Disclaimer: I don't own Shake it Up!
READ: In odd-numbered chapters (odd numbered chapters are Cece-centric) italics mean flash-backs.
In even-numbered chapters (Rocky-centric chapters) italics are a little voice in the back of her head, trying to help her...
Cece sighed as she sat at the table of the café next to her apartment building. These days, it seemed that her and Rocky were being driven further and further apart. And she did not like it.
"Hey, Cece, 'sup?" Ty asked, concerned, as he sat down next to her, "Something seems to be bothering you."
"It's Rocky! She's spending all her time with Danny! I hardly get to see her anymore, and there's something not quite right about that Danny kid."
"What do you mean? And who's Danny?"
"Rocky's new boyfriend. And the issue is that he's too perfect. He's smart, nice, funny, chivalrous, athletic and hot!" Cece exclaimed.
"Sounds like someone's jealous." Ty teased.
"I am so not jealous! It's just, it's not possible to be that perfect, so I'm wondering what's wrong with him, and why he needs to hide it."
"Deep thoughts for Cece Jones."
"Hey! But see what I mean, my main flaws? I'm stupid and cocky. Yours? You're very arrogant and narcissistic."
"Wow, thanks."
"No seriously, get what I mean? I can usually see a person's flaws so easily. It's generally the first thing I notice about them."
"And you're sure you're not jealous."
"Yes! I actually like another guy, so, yeah!"
"Who?"
"Can't tell you. Rocky doesn't even know yet, because I never get to tell her, because she's always with Danny!"
"Oh. By the way. You used the words narcissistic and arrogant in one sentence. Maybe you're smarter than you think."
"Oh, thanks, Ty!"
"No problem."
"Hey!" Cece screamed, pointing at Rocky, who had been trying to sneak past her into the apartment building.
"Oh, hey, guys. What's up?" She stammered, looking uncomfortable,
"Oh, nothing much, wait, what's that on your arm ?" Cece asked, grabbing Rocky's arm and holding it up to inspect it. She gasped at the swollen bruises on both her wrists.
"Oh, ummm, it's nothing, Cece. Really it's not important."
"What happened?" Ty interjected.
"Oh, nothing. I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and hurt my wrists when I caught myself."
"Oh my god! Come on, I'll get you a ice pack for that!" Cece exclaimed, though she didn't believe a word of it. She looked down at Rocky's wrists, the bruises seemed very familiar…
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"Cecelia, I'm not in the mood for games. Where the hell are you!"
"Right here daddy!" Cece exclaimed happily, though she remembered what her daddy had done to mommy last night. He had hit her, and pushed her. But he would still love her, wouldn't he? Even if he didn't love mommy? He would never hit her. She was his little Cecelia.
"There you are! What the fuck do you think you're doing, hiding like that?" Her eyes widened, daddy never talked like that around her and Flynn. And he smelled funny. Like that drink her and Flynn weren't allowed to drink.
"Sorry daddy, I was just playing."
"Sorry doesn't cut it!" He said, grabbing her wrists violently, wrenching them until she cried out, "Daddy! Daddy stop it! You're hurting me! It hurts!"
"Don't do it again, got it! GOT IT!"
She nodded fearfully.
"Good," He said, letting go of her wrists, "Now don't do it again, understand?"
She nodded again, and he left, satisfied. She looked down at her wrists in horror. Had her daddy really done that to her? His little Cecelia?
From that moment on, little Cece Jones never disobeyed her father. Not once. It was a lot harder for her mother. Her mother was a feminist. That was the main difference between her and her mother. Her mother would stand up for her rights as a woman. Cece was a survivor. She did whatever it took to survive.
A year passed, and they settled into a routine. Her and her mother took her father's abuse, Flynn was safe. And it seemed it would stay this way. They got used to it, and lived with the pain, until the day he went too far.
Smack. Cece winced as she heard her father's hand collide with her mother's face.
"What the hell was that for!" Her mother screeched.
"I've finally figured it out. You cheated on me, bitch."
"What! How dare you accuse me of cheating! I wouldn't do that! And you goddamn know it, too!"
"Cece's not my daughter. I mean, there's no way I could have spawned a retarded child like her. And neither of us are redheads. I don't know how I didn't notice sooner."
"The red hair? Your mother is a redhead! She gets it from your side of the family!"
"Don't you talk to me like that, bitch! I won't fucking stand for it!"
Cece peaked into the kitchen, and saw her dad gripping her mother's face by the chin, shaking her, and forcing her to stare into his eyes.
Her mother stumbles back. Away from his hands, away from him, "I just don't know who you are, anymore, James. You never used to be like this."
She walked of angrily, "I'm going for a drive." she declares, leaving. Leaving daddy. Leaving me. Daddy looks around, and walks toward Flynn's room. Cece stares after, wide-eyed. Was he going to hurt her baby brother?
She heard Flynn scream, and ran into his room.
A/N: So…. what do you think? Review? Maybe?