Bulletproof (BVB and PTV fanfic!)

Chapter 1

So hey there! I'm Ash and this is one of the first stories that I am working on from this profile:) My other stories didn't go so well so I'm hoping that I can do better with some fan fics. Check out my BOTDF story 'That Girl...' I'm sure you will find something interesting!

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"Creating art or something beautiful makes you a more fullfilled person than they could ever be because they are more caught up in what they hate, rather than what they love." -Andy Biersack

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Erica's POV

I can't really help that I am the way I am. It's the one thing that's hardest to change about yourself. I can't help that I would rather sit alone in my room than socialize with people. I can't help that I would much rather draw than go to a party and drink. I can't change the fact that I am not attractive, in fact I'm a very unattractive person, or so I have been told. I'm always the outcast, the loner, the weird girl that doesn't have any friends and likes it that way. It's always been who I am and I'm not changing it any time soon.

I looked up from my latest drawing, a girl sitting with her arms on her knees, letting tears fall onto a rose in her hands. I hadn't planned on drawing it, but a lot of times, my emotions take over and I don't even realize what I have drawn until it's done. I just get lost in the emotion.

"ERICAAAA! I TOLD YOU TO GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND CLEAN THIS FUCKING HOUSE!"

Shit. My foster mother, Shannon, was a mean bitch and when she told you to do something, you did it, no questions asked. If you didn't, you had to suffer the consequences. I got up from my small bed and slid my sketch pad under the pillow. Shannon loved to have her real daughter, Christi, come up and destroy my things. I made my way to the door of my attic bedroom, opened it and made my way down the stairs to the kitchen. When my foot hit the last step, I was grabbed by my hair and forcefully pulled to the floor. I looked up at Shannon with fear in my eyes. Damn I really screwed up.

"I could have sworn I told you to clean this house before I got home, but no. What did you do? You sat up in your room and lazed around like the ungrateful little bitch that you are. We give you a home, food, a bed to sleep on, a roof over your head, but do you appreciate it? No. I am sick of putting up with you, and as soon as you turn 18 tomorrow you will be out of this house, and you WON'T come back, understand?" She was giving me the evil eye and I knew if I disobeyed her that I would get the beating of a lifetime. I nodded. "I want an answer, little bitch!" She slapped me across the face.

"Y-yes ma'am. I'll be gone and you won't ever see me again." What the hell am I going to do, I won't have a home, or anything. No money for food. I'm going to have to get a job and soon. But how am I going to do that? I have no social skills, no experience! I was not allowed to have a job while living in this house. I have a feeling I will be dead by the end of next week. Murdered, raped on the street without a penny to my name. 

"Now get this house cleaned up before Steven gets home! If he sees the house like this, he will have a fucking cow." Steven, my foster dad, was almost as bad as Shannon, but instead of blaming me for everything, he blamed Shannon. Most of the time he just ignores me, pretends I don't exist unless I need some new clothes or school supplies. I am invisible to him and he is invisible to me.  

I wet up to my room to find my things strewn about. Christi must have come up here while her mother was having a fit. I quickly checked under my pillow to find my sketch book untouched and I mumbled a quiet thank you to whatever higher power kept her from messing with my bed. At least on the street I won't have to put up with Christi ruining my things, Shannon beating me, or being invisible to my foster dad. I would no longer be scum on the floor. 

Maybe leaving wouldn't be so bad after all. I mean what could possibly make it even worse than this? I smile to myself. 

Better start gathering what little belongings I have because I'm getting out of this hellhole once and for all.

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I'm hoping this is interesting enough so people will give me feedback. If I don't believe that I have enough feedback (comments, votes, etc) then I will probably discontinue my story. Same rules apply to all of my stories. 

Thanks to whoever is reading!

-ASH