everything happens for a reason - chapter 1

everything happens for a reason

hey guys this is xxunblissxx's friend. she was posting a story for me called soul mates and this is the same story just on my profile. i renamed it because i felt this fit it better ? maybe ? if you guys have better ideas as you read along you can comment them and i'll see. the chapters are gunna be a little different and chapter 1 is real short but the rest get better i promise. so i hope you guys enjoy ! and like i said this chapter is real short and i think it really really sucks. but my friend wants me to keep writing. i'll try to upload regularly but if there'll be a delay i'll put it as a note at the end of the chapters ! enjoy ! :) -A

oh and the girls name alexice is pronounced just like alexis :)

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 Chapter one. 

I looked around my new room for the fifth time today as I unpacked the last box. New house. New town. New school. Same old story.

I sat on my bed clutching a picture of me and my old friends. They will soon forget me... They all do. I always make more though. By now I should be used to the constant lies of 'we will call' and 'we will still chill' but it still hurts knowing I wasn’t that important. I felt a tear slid down my cheek.

"Alexice!" my mom yelled bursting through my door. "What are you doing sitting around crying?" she asked yelling I opened my mouth to answer but she stopped me "Go downstairs and unpack the kitchen shit!" she grabbed my arm and threw me into the wall by the stairs. 

I almost fell but I caught myself. That's not new either. Since she started drinking more the random angriness strikes up and you never know what she will do. I sighed and made my way to the kitchen and started unpacking. It was only a few boxes but it seemed like it was never going to end. Countless dishes, forks, knives, spoons... It was only the two of us now... There was no point for all of this. I soon grew bored so I put my headphones in. Eminem’s raps about a broken up bad life helped the time pass by quicker. My lives not like his or anywhere close but knowing that he had a worse life and made it out okay, then it gave me a small glimpse of hope that I would too.

I was now on the last box of kitchen stuff and smell of alcohol quickly filled the room. My mom was drunk already... I turned to look at her. She staggered against the wall and caught herself from falling. I shook my head at her and looked at the clock in the wall. 3pm… Hmm... It only took her 6 hours to drink all the vodka and whiskey she had picked up on the way to this middle of nowhere town, Brockston. If that wall wasn’t there she wouldn’t even be standing up right now. 

It wasn't always like this.. I had a happy family once with a non alcoholic mother, loving father, and an older brother. But then my brother died...  the doctors said he dies quickly without any pain and that help calm my mind at least a little. I loved my brother. He was my best friend. After the funeral, when I had to give my thoughts about him, I didn't talk for 2 weeks. My dad on the other hand was so distraught over his death that he left me and my mother and days later killed himself

I was only 11 at the time and my mom promised she wouldn't leave me like they did so she stayed, but being in our big empty house and around people giving us empty, sorrowful stares made it worse. She started drinking to hide the pain.. At first she'd talk about it with me but now... Now she won’t even mention their names .then, i started hanging out with the wrong crowd. When my mom was sober enough to realize they weren't good people she packed us up and just moved. So here we are, 5 years later after the death of my brother and father, my mother’s drunkenness, and my gang related friends, our asses are here in Brockston. The place I didn't want to be. 

"Alexice ! Why aren't you done with those boxes yet?! Stop standing around and get them done!" I heard my mom yell. She might be drunk but she knew how to yell.

I snapped back to reality and took out a headphone. "I'm on the last box now, mom" I mumbled to her  I put my headphone back in and put the last of the dishes away quickly. 

i looked around thinking about what hould do and decided walking around in the cool fall air and getting a feel of this place might be good. I may not want to be in this town but it's better than being here with her and now that I'm living here I should probably learn my way around. I walked out the back door and threw on my sweatshirt to avoid her questions. She didn't have to know where I was going, I mean I didn't have a clue myself but I'm sixteen so she can kiss my ass for all I care. I mean it's not like she ever tells me where she's going. She will just leave and come back a few hours later smashed. 

I reached the corner a few blocks from my house where the local quick mart was. Hmm... Maybe I could get a job there or something. Next to it was a semi-dark ally. I saw two figures. The local druggies I assumed. As I approached and started to pass the ally I felt as if I was being followed. I turned to look back a little and saw them walking behind me but it didn’t look like they were coming for me. I stopped to "tie my shoe" but as soon as I bent over, I was grabbed from behind. They dragged into the ally with a hand over my mouth to prevent my screaming. Well this is fantastic! When I was finally able to see, I noticed it was the two men from behind me. The druggies... 

The first guy, the blonde one, threw me up against the wall and started kissing my neck roughly. I heard a moan escape his lips and he grabbed my ass. I had to fight back. I pulled the anger that I never expressed and used all that energy to knee him in the stomach as hard as I could. He backed away in pain. I tried to run away from them but the other guy, the black haired one, grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to the ground. I screamed as loud as I could, in both pain and fear, hoping someone, anyone would hear me. He slapped me across my face once before he started to drag me back toward the other guy. He threw me at the blond’s feet and he stood me up just to throw me against the wall again, only harder this time. I heard a slight crack when my head hit and I started screaming but he covered my mouth with his lips, shoving his tongue down my throat. 

He brought his knee up and kneed me in the stomach. I let out a cry "Doesn't feel that great, does it?" he whispered in my ear which sent shivers down my spine. He started to kiss down my neck again and he started to suck on the one spot. The blond one moved over a little but kept his lips to my neck. The black haired one lifted my shirt up and started to caress my breast. I tried hitting him but he took my arm and pinned it to the wall. I started to cry harder when I realized that I was defenseless against them. Both of my arms were pinned and the blond one was on his knees kissing my stomach and undoing my belt. maybe they'll kill me when they're finished.. just pull out a gun and shoot me, end this miserable excuse for a life.

I somehow managed to pull my hands free and I hit the black haired guy on the chest. "Stupid move princess" He growled at me. He pushed my head back hard against the wall again and I grew very dizzy. I could feel my body sink lower to the ground and my eyes were growing tired. I was fighting against the sleepiness when I saw more people coming back towards us. I closed my eyes fully waiting for it to come but when my head hit the wall or ground or what this hard thing was that I was on, I passed out hoping they would just kill me so I wouldn’t have to wake up remembering this memory.