scars - a jay mcguiness fanfiction

Chapter 1 - scars

Dating a popstar was a hard thing. Especially when they go on tour and have to work pretty much 24/7. So when you tell people that you're going out with jay mcguiness from the wanted, people always feel sorry for you. Don't get me wrong they are happy for me too, but as everyone knows, dating one won't always end up happy.

I've been with jay for a good year now. I'm good friends with his other bandmates however sometimes theres some old flames that are brought up and are a constant reminder when i see them and a certain member, but i wont tell you much about that now. Being with jay is the best thing thats ever happened to me, not because it means I have lots of money and publicity, but because he loves me, he takes care of me, and he accepts me for who i am. We always have a laugh together and we have so much in common, it's unbelievable! we're literally like soul mates, which may sound cheesy but its scarily true. Sometimes we have a few arguments, but the relationship wouldn't be healthy if we didn't. However, after and argument, he either 'says sorry' ;) or he punishes me for being naughty or rude which is so good because it keeps a sort of fire alive in our relationship. I couldn't fool anyone when I say that I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life. 

With me saying all this amazing stuff about jay, and telling you that he has been amazing to me, you must be wondering what my life was like before I met jay! To be honest its quite hard to run back through it because its not good, but I'll do it just for you.

So basically, when I was about 2 my father died in a car accident he had when he was on the way back from working a long nights shift at the beach night club he used to run. Some say it was his fault but most people claim that a lorry driver hit into him and flipped the car which he was in. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel kinda sick because I couldn't have done anything to save his life. You could say I was definitely a daddy's girl; I hated my mum, even from a young age, and I still do. I lived with my mum, however hard it was, with my younger sister and brother. To be honest with you, we all have different dads apart from me and my brother because my mum was a bit of a slut really. It's true. But like any other child I couldn't change where I lived and who I lived with, but school was definitely a hard time. I used to be bullied about my mums reputation and I used to be so fat it was unreal. I used to self harm, I'm not gonna lie, but I was such a messed up kid, and I still am. I'll never forget what happened to me because I had my whore of a mother as a role model.

I left secondary school early which meant that I have no gcses. I couldn't care less really, who needs 'em! I didn't know what I wanted to do when I left school anyway, so it didn't really matter. Whats the point in studying hard for a subject you don't even like and that you have to do?! like maths for example. why even learn about why x and y equals 12, who needs to know?! Oh my days, I hated school and I still do, and in a way I'm glad I skipped it because I would've failed everything. But ofc having no gcses, meant that I couldn't get a proper job like everyone else had. So I had no other choice but to work in a crappy little service shop on the side of a busy motor way. If my dad was still alive, i would have been able to work with him in the night club but for obvious reasons i cant. To be honest I got bored of working on the side of a road and dealing with stressed car and lorry drivers everyday. to be honest, i was quite glad when i was sacked from that job. I was sacked for 'trying it on' with the manager. I was messed up ok?!! And looking back at it now I feel so stupid and sick at the thought I did that....it looks like I was starting to turn out like someone. Someone I knew very well. And that someone I was afraid to ever be like. M y m u m.

Comments and votes guys, this is my first big story and i want some feedback on what its like and whether i should carry on or not!! thank you, vicky xxxx