Chapter 4:
A/N: Hey everybody! So, this chapter is in the POV of the girl, just so you know. Like I said before, there will be a minor character death either in this chapter or the next one, depending on how things play out. So, now we will finally get to meet the girl, and things will finally start to play out! YAY! Go me! JK. Sort of. Okay, now I'm rambling. I'll stop talking now so you can read the story.
Oh, and I forgot to add a disclaimer at the top, so I though I'd just do it now. It's better than none!
Okay, Disclaimer: I do not own charmed, I only own my own characters. Wow that's a lot of "owns" in one sentence. Did you know that own is now flipped around? Heh. That's funny. Ooookay then that was weird. *hits self in head and talks to self* shut up shut up! Just shut up already so they can read the story!
Okay, here goes. Please read, and as always, review! Oh, and there will be some cursing and graphic abuse in this chapter, so be forewarned….
"Jessica! Time to wake up! You're social worker will be here soon!" Jessica's foster mom yelled up the stairs
Jessica opened her eyes and groaned. She stretched, yawned, and then look at the clock. It read six o'clock in the morning. "Yup, guess it's time to get up again." Jess thought to herself
"JESSICA!!! YOU GET YOUR STUPID, LAZY ASS DOWN HERE IN ONE MINUTE!!! DRESSED AND READY TO GO!!! YOU LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!!!" Jess heard her foster father yell
Jess pinched her lips to keep from yelling back that her foster mother wasn't her real mother. She knew that was just asking for trouble. She got up, dressed as fast as she could, and ran downstairs to keep her foster father from yelling again.
"I'm here! Sorry I'm late." Jessica apologized
"Too slow. Be here faster." Her foster father scolded, and slapped her across the face
"Now, go get some breakfast. Eat quickly." He demanded
Jessica turned, eyes watering from the slap. She wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall, and went into the kitchen where her foster mother was making breakfast.
"Would you like some orange juice?" Her foster mother, Elizabeth, asked
"Yes, please." Jessica responded "Do you need help with anything?"
"No thanks, breakfast should be ready soon." Elizabeth replied "Tom, breakfast is ready." She called to her husband
"I'll be there in a second" Tom snapped
Elizabeth gritted her teeth as she served Jessica her orange juice. Soon, Tom stomped into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
"Get me the newspaper." He grunted to Elizabeth, and she handed him the paper
After serving her husband his breakfast and coffee, Elizabeth sat down and served herself.
"Damnit woman, you put to much cream in my coffee." Tom yelled. He stood up, dumped the burning coffee on Elizabeth, and said "Make me a new one. This time, do the cream right."
Elizabeth stood up and poured him a new cup, and put the right amount of cream in it. She gave it to her husband, sat down, and started to eat, looking cautiously at Tom to see if he was pleased.
Tom took a sip, grunted, and got back to his breakfast. Jessica sat quietly and ate her breakfast, taking care not to look up.
After an awkward meal, Jessica and Elizabeth got up, cleared the table, and did the dishes while Tom went to the living room to watch television. After the dishes were done, Jessica went up to her room and Elizabeth went to change her shirt and try to heal her blistering skin from the burning coffee.
Jessica went to her room and sat down on her bed with the door closed. She got out her sketchbook and began to draw, as a way to forget about Tom and Elizabeth. Elizabeth wasn't so bad. The only time she got abusive with Jessica was if she felt pressured by Tom to be so. Tom was the worst. Any little thing that was out of place, and he would just blow. His face and ears would get red, and you knew you were in trouble. Jessica thought of all the other foster homes she'd been to, and hoped that whoever her new social worker was would notice that things were not right and get her out of here.
The morning passed fairly quickly. Jessica had stayed in her room as usual, just drawing and thinking. She looked at the clock on her bedside table which read 12:30. The social worker was going to be here in half an hour. She sighed and her stomach rumbled. She always seemed to be hungry now. Tom usually made sure that she got a lot less than he and Elizabeth.
"Jessica! Come down here! The social worker will be here soon!" Elizabeth called
Jessica jumped up and walked downstairs as quickly as she could so not to repeat what had happened this morning.
"Alright, Jessica. We need to go over what you are to say and not to say to this social worker. You are not allowed to tell her that we have been anything but nice, generous, and wonderful parents. You are not allowed to show her any of your bruises or anything like that. You are to always smile and never look scared. And you are never to show her my wine cellar or gun collection. Understand?" Tom asked
"Yes." Jessica said quietly
"I said, UNDERSTAND?" Tom asked louder
"Yes." Jessica said, looking down.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU ARE TALKING!!!! SHOW SOME RESPECT!!!" Tom screamed
He took Jessica by the hair and threw her down to the floor. Elizabeth stepped in and said "Enough, Tom! Stop abusing her!" Tom glared at Elizabeth.
"Never say that! I am the man of this house, and what I say goes!" He yelled
He punched Elizabeth hard in the stomach, and slammed her head against the glass cabinet with all the good china. Her neck was sliced and cuts were all over her body, and bleeding heavily. Jessica pushed herself up and saw a car pull up to the front of the house and people jumping out of it. They walked up the front porch and rang the doorbell. Tom slammed Elizabeth into the glass again, and she went limp, the glass shattering around her. Tom then grabbed a gun from his collection. Jessica crawled over to the door and opened it revealing Mr. Caraway, Paige, and Phoebe. Tom ran to the door and pulled the trigger. Then, he turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger again.
Jessica collapsed on the ground, too weak to crawl any more. Unfortunately, Tom had hit someone else the first time his trigger shot, and Mr. Caraway was lying on the ground, dead. Phoebe and Paige looked shocked, but not only because of what had just happened. They looked shocked, because as they saw Jessica lying down, they realized she resembled someone who they knew very well. She was, in fact, a dead ringer for…
Author's Note: Yay! Cliffhanger! Wow that was a very action packed gory chapter. I'm sorry if it offended anyone somehow, but that's the way my story goes. So there were THREE minor character deaths instead of the one that I originally thought of. Originally, Mr. Caraway was going to be the only death, but as I was writing it, I though, well, why not? This way, I don't have to deal with all that parental custody stuff. It all kind of came together in the end. But please, review! I'd love to hear what you think. The faster and more that you review, the faster I'll reveal who Jessica belongs to and her connections and stuff like that. So, REVIEW!!! Yay and this was a pretty looooonnnnng chapter too! I feel very proud of myself. It's good to be back, and my trip to Iowa was AWESOME! We completely demolished a house that had been damaged in the floods. I got to use a sledgehammer. YAY SLEDGHAMMERS! Okay I'm rambling again. Now, press that button and review! Oh and my other stories will also be updated today, or at least that is the goal. Okay, I'll shut up now. Please REVIEW!