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+ 22	Scream.
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+ 36	Becca (9)

-Chapter One-

 

 

 

 

Longing oozed off of my face as I glanced out the window. Staring up at the sky I wished terribly that I could just fly away.  My hazel eyes lowered to the power lines and I found myself trailing over them.

“We will arrive within the hour.” The social worker said in her robotic voice and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Lovely.” I muttered loud enough for her to hear but she said nothing in response which was just fine with me.

Moving to a boring town to live with my father and his new family held no satisfaction for me. I could hardly even remember the name of it. Switching from the large city of New York to this place called Warwick…

That was the name… Warwick—a town on the small state of Rhode Island—where I had to spend the next two years with my father’s family; I could not wait until it was time for me to go to college.

But I couldn’t help but wonder what they looked like. I knew my father still looked the same; gray streaked caramel hair, hazel eyes, and a small gut but I had no clue what they looked like. He might’ve sent me a picture a while back but I threw out everything he sent. I never even attended his wedding (my mother did though).

Ugh. My mother.

Stupid bitch had to go and get arrested and make me move in with daddy. I knew that with her being a drunk and all that her drinking problems would backfire on her one day. I figured that it would be something as simple as drinking and driving.

But it wasn’t that simple.

She just had to collide into another car and kill one person and critically injure the other.

I glanced over at the social worker and immediately rolled my eyes. She looked exactly how I pictured one looked: all suited up, stilettos that clanked with every step, and black sunglasses that kept her eyes a mystery.

I guess she was pretty in that uptight kind of way. Bobbed jet black hair tucked behind her ears, small but sharp features, pallid skin, and a peculiar scar across her right cheek. Her height was very insignificant compared to mine (and it wasn’t because I was actually taller than average) but even if I wasn’t freakishly taller than all of the girls in my grade I still would have towered over her dainty size.

She was at least 4’10 and I was a monstrous 6’2.

I glared at my impossibly long legs before turning back over to the window and staring jadedly out onto the horizon.

“Within minutes we will reach our destination.” Her tight voice informed next to me and I sighed at her word choice.

Destination—she made me sound like a criminal or a secret agent and whatnot. Yep, she is definitely all business.

We were on a street with many nice houses that were not exactly mansions but more along the lines of rich and big houses. This was nothing like my small apartment that I lived with my mom in. In fact this neighborhood made me feel terribly poor.

The residents probably wore all nice dressy clothes that were branded and whatnot. On the other hand, here was I wearing jean shorts, my pumas, and a tank top.

Oh yes, I positively belong here.

The car slowed before stopping in front of a nice ivory house with a large wraparound porch equipped with a small sitting area and a comfortable looking swing. I couldn’t help but think of it as beautiful because it truly was.

I heard the slamming of a door and noticed that the social worker had gotten out already. Taking a deep breath, I too got out of the car and began walking up to the house. There was no need to get any of my stuff because it had been ported here a few days back so all I had with me was a small rucksack filled with some necessities.

Before either of us could even knock on the door it swung open and we were greeted by my father. He really was exactly how I remembered only it seemed that he has been working out. He also towered over the social worker (that was where I got my height from—he is 6’5)

“Jackie!” He exclaimed before pulling me into a bear hug. A different smell had taken over his body; it might’ve been cologne but it smelled fresher and nicer than that.

“Hey dad,” I choked out and he got the hint.

“I am so glad to see you, it’s been what?”

“Eight years.” My voice whipped out harshly but he ignored the venom and continued on in his friendly and warm behavior.

“Hello, I am Hal Winchester.” My dad greeted the social worker with an extended hand and she unwillingly took it.

“Kate Meyer.” Her tone was all business like and my father led us both into his nice home.

“One second…” He said leaving the room and coming back with a pretty petite blond by his side. “Jackie this is Liza, your stepmother, Liza this is my daughter Jackie.”

Liza and my mother had absolutely nothing in common. Like me, my mother was a dark beauty (but I thought of her as prettier because of her midnight eyes) and this Liza was like a porcelain doll. Light skin, light eyes, platinum blond hair, all that jazz; definitely too ice blond for my liking.

“I’ll let you three get acquainted while I talk to Ms. Meyer.” My father said leaving the room with the social worker.

“Wait… three?” I asked confused and from behind Liza walked out a fragile looking child.

“Oh, this is Becca, my daughter… she’s only nine.”

“I see the resemblance.” I mused and Becca sniffled a bit beside her mother.

“Hi.” Her soprano voice squeaked out.

“Hi.” I kept my voice calm and easy so that it wouldn’t be overwhelmed with the anger brewing beneath.

These were the people my father ditched my mother and me for?

Becca coughed and I couldn’t help but raise my noise a little bit—I do not fancy ill people very much, I hate being sick.

If I had compared Liza to a porcelain doll this child must be… a glass doll!

Her skin was more translucent than it was pale and her eyes had purple bags beneath them as if she had endured many sleepless nights. Becca sniffled once more and I casually took an unnoticeable step back.

“Becca has allergies.” Liza clarified but that didn’t make me feel better.

It was extremely awkward to be standing by the people that I despised for such a long time. Sometimes I would imagine myself yelling at them (though my visions of them were way off) but I never thought I could stand silently beside them.

“So where am I staying?” I asked wanting to leave this situation and Liza practically jumped.

“Oh, of course follow me.” She said walking up a nice staircase. I followed her with a small glance back at Becca who was just standing down there quietly.

“Don’t mind Becca, she doesn’t say much, especially not to strangers.”

“Oh.” I said vacantly.

Liza eventually stopped at a white door at the end of the hall and opened it up for me. My stuff was placed neatly around the room and I was almost taken aback; they touched my stuff.

“You may arrange it any way you want, Hal and I just thought that it would be a bit easier if we helped.”

“Thanks.” I seethed through my teeth. “May I be alone to get it set up?”

“Oh, yes, of course.” Liza responded leaving me alone in my new room. I shut the door after her and plopped down on a comfortable looking chair.

Part of me just wanted to massacre this room and the entire house but my self-control got the better of me. I even wanted to scream but that would send up them all up in a hurry so I just sat there with my mouth shut.

I glowered at the door as I noticed a small shadow beneath it.

Dammit… go away.

 

 

 

 

 

(Author’s Note: Well I am not sure about my other story Violet Hill, I mean I like it and the ending is good but I don’t know I just don’t really feel for it anymore… I may continue but probably not. I do however like this story much better because I need a break from writing romances… I mean after a while they just tend to be the same old thing.)

(This is only the beginning so it may not be the most interesting at the moment but it will get better as I go on so don’t worry it won’t just be about so girl that hates the things happening in her life at the moment.)

(I know that it seems strange that her mother’s actions don’t bother her but that doesn’t mean they always won’t—just wanted to clarify that but don’t worry I didn’t spoil some big thing.)

(Tell me what you think or if I should continue Becca! Thanks!)

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