny! Let's hit the road!" Are these two purposelessly leaving? Is it because of him? Or maybe their marriage isn't that great, so they go on these get a ways. Or maybe I'm thinking too much into it.

A few seconds later the Turners left, "Alright twerp, get started on the bathrooms." Vicky's usual cold tone returned, Timmy sighed and walked away, I guess he's used to it now. "So..." I started, Vicky put her hand on my shoulder and steered me to the kitchen, and then she said, "One cleans, and the other makes me food, you know what I like, mess this up and you get to clean the basement!" She sounded delighted when she mentioned the basement. I nodded hesitantly, when she speaks like this it means she's got something planned and that I have no say in any of this.

I made some spaghetti, enough for us three...Something I'm not supposed to do. I've cleaned a basement before, so I can handle it. Before I could finish the spaghetti, Vicky came into the kitchen, she never checks on me, I'm honestly confused, and maybe a little scared too. "V-Vicky...Uh, I'm just about-

"You know that looks like it'll be way too much for me...Enough for three people, exactly enough." Her voice was calm and collated, I gulped this is what she was hoping for, wasn't she? She knows I'm trying to change, so she knew I was going to disobey her and make enough for us three, I played right into her plan.

"Get downstairs smartass." A little smiled formed at the corner of her mouth...It wasn't a pleasant one, I could feel my skin crawl as she smiled. "Alright..." I said quietly, she made sure I finished making her food and then she put the rest away and told me that if I want to eat, which I won't, the basement better look like they just moved here.

Basically I have to move everything around and just do the laundry probably sweep and whatever. She's making this really hard for me to change. A few hours later I finished, well there's still some laundry, but it can wait. It's already midnight, I walked upstairs and went into the living room. I found Vicky sleeping. "Great..." I mumbled and looked around for some blankets, or sheets. I went up to second floor and went into the closet, I found one sheet but that was it, I sighed. "I guess I'm sleeping without a blanket tonight..."

I went back down and put the sheet on Vicky and sat on the couch until I fell asleep. It took an hour for me just to get tired, thoughts of before David left came floating into my mind, I was never able to go to school, now that I think back on it, I was never able to go outside, so I have no friends. Whenever I went to my room at night and opened my window to look at the stars, David would come up and check on me, at first I thought he was worried, as a kid that's what I thought…But now, he wasn't just checking up on me. He was making sure I didn't leave, but when he came up and showed me that fake smile, there was something else behind that face…Disgust, and hatred.

His light blue eyes stared into my purple eyes, nothing alike…So when Vicky side that our family pictures were interesting…She meant that I didn't look like them, didn't she. David Young, he was fit and smart, he had jet black hair and light blue eyes, he wasn't exactly tall, but he still looked like he could be a good father. But when your child doesn't look like the mother or father…Well, that can tear apart any family. Especially since it's their first kid. I don't know when I fell asleep but when I did, I started dreaming.

"Hey dad?" My voice was high pitched but quiet, my father looked down at me, at first he looked annoyed but quickly replaced it with a bright smile, "Yes Alex?" He answered and looked down at me.

"I was watching something on T.V, baseball…I was wondering-

"Sorry Alex, I got work to do, maybe next time." He didn't even hesitate, I frowned and went into the living room. I was three years old, by the time I could understand what my mother and father were saying. They never once…Called me son.

I woke up to the sound of a T.V, there was some explosions and gunshots, my eyes opened and I felt warm, what the…? I don't remember grabbing this. A white sheet that Vicky was using was around me. I looked at my surroundings, I'm at Timmy Turner's house. Are these memories going to keep coming back to me when I sleep or is it going to be once and awhile…I could feel my cheeks, I was crying while sleeping, "You know, crying because you couldn't go home last night is what babies do, so don't." Vicky said and kept watching T.V.

I wiped my cheeks, and showed her the sheet, "It was too hot last night." She said casually. I just stared at her and looked outside, "I'm going back…"

"To where?"

Her question made me freeze, that dream made me really depressed. If I go back, I'll be alone, and then I might…Do something I'll regret. I opened my mouth to say home, but where is home for me? I need to throw this away, I have to stop thinking like this, I have to forget this feeling. I walked up to Vicky and fell to my knees, I feel safe around her, "What the-

I rested my head on her knees and collated myself, she's the reason I'm not dead…If she wasn't there, I obviously wouldn't be here, anyone would try to end it if both their parents ditched them at my age, although it was David who left first. But Helen leaving pushed me to the edge, the edge I'm constantly standing by, I could fall off easy, but if Vicky is there, I could just stand there and never walk off that edge.

I exhaled slowly and looked up at Vicky, "Sorry…Just felt a little down, so what do you have for me today?" I asked.

Vicky smirked, "Oh, I have a few things in mind."

When Sunday came, Vicky and I went back to her house, and our regular routine continued, a few weeks past and Tootie asked me something that everyone forgot to tell her, "Where are your parents?"

"Tootie!" Nicky scolded her, I laughed. "It's okay…" I thought of what to tell her, I guess plain and simple should be enough, "They left me. My father left when I was six and my mother left when I turned ten, which was last month." I explained to Tootie, she wasn't sure how to react, which I found strange, "Why did they leave you? You seem perfectly fine to me." The question Tootie asked, intrigued Nicky and Jerry, but then Jerry said, "It's rude to ask someone you barely know a personal question…" I can tell even he wants to know. I figured it out, but I know they're my real parents…It's just that I look nothing like them.

"After five years of spending time with my dad I never noticed that he hated me, the day I was born, they treasured me, or so I thought, they didn't harm me in any way. But they despised me because I looked nothing like them, they started to accuse each other of cheating…" I smirked at thought of not being related to one of them, but I know at the bottom of my heart, they're my parents.

All those arguments they had when I was young, they directed it at each other, but then they saw me and decided to ignore me, and not let their anger out on me…In a way they cared…But that didn't last long, once they couldn't control that anger, they left. At least that's what I think. Between having a dream about the past and talking about the past, I'd say having a dream is worse…

I don't know why, but I keep their photo close to me, I pulled it out of my pocket. I showed them. Nicky sighed sadly and walked over to me and sat on the arm rest of the couch she started to ruffle my hair around, "Some of us are born different, have you ever thought that maybe sometimes that a child in your family is born with different colored eyes, and looks different than the child's parents? If you have a look at your family's history than maybe you'll see that they're your real parents, you'll see that they made a mistake." Nicky told me reassuringly.

Adults, they always amaze me, although some don't act like adults, but in the end they're indeed adults. "I'm a kid, I may be tall, but that doesn't make me a genius. It never came to mind, the only thing I thought was, why leave me alone? I'm only ten…I was already breaking, but when my mother left me, I broke."

I didn't get much done over the weekend or yesterday, because I was sick, but he it is. It's a little bit longer, but it'll do.

Thanks for reading! I hope you all have an awesome day!

Rilurz~

P.s~ To everyone who left reviews thank you, I really liked the beginning too, hopefully you'll like the rest of the story though, every story that has a good beginning sometimes becomes shitty in the middle, I hope I'm not doing that, even thought this isn't the middle...Maybe, anyway, thank you, I'd like to hear more from you guys/ladies