Okay, so if any of you read my fanfic from a we months ago. I'm reposting it...again. Yep, it's the second time. But here it is any way. Another chapter in each post.



Chapter One:

I don't really remember when his drinking started, but I remember when he first hit me. November 16th, my 12th birthday. I don't remember doing anything wrong either. Just one day he came home a little late, I ran and hugged him.
He smiled and rubbed. "hey honey..howyadoooin?" He said slurring at the end. I took a step back smelling the alcohol in his breath immediately.
"Dad, have you been drinking?"
"no..Ihavenawbeeendrinkiiiing" He said stumbling to stand up.
"Dad, you're drunk." I said taking another step back.
"ItolyouuI'mnawdruuuunkhoneey" He said smiling stupidly stepping towards me.
"yes you are." I said taking multiple steps back.
"Imnawdrunksweeeteeey.." He said leaning over me to hug me again.
"no..stay away from me!" I said dodging him, letting him fall onto the ground and now standing against a wall worriedly.
He groaned as he hit the ground and stood up slowly, almost falling down again.
"why'djoomakemefaalldown?" He said angrily taking faster steps, amazingly, to me. I didn't dare move but let him glare down at me.
"dad...get away from me.."
"no..Idunwantoo..youmademe...falldown..that's un..except..tabuul." He said louder than before.
"dad, I just, you're drunk please listen..."
"I'm NOT DRUNK!" He said lifting up his arm and bringing it down swiftly, striking the side of my face, knocking me to the ground. I felt the tears trickle from my eyes, but I didn't say anything and just layed there silently. This wasn't the dad I knew, but the dad I would learn about. Every night brought a new lesson.
But anyways, that was then and this is now. Only difference is I'm 14.
He's still drunk and abusive.
And I'm still his daughter, Rylee Saporta.

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Chapter Two:

So let's say that I'm normal. I'd have a normal life. Have a normal family. Live in a normal house. Live not afraid to hear the garage door open. Be happy basically.
Point is though, I'm not. Far from it actually.
I'm not ashamed. Disapointed, scared, angry. Not ashamed. It's not my fault. Never. I won't believe that, because I simply know it's not true. It's his.
That man they nicknamed Gabanti. Pfft, now he's just some stranger I know as Dad, the maker of pain. Lovely. Fangs up. Drunkass.
I don't know what I'm getting at but, maybe I just like to talk. Make people feel sorry for me. If it works, great. I love being a charity case.
Whatever. I mean as I sit here doing homework on my bed, I can only think of how much time I have left till he gets home. Sometimes, rarely, he comes home sober. Even then though, he's not that great, because one time he was sober he decided to take the lock of my door. Apparently he believes that privacy is a privlege I don't deserve. Why? What have I done? That or he's some sort of pedophile. Hmm, who even knows what goes through that mans head? Certainly not even himself.
So countdown time. Once I hear his car pull in, I know just about how many seconds I have to take action.
About a minute and thirty-five. Actually, I'm estimating, but if you were in my situation, you would have to, too.
So here we go.
Car door. Front door. Fall on floor. Stand up. Slump upstairs. Push open lockless door.
"um...hi..D-dad"
"why'syourroooomssooomeesssy?" Um, it's spotless, but as I said, who knows what he's thinking.
"it's not messy Dad."
"yessitis!"
"no." I said quiet, yet still defiant.
"YESITIS!" He said grabbing my stick of vanilla deodorant and chucking it at me, pelting my shoulder. I yelped, pathetically I might add.
"I'm sorry..I jus-" He chucked a music box at me. Head shot. Not very hard, but well it still fucking hurt. I then started to cry and hid under my covers, whimpering "stop, stop.." quietly.
After throwing the music box he left my room and meandered over to his. I didn't get out from under the covers, but could tell this when I heard a thump. He fell against the wall. Typical. Silence for a little then.
Flush.
Beer barf. Because it sure as hell wasn't anything else, coming home as drunk as him, that was for sure.
Then more silence, and I figured he had then passed out on his bed.
I sighed and rubbed my forehead, staying under the covers and slowly falling asleep.
Oh and incase your wondering, yeah I do have a social worker. Name's Julee. She kind of sucks and working out things, but I can't really pick and choose people who want to help me. Whatever.
Sleep now.

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The next day, I had this strange feeling. This feeling that something epic was going to happen. I don't know, sometimes I just randomly get these feelings. They make absolutely no sense sometimes, but I just follow them for some reason. Well not really follow, just listen, but call it what you want.
So waking up averyday is pretty easy. No hassle from dad, because, well. He's hungover. Gonna be asleep until he wakes up to go to the bar or work. I don't even really know if he works. I mean, we live in a crappy house, and he never really buys me anything, and I keep seeing bills stack up. He use to make a bit of money, but you know. His band never really got big. I don't care but, it would be nice if he could actually work, get some money, and pay some bills. And not waste it all on booze. But that's just him.
Gabriel is supposed to be an angel, not a lush.
Anyway though, nearly everyday I take a shower in the morning, do my hair, get dressed, eat breakfast, shockingly there's food, and etc. Grab my bag and walk to school. Even when I'm 16, I'm don't think I'll be wanting to drive either of his cars, who knows how many times he's gotten "sick" in them. Eww.
I arrive at school, go through a normal day, and luckily, the music box didn't create a bruise, so no one suspects anything. Once my teacher patted me on the back and I flinched and say ow too loud. She thought I was joking, but when she did it again, I yelled even louder, and she sent me to the clinic. So I took of my shirt, and sure enough, there they were, 7 bruises. Like a painful connect the dots. That's when I got Julee assigned to me.
So now since I haven't said anything, and they haven't noticed anything, I think they think that it's stopped. Yeah right, but I don't want to make a scene.
You know, I normally enjoy my day at school, because no one bullies me or anything, so I don't live in fear. But today, three words, could ensue so much fear in me.
"Skulliosis Screening Today."
Shit.
Ok, it was a really bad thing, I could probably expect it, but I didn't it. I can't object to it really, I already told you, I don't like to cause a scene. But what can you call those purple spots on my back exactly. Whatever.
So here it went.
Shirt off. Bend over. Nurse gasps. Says a few things to me. Shirt on. Out of office.
And even if I didn't hear it, I'm pretty damn sure she called Julee. Wonderful.
So instead of actually finishing that day of school. DFACS, or the state or something, had Julee come pick me up. She hugged me gently and I smiled weakly, then frowned. I sighed and got into the passenger seat of her car. She then started to drive to a part of town I had never seen.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked confused.
"To a foster home. Honey, if this was still going on, why didn't you say anything?" She asked concerned, making a left turned as she did.
"I didn't want to cause a scene.." I admitted quietly.
"Honey, you should never hold back on these kinds of things, especially when it's dangerous to your health."
"I'm sorry."
"it's okay." She told me smiling, and pulling into the driveway of a moderate sized home. "okay honey, this is your foster family's home. I'll let them introduce themselves and such and you'll stay here till the court date, and when a decision is made. Don't worry about clothes, they've said to buy you some, and other things you'll need. And they're really nice, and..just don't worry honey. You don't have to be afraid anymore. I hope so atleast." She said quickly and smiling at the same time.
She stepped out of her car, as did I, and we both walked up to the door. She rang it once, and pretty soon afterwards a tall lean man opened it. I looked up at him blankly as he spoke.
"Hello, I'm William Beckett, your new foster dad."

Chapter Three:

"Hello, I'm Rylee." I said, not telling him my last name, figuring he knew already.
"Nice to meet you.." He replied smiling that stupid smile. I suppose it's rude to insult him if he was nice enough to take me in. Whatever.
I stepped into his house and looked around. It was a change for me, because being that my father wastes all his money on booze, I didn't know what an average sized house's interior looked like. I suppose that didn't really matter now though.
I stood next to Julee silently and followed her and William to his living room. I sat quietly on the couch and looked at the coffee table boredly. They kept talking about me, and discussing certain 'foster parent' matters. It was kinda awkward sitting there, listening to them talk about me, but what else could I do?
"um..," I said interrupting them. "where's your bathroom?"
"oh um.." Started William, standing up and pointing down a hallway. "down there, second door on the right."
"oh, thank you." I said quickly, not smiling though. I stood up and walked very fast down the hallway. I opened the door, stepped in and shut it a little too loud. Oops, oh well though.
I then looked in the mirror and sighed. God, the music box had finally made a bruise, one about an inch and a half wide above my left eye. Great. Just great. Pfft.
Nevermind that now though, I leaned against the door and listened to them talk. I knew now that I was gone from sight they would really start talking about me.
"so..what's Rylee like..personality wise?" William questioned.
"oh..um..she's actually rather quiet, reserved. Easily scared."
"well I don't blame her, her father was horrible when he got drunk and I was still friends with him."
Wait, he knows my dad? How can this be?
"Well anyways," Julee started, obviously wanting to change the subject. "you have two children of your own right?"
"Yes, I do. The twins, Jayson and Alex...they're both eighteen."(old William, heheh)
"okay, well, you said you could buy Rylee clothes and such."
"yes sure of course.."
"okay, well..I guess all we have to do is sign some last few forms."
I sighed then actually went to the bathroom, and when I came out and walked back to he living room, I found Julee gone. Whatever.
William stood there smiling, looking down at me and then said. "so, you wanna meet my family?"
"sure." I said shrugging.
"well, really just my boys, my wife's at work."
"okay."
"alright," He told me kindly. "Jayson, Alex!" He yelled, but not too loud.
Just then two tall lanky boys, just like their father, walked down the steps. One had shoulder length brown wavy hair, and the other had a very asymetrical cut of blonde straight hair. They smiled sweetly and spoke.
"Hi, I'm Jayson." Said the brunette.
"so, I guess that makes me Alex." Said the other.
"nice to meet you...I'm uh...Rylee.."
Just then, ring! ring! Telephone.
"oh will you excuse me?" William said quickly and rushing into another room to pick up the phone, leaving me and the twins. And as soon as that happened, a devilish smile spread across each of their faces, their eyes not meeting mine, but lower, and spoke.
"heh heh. You're cute."

(claps) Yaa!!! i loved this fic! glad ur reposting!

Chapter Four:

"um..uh.." Was the only way I could think of responding to that. I mean, how would anyone? These boys were four years older than me, and they were staring at my chest.
And I had to live with them. For heaven knows how long.
"what, you are cute." Said Jayson, smirking.
I didn't respond.
"ooh..shy are we? I like em shy.." Oh lord no. I escaped an abusive father, just to be thrown into the midst of two horny teenage boys. Now is when my bra size really made me angry. Damn you genetics!
Then Alex started walking towards me, getting about two inches away, peering down my shirt. He lifted up an arm and attempted to touch my face. I then started to slap his hand away, but he quickly grabbed mine, and bent my fingers backwards, while holding my wrist with the same hand.
"I wouldn't suggest doing that if I were you." Smirked Jayson, watching my face written in agony.
Alex bent them back a little more then let go.
Another devilish smile spread across his face.
"tsk, tsk, tsk. such a pretty face." He said, now sliding the back of his hand across my cheek. "I'd hate to have to wreck it." He said slyly, and then turning around and walking back up the stairs with his brother.
They then stopped at the top of the stairs, and turned the heads in unison.
"We're sure you'll like it here. heh heh." They said smiling and then walking into their room.
Shit.

Just then William came back from the kitchen, which was like in the back, so of course he heard none of that. Typical of an oblivious parent, well, sober oblivious. Cause my dad's always oblivious. Obviously.
"so..I take it you talk to the boys a little...how do you like them?"
"Well, they're pedophiles who are probably planning something as we speak, but other than that, they're wonderful!" Uh no.
"they're okay. Just boys I suppose."
"yeah, they're pretty nice.", and horny. I really wanted to add that, but, why would I? Do I seem that stupid?
Don't answer that.
William then walked back over to the living room where we sat down again.
"so. Rylee Saporta huh?" Well..yeah, I sure hope you know my name.
"yep."
"You know I use to be friends with your dad."
"Huh?" I asked shocked, even though I already knew.
"Don't worry, though we stopped talking after he started drinking, but yeah we use to be real close him and me. Gabanti and BillVy. Course, you don't know about any of that. Course you do know, your dad's former band, Cobra Starship. Well his and my band, The Academy Is.., use to always tour together. So that's how. But when he turned thirty his drinking got out of control. When you were born, he pretty much quit. But I guess something went wrong and he just snapped." He said frowning, "I'm sorry he took it out on you though."
"it's okay, it's not your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for." I told him shrugging.
"but enough of the past. Let's deal with right now."
"well, speaking of right now, what should I call you..?"
"uh. let's see, William, Will, Bill, anything's fine really. 'Cept Mr. Beckett, that makes me feel so old."
"okay. I'll just stick with William."
"well, then that's settled. would you like to see your room?"
"sure." I said smiling and standing up, following him up the stairs and into a room.
"Okay, so here's one of our guest rooms, but I guess it'll be your room for now." I looked around the white walled room. A computer, a queen bed, and a desk and bookshelf. Pretty average.
"also, you have a door over there connecting to the bathroom." He told me, pointing at the door to my left. "And, on the other side of the bathroom is the door connecting to the boys room."
"okay."
"so, make yourself at home. I have to go pay some bills and what not. Just tell the boys if you need anything."
"sure." I said watching him turn around and walk down the stairs. When he was out of sight, I immediately heard a creak of a door, to find Jayson and Alex's faces staring at me.
"How convient." They said, once again in unison.
Perfect, just perfect.

Chapter Five:

I was shaking just looking at them. I didn't want to say anything, but it came out anyway, and I regretted it, just as fast as I said it.
"Get away from me." I told them sternly, glaring at them. A fake half scared glare, but I was trying.
"Hmm, I don't really feel like it." Said Jayson snidely, walking over to me as I sat on the bed. He looked down at me smirking. "Alex already told you, you have a pretty face, don't make us hurt it." He paused, and lifted up a hand. "More than it already is." He said poking the bruise above my eye hard. I winced and shut my eyes tight, wishing it would stop. Eventually he quit and stood up, but not before he managed to slightly lick my cheek. I shuddered as he did, and watched him carefully as he walked back to where Alex stood smirking.
"Aww, poor baby. Don't worry, you'll get use to it." He said with a grin across his face. Use ot it? What had they practiced this? On who? Themselves? Oh god no, this is bad, I don't need to be imagining twin incest now. I'm not a pervert, but it just came to mind. Off the subject now.
I then glared at both of them. Now angry. Real anger. I crossed my arms and stared them down.
"Don't you look cute, pouting and all." Said Alex, sauntering over. He stood straight in front of me and crouched down a little to meet my eyes level.
"Come on, give me a little kiss." He said smiling devilishly. I refused though and sat there boring holes into his head.
"Little kiss?" He asked as I felt his hand around my wrist and fingers again. I squealed a little and leaned in barely kissing him, and then. His other hand pushed me down against the bed, pinning me down hand on my breast. He then enlongated the kiss and inserted a little, no a lot of tongue. I squirmed and kicked and tried pushing him off of me. Finally he stopped and stood up. He squeezed my cheeks a little and said. "oh, and I like that little squeal." Oh lord.
And then after all that, the two pervs, walked out of my room and back into theirs.
Finally.
Sure it was comforting knowing they weren't in my room persay. Then again, they were only like two seconds away. How the fuck was that suppose to be comforting!?
How?
Exactly it's not. It seems like trouble, and pain, and the likes follow me wherever I go. It just doesn't want to get rid of me. Lucky me.
I didn't know what to do now though, I wanted to use the computer, but it felt wa to awkward after that. So I ultimately went to sleep. Where at least the nightmares weren't as bad as reality.
At least.
It feels weird thinking this, but I know something worse is soon to happen.
Lucky. Me.

Chapter Six:

I woke up the next morning at about 9:30, luckily it was a Saturday so no school. Good because, well I didn't have any clothes, and my father wasn't allowed within so many feet of me, so I wouldn't be able to go get clothes from my house. So, hopefully they would buy me some today. Cause I couldn't wear the same clothes forever.
That's just disgusting.
Plain out. Disgusting.
Anyway, I pulled my self out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, I stared into the mirror, to see the bruise the same as it was yesterday. I sighed and washed my face a little with some bar soap and water. It was really the best hygiene I could keep up at the moment. I twitched my nose and quickly got out of that room. I knew very well what, or rather who, were on the other side of that door.
I fell back onto the bed for a moment then forced my self to stand up and walk downstairs to the kitchen, where I found William, Alex, Jayson, and a blonde haired women, William's wife and the splitting image of Alex. I sighed quietly to myself and walked over to them.
I wacthed all of them for a moment, all of them looking down at me, well there were all like 6 foot something, and I'm like only 4'11'' or something, really sad.
"sorry, to stare..you're just all so much taller than me.."
They all laughed a little.
"no, you're just a midget" Said William's wife smiling. "anyway, I'm Rita, William's wife, if that wasn't already obvious."
"Well, yeah, and Alex,"That perv, "looks exactly like you, so I just figured."
"yeah most people catch on quickly." She said smiling, and shrugging.
"but anyway...why is everyone up so early, on a Saturday?"
"Well, we're kinda all morning people..so yeah." Said William shrugging as Rita did.
"oh, I see."
"That and we're going to the mall to get you some clothes today, all five of us."
Me+Rita+William+Alex+Jayson=Five.
Shit.
But of course those pedos wanted to come, to see if what I bought was revealing enough or something.
Just like them.
That's so pathetic to have to say, but it's true.
"Okay, but I feel so bad that I can't just get my own clothes from my house, restraining order though.."
"Don't worry honey, it's okay. We took you in, we expected this." Rita told me sweetly.
"alright. Thank you then."
"you're very welcome"
"so...cereal Rylee?" Alex asked me, after being silent all this time, probably fantasizing or some shit like that.
"um..s-sure" I said scared, even though I knew they wouldn't pull anything with their parents standing there. He just made me nervous OK?
Who wouldn't be nervous, knowing he was a possible rapist?
He passed me the box of Cheerios and a bowl. I poured some Cheerios, then the milk, and spooned some into my mouth.

*******

We soon headed out to the car and piled in. It was only a small compact car, so it perfectly fit five. William and Rita in front, and me Jayson, and Alex in the back. Course, me being the smallest had to sit in the middle. Squished between them snuggly. I'm sure they enjoyed it.
But I sure as hell didn't.
After we had been driving for awhile William pulled over and parked by a very upscale restaurant, "Fogo de Chão".
"Can you three wait here while we go make some reservations for tonight? It's our anniversary, you see.."
"oh, ok."
"so, We'll just be a minute." He said quickly as him and Rita stepped out of the car and walked in.
I heard the twins snicker and sat there nervous.
"You knew about this...didn't you?"
"Why wouldn't we know about a prime opportunity?" Alex asked me smirking.
"please no.." I pleaded.
"hey, we took you in, remember?" Jayson said.
"It's the least you can do in return." They said, yet again in unison. Which was pretty impressive, but I sure didn't like what it implied

Chapter Seven:

We went to the mall for a while after they had made their reservation, it was okay and all, but knowing what was going to happen that night wasn't. I knew I could I tell William and Rita, but I had only been with them one day, I could stand it out for a while. I had to. I didn't want to be one of those kids that go through foster homes like pairs of shoes. But I had to do something. I had to.
But what?
Who knew...

****

Later we ended up back at the house with about 4 bags. It was a lot of clothes, but I guess I needed them. I walked up to my room with all four and pretty much just threw them on the bed and layed down on it, next to them. Ugh, what was I supposed to do? I don't know. I honestly don't.
Runaway.
It seemed a little sketchy, but I didn't want to be raped. Who would?
That's all I could really think of, and it would have to do.
Frankly, I didn't know which was worse, the twins or my father. All I knew was that I wanted to get away from all of it.
So I closed my door, locked it, and the one connecting to the bathroom, and changed my clothes. I then threw the clothes I was previously wearing in the trash. I wasn't planning on sticking around long enough to have them washed, so why did it matter?
I then picked up my school bookbag, dumped all my stuff out of it, papers, journals, textbooks, etc, into the trash as well. I sighed rubbed my head. I couldn't believe I was having to do this. Why couldn't I just have a regular life?
Why?
I know that life isn't fair.
But it shouldn't get to a point where I hate it.

*****

About three hours later William and Rita left to go the restaurant, and the twins and I were left alone. Great.
A few minutes after their car left, I heard a creak from the bathroom door. I hadn't unlocked it, but I'm sure they had already figured out long ago how to unlock. How wonderful. First Alex stepped in, immediately followed by Jayson. They smiled and sauntered over to me.
"Hey darling..." Jayson said sweetly, that fake.
He stood in front of me once again, and smirked at me. I sat there shaking, scared shitless, and waited for whatever he was about to do. He smiled quickly and pushed me extremly hard onto the bed, and licked up my cheek. Gross. I then felt his hands go up my shirt, and grab my breasts. He squeezed them, and I squealed. He laughed a little, and started making out with me.
"stop.." I tried murmuring as he kissed me.
"stop!" I yelled, when he took a breath.
"What?" He asked me angrily.
"I have to go bathroom.."
"Um...fine." He said letting me get up. I stood up slowly, and walked into the bathroom.
"what..you're, not going to follow me in."
"we don't have pee fetishes.." Alex said quickly as I closed the door.
I blinked and locked the door. I open a cabinet under the sink, and pulled out the bookbag from when I stashed it there earlier. I unzipped it and pulled out the long rope of sheets I had tied together. I opened the window quietly, and threw one end of it out the window. I tied the other end around the shower curtain bar. I put the backpack on my shoulders and climbed out the window holding onto the rope and repelled to the ground.
I soon touched the ground, and started to run towards the city. I kept running and running. I didn't look back. I didn't want to look back.
Free at last...I hope.

Chapter Eight:

After running for awhile, my feet just wanted to stop. I was never the one to try out for track, but there was no way I was stopping. Whether or not those pedos were following me, I wasn't sure. I just knew I had to run.
Run, run, run.
But where.
I didn't know.
Like I said, this whole plan was sketchy to begin with.
And lemme tell ya', it didn't get any better.
But running for so long...I just had to...stop.
My knees buckled and I fell to the ground. I was going to pass out. No! I had to keep going. I sighed and looked behind me, to the side, and back in front of me. Where was I? Had I just been running to get away, not even bothering to notice where I was. Yes.
Typical, one-sighted me. Ugh...
But then, a voice rang out in the darkness. A similar voice, a chilling voice.
Jayson.
I looked to the side through some trees to see a car. Their car.
I whimpered, almost crying and stared at the ground.
Got. To get. Up.
I told myself trying to get motivated.
So then I pushed myself up from the ground and attempted to stand up. I wobbled like a baby learning to walk, but eventually found my balance. But as I started to walk it was a constant struggle with gravity and my own personal limits. And becoming to heavy, I had to drop the bookbag and started dragging it. I groaned and moaned with every step I took. I couldn't stand it any more. And after ten more minutes I just collapsed.
And in the most convient area too, right next to the restaurant Rita and William were eating at.
I had to get up, I had to.
But I couldn't.
No. I had been running for atleast fifteen minutes straight, and walking for another ten. The most hellish twenty-five minutes of my life.
Oh, and did I mention there were people staring at me through the window. I must've made an interesting diner show. And these people sure were enjoying me. The woman panicking, not sure what to do, and the man, well a little to interested. But as my luck would have it Rita, yes her, walked by in the restaurant.
Well the panicking woman must have caught her attention, cause she looked out the window. Then looked again and her eyes went wide. She stared at me for a moment and then ran to get William.
Now it may sound stupid the fact that I was lying on the ground for this long. But I really couldn't move.
So pretty soon I heard another voice, one not so chilling.
"Rylee...what...what are you- what happened?" Said a very concerned Mr. Beckett.

Chapter Nine:

I glanced up at him, meeting his scared look.
"I..." Not able to spit it out.
"You what..?"
"I..."
"Where were you going.."
"Can please.." Heavy breathing. "talk about" Curse my asthma. "this late...er?" I said gasping for air and clutching onto william's arm trying to stand up.
"William." Rita said worriedly, noticing my breathing issues.
"What?" He said uninterestedly, as he helped me up and I continued to gasped for air.
"William!" She yelled, which wasn't probably even loud or odd at this point considering that the whole restuarant was staring at us through that window.
But William quickly realized what she was yelling about.
"D'You have asthma?"
I nodded quickly and gestured to my bag which Rita had some how gotten in her hands. I guess she figured I meant 'inhaler' and handed me the bag. I grabbed it hurridly and found my inhaler quickly. I used it the prescribed amount of times and started to feel air rush to my lungs again.
I stood up again, with still some struggle, but breathing a lot easier now.
"So, now tell me-" My foster father started again.
"Honey....not now." She said gesturing in a manner similar to that of Vanna White to the people staring through the window since we were just that interesting.
William sighed in a agreeing manner and starting walking towards their car.
"Come on let's just go home. We can ask questions tomorrow.."
We piled into the car and headed home after that, neither of them, or myself, muttering another word.
Yes, I never really had planned a place to go after running away, but was going back to that house, really what I wanted?
No.

*************

Well, we finally got back at the house about half an hour later. Which compared to how long it took me to walk/run there was odd. Maybe, I'm faster than I think. That or I probably went some weird backway in my histeria.
Regardless, I was now back at the house which I had only about an hour ago had run from. I had truely come full circle.
Whatever.
But as soon as arriving home I just grabbed my bag and sulked up stairs, well I wouldn't call it sulking, more like...uh, ran-out-of-energy-collasped-twice-suffered-asthma-attack walking. If, that is, you can say that in one breath with out having an attack of your own.
I really didn't what to see the boys' faces again that night, and just wanted to go to sleep. But as fate would have it, I saw their smirking faces peep out of their bedroom that was connected by a bathroom to mine.
Still just as delightful as ever.
Ugh!
"Back huh?" They said once again in unison. I swear, did they plan every fucking thing they said?
"Fuck off." Was my simple answer, yet they seemed a bit taken a back. What? Did I come off as a goodie goodie gumdrops girl to them? Well no, but they didn't say anything else to me and slunk back into their room.
I rolled my eyes and threw myself onto the bed in my room. Though, I hated this house and wanted so desperately to leave it, who could deny a perfectly good bed? Not me. And for the rest of the night I just hoped that I could get to sleep, and that there would be no more drama.
But that's not how my life went was it?
Nope.
And sure enough, there went the doorbell. My door still open, I listened to see who it was.
I heard William walk to the door and it creaked open.
"William..whydidjoosteal....mahdaughter?" Said a familar, haunting voice.
Daddy?

Chapter Ten:[ooooh double digits]

"Gabe...you're not supposed to be here" William said sternly.
"I wannuhseemahRylee!" My slurring father insisted.
"Gabe. I'm gonna call the police."
"Whyyyy?" Asked a confused drunken man sounding like a child.
"Gabe, why do you think she's here in the first place?"
"I dunnoknow.."
"Exactly...you don't know anything when you're drunk!" He shouted, as I crawled out of bed and peeked out my door watching exactly what was happening.
"I'm nawdrunk- Rylee!" He yelled spotting my head.
Shit.
"Gabe. Get out." William told him through gritted teeth while trying to force him out of the house. But Gabe's strength, especially as a drunk, proved to be stronger and he made his way into the house.
"Ryleeeeee!" He yelled for me, as he ran up the stairs to me.
No! I quickly got back into my room and attempted to lock the door, but fumbling with it for awhile, Gabe bursted into my room.
"Ahh!" I squealed and tried to run away, but he quickly grabbed me and started carrying me like a groom would his bride.
"Dad...let..let me down.."
"Lesgo home Rylee...." He said walking out towards the stairs, completely ignoring my request.
He step out next to the stairs and stood there for awhile, doing I don't know what in his head, while holding me over the banister!
"Gabe...don't drop your daughter.." He instructed my spaced father who was almost about to drop me from the second story.
My insane father slowly pulled me back to safety and started to walk back to the stairs.
"Dad...put me down." And this time....he listened. But of course instead of putting me down on my feet. He just dropped me! On the stairs too.
This was not my night.
And then I just rolled, down 15 steps, banging my head on every one.
"Rylee!" William yelled and rushed to me as I tried to get up, probably having suffered a concusion. William just kneeled there and helped my sit up.
First running, now this...
Could it get any worse?
Probably.
"Gabe, look what you've done."
"Ryleee..." My father said in a saddened tone, almost rushing to me, but he was apprehending by.... the twins? What? They did something good for once?
Shocking.
"That's enough Mr.Saporta." In unison, of course. Those creepy bastards. The twins were pinning my father against the wall. Did they actually care about me? Strange. But whatever.
Them helpful? Weird.
Regardless, behind me I heard footsteps, Rita's heeled.
"Rylee...you poor thing..." She said sympathetically, brushing hair out of my face as I lay on the ground, not even attempting to get up.
"Rita.." Started William. "call 911."
And that was the last thing I heard before things went black for awhile.

Chapter Eleven:

I blinked my eyes open and looked around to find myself sitting in the passenger seat of the Becketts' car.
Anyway, what was I doing in here?
Wait....think on it...oh yeeeaaah, I fell down a flight of stairs. Thanks daddy dearest. Ugh...
I turned to my left to find William sitting next to me.
"oh...you here?" I asked stupidly.
"well..who did you think was driving the car?" He said laughing and smiling. "but I'm glad your awake."
"how...how long was I out?"
"uh...about only five or six minutes. Not long. But I'm taking you to emergency right now."
"what?"
"Well...you just fell down fifteen or so stairs...it's more than likely that you have a concusion.."
Oh. Yeah..
"you might not, but it's good to be sure, right?"
"uh..yeah.." I didn't sound too concerned, which was pretty....odd... you know? Take it that I was the injured one. What was wrong with me?...
Well a number of things.
But anyway I then asked, "what happened to my dad?"
And then..an awkward silence.
"oh...well.." He started. "when the cops arrived he started freaking out and flailing his arms about. Then theyy tased him, he calmed down. They were told the story...he was arrested, I put you in the car...and well. Here we are."
"oh...I see.." I said quietly.
"no..really..we're here." He said gesturing to the large building in front of me...
The hospital. Well...duh.
"Oh!" I said shocked a bit at it. I obviously hadn't been to the hospital lately, taken my former family relations.
Ugh..
But regardless I got up and out of the car. Rather quickly.
A bit too quickly that I almost fell down. I was a bit nauseous as well.
Was this how it felt to be drunk?
Hmm..
Oh well, because for now I had to find out if I had a concusion. What fun!
...
So walking into the waiting room was fun enough, what was even funner was listening to William explain what happened to me.
"uh...uh..she.." Clearly he had never gone through this. "she kinda fell down the stairs."
"um. How many stairs?" The secretary, or whatever, inquired.
"fifteen." He admitted rather sheepishly. Probably embarrassed that a child in his care had been hurt like this.
The secretary looked a little skeptical but handed him over some forms on a clipboard.
"Okay..sir fill these out and she'll be called in for a catscan in a few minutes."
He nodded grabed the clipped and walked with me over to a set of empty chairs.
I slouched down in the chair and tappened my fingers till..
"Rylee...Saporta?" An emergency tech called, probably surprised at the weirdness of my last name. And who wouldn't be. What in bloody hell kind of name is Saporta. The word 'supporter' with a Boston accent? Sure, sure.
Regardless I stood up and went in for the catscan.

**********

So fast foward to after that extremly clausterphobic experience. Turns out, I didn't have a concusion, I would just be a bit queasy for awhile. And I guess that was okay.
Well...better than having a concusion that's for sure.
Anyway as we piled back into the car and headed home there was just one thing I had to wonder.
What had made the twins hold my father back from me?
Just what?

Chapter Twelve:

Arriving home was weird enough, but what was even weirder was seeing those twins faces again. I had to find out what made them help me.
Then again..it was probably a really stupid.
Well...here goes.
After slowly stepping into the house I walked up the stairs...a little cautious to, after tonight's experience I would never think of stairs in the same way.
Whatever.
Into my room, then I fell on my bed.
Creak....
Here we go.
"Hey, you're back." Asked Alex.
"Yeah..regretfully."
"Not to us." Admitted Jayson, smirk upon his face.
"Yeah, I know.." I said sighing. "Listen...why did you help me back then?"
And just when I thought some remarkable hidden wonderful quality would reveal itself, some one slammed a door in my face.
"To get on your good side."
My mouth would have just sat there a little gaping for awhile had I not gotten so angry all of a sudden.
"Get the fuck out of this room you pedophiles, before I report you!" I said gritting my teeth.
"Then why haven't you yet?" They asked raising an eyebrow each.
They had got me there. Why hadn't I just told on them?
I sat there silent for a moment, then..
"I..I..I just...b-because.."
"Exactly...you're too afraid...and that's what we like about you." Alex said smirking as the two turned around and receaded back into their room.
"Night."
And that left me to fall asleep thinking about it.
Was I that afraid of rejection, of being hurt?
Well it sure as hell wasn't my fault. After years of abuse, wasn't it normal to expect those things from others?
Wasn't it?


*******Skip Past Sunday To Monday*******


Two days later it was monday. Great.
School.
Well anyway, turns out, I was going to start going to a private school.
First off, high school as a freshman was bad enough, but a private school.
Ugh....
And with them too.
Someone save me.
And this private school wore uniforms too. So why did I bother buying all those new clothes anyway?
Whatever.
Atleast the uniform wasn't too bad, black pleated skirt, short sleeve white collar shirt, with some black tights, and loafers.
Could of been worse.
But probably the worst part of this experience of this whole thing would be getting to school. Riding in a car no way.
So...I opted to walk.
Surprisingly, I knew where the school was so, I figured it would be easy to walk there.
Wrong.
Rain.
Obviously, I hadn't expected this and didn't bring an umbrella.
Phuket, Thailand.
But of course there to save the day, duh duh da duh!
ALex and Jayson Beckett in their little car.
"Hey..Rylee...get in the car." Alex beckoned.
"No way." I said sternly. "I rather risk a fierce northern downpour than your hellish uproar."
"Come on...you're gonna get sick."
"No.." sniffle. "I'm not." Curse my fall allergies.
"See.."
"I'm not-"
"Get in the car!" Yelled a very annoyed Jayson. "I can't go 12 miles per hours anymore, I'm stopping traffic!"
"Fine." I said sukily, and slipped into the back.
"Good girl." Jayson said, as if he was rewarding a dog.
"Fuck off." I said crossing my arms and pouting.
Alex rolled his eyes and within a few minutes we arrived at the school.
"See. here we are!
"whoo..." I said boredly.
"Be a little more thankful that we kindly drove you here."
"You made me!" I said angrily slamming the door on my way out.
"boo hoo." They said sarcastically.
"Leave me alone." I said walking towards the school.
"Babe I'll never leave you alone" Alex muttered as he clutched me by the shoulder.
"Let me go!" I said shaking him off and falling backwards, knocking another kid to the ground with me. A boy.
"Sorry..." I said hurridly when I stood up.
"Oh...no..it's okay.." The boy stood up and looked at Alex and Jayson, I could tell he was younger than them. "Hey...leave her alone."
"Fuck off..." They said rolling their eyes and trudging towards school.
"I'm sorry about them...they're always bothering girls."
Now I knew I wasn't the only one.
"No..it's..it's okay...but thanks."
"No problem...I'm Mylo, Mylo Ross, by the way."
"I'm....I'm...saved"

Chapter Thirteen:

"Oh..I'm Rylee...Rylee Saporta.."
"Nice meeting you..."
"Strange circumstances, but nice meeting you too." I said shrugging.
"Um, are you new? 'Cause I've never seen you 'round, and you sure didn't know about the Beckett twins."
Oh ho ho, did I.
"Uh. yeah. Kinda. I am."
"what year?" He questioned.
"Uh...freshman."
"oh." He said a little saddened.
"What? Can you not talk to me now or something? Is it that bad to talk-"
"No, no, no. I was just joking." He said joking, patting me on the head as if rewarding a dog. It felt weird, but for some reason, I blushed. Was I already falling for him?
No.
I couldn't.
Not now.
But maybe, like I thought, maybe he could save me from them.
Maybe.
"oh...sorry."
"Don't be so serious." He said smiling and shrugging.
"But we better get to school or we'll be in serious trouble."
"Right." I said nodding, stupidly too, and following him to the four sets of double doors.
And dayum. This school was big. Nowhere near as big as my school. Yeah, I had seen its exterior, but never inside, and never had I imagined. And obviously he could tell I thought it was big because..
"Big huh?"
"what? Oh yeah, definetly, I don't know how I'm gonna manage not getting lost."
"Oh, well I'll definetly help you."
"You're what, a sophmore? How is that supposed to work out?"
"well." He started, pausing to think for a moment. "I can cut some classes. I was never that great a student to begin with anyway." Probably more of a reason to stay in class, but whatever he wanted.
"But...you barely know me."
"Well, I think of it as a way to end that."
"Sure, but you should probably take me to this homeroom," I said pointing to a name on a list, "before first bell rings."
"Right." He said nodding quickly and whisking me off if one directions.

-----

So after running from class to class with a sophmore boy who I barely knew, I actually managed to get to classes in time. I was more surprised than I thought I would be actually.
This boy barely knew the school better than I would of.
Great job picking him, well not like there was any other choice. Regardless, it was probably an okay day, besides all the embarassing introduction. But introductions were probably not as bad when the teacher wouldn't even adknowledge your existence in the classroom. That was the worst. It was like being thrown it a shark tank drenched in blood.
Fun.
But after school I found Mylo waiting. Yeah, we had hung out for atleast a few minutes between each class, but I still barely knew him, so this came as a huge surprise.
"You waited for me?"
"Of course, I'm driving you home..."
"Oh...I-" I said, almost gesturing towards the parking lot where I had met him.
"Had a ride?"
"Uh.."
"With them?" He asked disaprovingly. "What were you doing getting a ride to school with them, and about to get back in that car after this morning."
"I.."
"Who gets a ride with two people they don't even know?"
"I know them."
"What?" He asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow. "how?"
"They're....they're my foster brothers."

Chapter Fourteen:

"F-foster brothers....but how? why?" He asked confused.
"I'd...I'd rather not talk about it.." I said biting my lip and watching my shoes.
"Oh, sorry I suppose that was to personal a question to ask at this point."
I sighed. "It's okay...I figured people would ask that."
"So," He started, qetting the hint that I wanted to change the topic. "should I take you back home or..."
"Or?"
"my house?" He asked nervously, hoping I would say yes.
"Sure." I said happily and smiling. Yeah, I barely knew the kid, but he seemed a helluva lot better than the twins.
And you can take that to the bank my friends.
"Well then get on in," He said like a gameshow host as he opened the passenger door and gestured for me to slide it. So I did. He quickly ran over to the driver's side and with the click of a seatbelt and the rev of the engine we were off.
"Um..how long have you been driving by yourself?" I asked, feeling a little quesy at the speed he was going combined with his swerving.
"uh...2 weeks? Why?" He said taking one hand of the wheel to turn on the radio, which I took upon myself to yell at him.
"Put that hand back on the wheel Mylo Ross!"
"oops." He said laughing a little and slapping the hand back on the wheel. "oh, and by the way my middle name is Cale."
"what?"
"Well normally when people yell another person's name they use a middle name too...so I figured I just tell you."
"Well..alright Mylo Cale Ross."
"See there you go...by the way, since I've told you mine, what's yours?"
"Uh..." I paused, not wanting to admit to my embarassing middle name.
"Come on, I told you mine!" He insisted.
"Absinthe..." I admited quietly. Yes, it was one of my dad's favorite liquor, even almost 15 years ago. I'm just glad he saved it for my middle name. That wonderful bastard.
"Like..like the liquor?!" He said laughing, looking over at me.
"EYES on the road Cale!" I yelled angrily.
"Alright calm down....Absinthe.." He said smirking and turning back to the road as he pulled into his driveway. "My little green fairy."
"Shut up...." I told him, having heard the joke many a time from friends. Which made me come to hate Moulin Rouge! and my father combined.
"Sorry..I just had to." he said stepping out of the car.
"Retard.." I said doing the same and walking to his side.
"This is your house?!" I said shocked, it was even bigger than the Becketts'
"Well yeah..." He said shrugging.
"Aww...Mylo the rich boy."
"Shut up." He said pouting.
"Silly boy."
"Let's just go inside." He said ignoring me for a moment.
I rolled my eyes and followed in his footsteps. We walked up a set of four bricks stairs, he unlocked the front door and stepped into his house, me in tow. And his house, the inside was incredible, but more on that later.<