Brenda Hampton own the Secret Life of the American teenager, also its characters, all but Joseph that is and maybe a few others later.

Ashley's PoV

My feet had carried me across the street without my knowing. I don't know why I was here telling her all my problems, all my family secrets. Really, I'd just needed someone to talk to and it couldn't be Amy, especially after the little spat we just had. I'd hoped that after we moved here Amy and I wouldn't fight as much as we did in Texas, but some things never change.

Knocking on the thick wooden door, I waited patiently for someone to arrive and open it. "Coming," I heard someone say in a sing song voice. The door swung open and Adrian's face fell to a frown. I guess I wasn't whomever she was expecting. Crossing my arms over my chest, I felt a little insecure. Her gaze went from to annoyed to intrigued to a smirk.

"Ashley, come on in," She moved out the way and motioned for me to enter. The door closed behind me and she offered me a seat at the kitchen table. "So, what brings you to my humble abode?" Adrian leaned over the table in eagerness. She knew there was a problem, every time I was over here, there was a problem. I shrugged my shoulders and gazed at the floor as if I saw something interesting. Biting my lip I contemplated telling her about Amy and me. Her hand found my leg and a sincere look was plastered on her face. "Come on Ashley, we're friends, you can tell me anything," Her smile was genuine. Before I knew it, my mouth opened and I was telling her about everything.

"Amy, she's such a bitch. Some days I wish she wasn't even my sister, she always finds a way to get under my skin," Looking into Adrian's eyes I saw a glimpse of evil behind them, but it quickly went away as I came to a conclusion that it was nothing.

"How?"

"She's always had these issues you know. Sure, I can't blame her for it, she was born that way. Amy is an attention seeker and that really gets to me. My parents have always put Amy before me because they are scared she's going to go too far one day," I was afraid that she was going to go too far too.

"Oh, Ash, I'm sorry," Adrian's hand sat on top of mine. The heat coming off it was comforting and allowed me to talk more.

"No, its fine, I've learned to get over it now. Therapy had actually helped Amy out before we moved down here," I slapped myself mentally. Knowing I'd let out to much information I tore my gaze from Adrian's and back to the ground. I could practically feel her tensing.

"Therapy?" There was a smile in Adrian's voice. Hoping that silence would permit a change in the subject, I stayed quiet. "You have to tell me Ashley. Maybe it will help you get through a few problems you have with Amy," I highly doubt that. Adrian shook the table to get my attention and I finally looked at her again. May as well get this over with.

"Yeah, my sister has been in therapy. Amy had a drinking problem, attitude problems, and any other types of problems you can think of, she's had. You know what maybe I shouldn't be telling you this," I stood up prepared to leave, but Adrian grabbed my arm as I turned to leave.

"Please Ashley, I want to give you some tips on how to handle your sister and the only way I can do that, is if you tell me… everything," I could see the devil himself in her eyes, but my feet wouldn't move. I wanted to be here, telling Amy's dirty little secrets. Sighing I went back to the table and sat down.

"Amy's is very violent also," The story began there and it was never ending. Adrian made me feel like I had wanted to feel my entire life, wanted- needed. I was going to keep her around even if it meant hurting my only sister.

Adrian's PoV

Really the whole situation had been like taking candy from a baby, a hurt, scorned baby that had no hope. Ashley was an open book, her family was an open book and I couldn't take my eyes off the pages. It was just awful of Ashley to want to give up Amy so willingly, but I gave her something no one else had given her, attention. I loved that I had that power over her, over everyone. Let's face it; I'm a manipulative bitch who always gets what she wants. It's been like that since I could talk. My "charm" worked differently though, on men it was easy as pie, on women not so much, but once I complimented them a few times and gossiped about the latest thing, they couldn't say no to me. Ashley, though, she was the easiest, she was so fragile and all she needed was a friend, and what do you know, I'm that friend.

Amy wouldn't know what hit her once I knew all her secrets and used them against her, to let everyone know who she really was. Let me count a few off just to name some: alcoholic, bipolar, narcissist, hell, at one point anorexic, this chick has a load of baggage. According to Ashley, there are even more problems that there aren't even clinical names for. I knew Amy wasn't the innocent girl that everyone thought she was. I knew there was something about her she was hiding; let's face it, no ones that nice and sweet unless there are secrets. I almost felt bad for her, almost.

When everyone finds about Amy, it will kill her inside, she'll probably cry, or kill herself, but who cares? Well, I don't, her mom might, but after everything Amy has put her through probably not. I wanted this bitch to be permanently placed in a psych ward; I want to make her go insane. I'm surprised she hasn't already lost her mind, Amy, as much as I don't like her I have to admit, must have a very strong mentality. She's been going through hell since her pre-adolescent days; maybe this could help her heal, maybe.

All I really wanted to do was keep her away from Ricky, but seeing as she embarrassed me at the party, I officially hate her guts, so the issues would be for me and Ricky's relationship sake and the secrets, when I figure them out, will be for Amy's shame. Everyone will think she's such a mess, they'll probably feel sorry for her, but from firsthand experience, someone feeling sorry for you could drive you over the edge itself. The only thing I really had to do was tell someone who had mouth turrets and couldn't keep a secret to save their life, Madison.

I'd always used Madison in my schemes, she was so easy to use, and all she wanted was to be accepted by me. If I told Madison to walk on all fours through the packed hallway at school, she would, just to please me. Many girls would do that actually, they were like my puppets, even Grace, and soon, I would have a brand new puppet for my collection. I smirked at the thought. It will be my pleasure to string Amy up and control her by a stick for all the school to see. When I want her to jump she will jump. When I want her to speak, she will speak. Being my bitch was the price you had to pay for fucking with Adrian Lee.

All this scheming was making me hungry for something, and it wasn't food. I needed Ricky, he was the only one that could get the job done the way I wanted it done. Picking up my phone I typed in his number. The phone rang a few times before he answered, before he said hello I spoke into the phone.

"My place, now Ricky," I demanded him too come over because I knew that he knew what I wanted.

He sighed into the phone and I heard hesitance. "Not now Adrian. I'm not in the mood for you," The phone slipped out my hand and landed on the floor. Did he really just- I picked up the phone quickly and seethed.

"Are you rejecting me Ricky?" There was silence; all I could hear was him breathing lightly.

"That's what it sounds like Adrian. I'm just not in the mood today, don't take it personal, it's just me,"

"Don't take it personal? Don't take it personal?" I screamed into the phone. "You've never rejected me Ricky. What's the deal?"

"I told you, I'm just not in the mood," his tone held small bits of anger… at me. What the hell did I do? Angry or not, when I asked Ricky to come over here and screw me, he usually did, that's how we worked through our problems.

"Why no-" Before I could finish, I heard the familiar sound of a dial tone. The bastard hung up on me. Now it was on Amy, I know she had something to do with this; she had to have for Ricky to be rejecting me.

She was surely going to be a pawn in my hands now. Amy had just arrived in my town and she already has a lifelong enemy.

Amy's PoV

Nine, that's how old I'd been when I had my first violent outburst, the only one I could remember anyway. It was over a teddy bear that my mom was giving to the Salvation Army, I'd loved that bear, and he was my best friend at the time. During my elementary days, I was kind of a loner, which was probably how I should've stayed through high school. All I remember though is that all my problems started with that bear, no one knows why, even the therapist was baffled when I finally opened up.

My tantrums had become more prevalent when my mom took my best friend from me, I acted out. In the beginning, I believe, I was only doing it to hurt her feelings like she hurt mine. Sometimes, I would tell her I hated her and I could see the damage behind her eyes. My dad would scold me and tell me I don't know the meaning of hate, at the time I didn't. I just knew that it was the opposite of love, which couldn't have been good. I'd used hate a lot to describe my feelings for my family. Yes, it was a word that I threw around and didn't mean, but the word was prominent in my vocabulary.

I'd wanted to tell Ashley I hated her when we were arguing downstairs, but I held it in my mind. I'd already told her I hated her once and I felt guilty about it. I never apologized to her for that night, I'd ruined her birthday. The attention was supposed to be on her, but I'd come in and screwed it up. Ashley thinks I don't remember what happened that night, but I did. Really, I just could never find the words to say to her about it, usually I just pushed it to the side whenever it was the right time, which was almost never. The only time Ashley and I talked was before we argued.

Sometimes I felt like I was the reason for our arguments. Sometimes, I'm not even arguing with my sister, I'm arguing with myself. I'm always trying to convince myself that I've changed, even though I haven't. Mom, she believes it though, I want her to believe it because I want her to be proud of me. Let her down, that's what I feel like I've done.

Laying my head down on my pillow, I pulled myself into a ball. This is how I thought when I lashed out; this was how I pulled myself back together again. It was a defense mode, and I never knew what I was defending myself from, or who I was defending myself from.

(9 Years Ago) George's PoV

They'd taken her from me and the only thing I knew to do was call an old friend, someone that I hadn't been involved with for years, Joseph Castel. Joe, he would know what to do, he always knows what to do. He was a well put together person, his mind always clear from negative things. I knew he wouldn't take it too well, me calling him up, especially after our dispute. Joe had no idea that I had a family, well, he probably did, but I hid them from him. He doesn't know what they look like. I'd never involve my family with something as serious as my old life, because of them, I'd moved on from those days. Now though, it was time to reverse, go back to who I was, only for a while, until we found her.

There was no way that I could get the police involved, the enemy would surely kill the most precious thing I held to my heart, so I had to look in the other direction, the direction that I knew I could trust to bring her back to me unharmed, the family.

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A/N: Do you all think that I should put George's PoV and a few others from the past that lead up to George's murder? Let me know.