Warning: I don't know where I'm going with this but there will be violence, abuse, self harm and bad language.
Disclaimer: If i had owned twilight, Lauren would get Edward...lol. but i don't, its all SMeyer's. Or the song, don't own that either. I don't remember if they mentioned anything about Lauren's parents so forgive me if they did.
A/N i know these chapters are amazingly small but i'm building it up gently. And i know Lauren may not act like this in your eyes and if i've mutated her character by giving her a vulnerable side then i don't care because she is still just a teenager and a scared one at that in this chapter.
That night, as Lauren was laying in bed listening to Ordinary Day by Doloris O'Riordan, she pressed the earphones a little harder into her ears, wishing she could escape the sound of plates crashing beneath her.
Eyes tightly shut, she rolled over and hugged the sole teddy bear she owned to her chest.
A milky white bear called Cole, there were no bows or trinkets attached, the velvet of its skin was only marred, like Lauren's own, by a few splotches of dirt and a couple of black patches she'd sown on over the years. Cole had been given to her along with five hundred dollars on her tenth birthday.
Her parents rarely remembered her birthday, but when they did it was only money they gave her. As a teenager, Lauren was half happy with this but deep inside she wished they'd go, just once, to a store and pick her out a cake, or throw her a party.
It was the same at Christmas. Always money, always thrown at her, instead of handed.
Her mother, deeply affected mentally from the time she had been born was almost always drugged up because the times when she wasn't, she became as violent as her husband, throwing plates and tearing out anything she could get her hands on.
The screaming was louder now, Lauren realised, peeking out form the covers, right out side her door, loud enough that she could hear it even through the highest setting in her Ipod.
"Not tonight Jerry," Her mother hissed vehemently, "You will not do this to her tonight, not while I'm sane enough to stop you!"
Lauren's heart jolted. Her mother was protecting her? If she hadn't been so scared, Lauren would have laughed. I must be dreaming, right? She thought, pulling both earphones out of her ears in order to listen.
Another scream, this one quieter, almost as if it was slowly getting farther away, and then the bang.
Lauren's body jolted without and her permission a whimper passed her lips.
Silence. And then laughing, a male voice, jeering and mocking. She waiting, staring wide eyed at the black door that separated her from the devil incarnate. She waited for the tell tale creek as her door opened, but it didn't come.
The black wall stayed put, the only protection she had. After ten minutes Lauren allowed her body to relax, even more so when the door downstairs was slammed shut aggressively.
That's when Lauren noticed the blood.
It was seeping through the carpet under the door, almost crawling towards her, a crimson monster.
"Mommy?" She whispered, clutching Cole tighter.
There was no answer.