Almost Opposite

Chapter Two

Fae

"I will fire you if you don't take this job." My dad spoke through the phone.

"But daddy, I need a job." I plead. "I'll work with anyone but her. I can't stand her!"

"To bad. It's this or nothing." He said. I let out a sigh.

"Fine." I growled before hanging up and throwing my phone down onto my bed. I make my way over to my desk, where my mirror, light and makeup kit were sitting. I sat on the small stool and slowly began taking my earrings out. I have seven on the side of my shaved hair. The one at the top is red, and it goes through all seven colors of the rainbow and ends with violet. I thought it was pretty. I put all of the earrings into a small plastic bag. Tomorrow, I was going to be flying to some place called Sydney, which is apparently in Australia. I don't want to leave America, but this is the rubbish I have to go through for my father, unless I want to be left jobless. I begin to pack my bags with everything I have besides a pair of underwear and a bra, and what I'm going to wear tomorrow. I make my way to my bathroom, strip down, grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and turn the tap. Closing the shower curtain, I stepped into the warm running water. This was definitely an improvement to where I had been just a few years ago. On the streets. Starving, hungry, filthy. I was about fourteen, in year nine. I was one of those nerds, and Hollyarabella was my best friend. My mum had gotten a new boyfriend in December the year before, and he hated me. He never said or did anything to me, he acted just like my mum wanted him to. But I knew by the way he looked at me, that he just couldn't stand me. On the second of March, my mother kicked me out of the house. I remember waking up at two in the morning to find myself in the car. My mum was driving, crying. When I asked her what was wrong, the told me it was all going to be ok, she told me to stay strong no matter what happened, and that it was for the best. She suddenly stopped on the side of the road, and told me to get out of the car. I got out, I was very confused. She locked all of the doors, and popped the boot open. She told me to get the backpack, which had some money, food and a sleeping bag. She then drove away, and I never saw her again. I thought she was a horrible person to leave me out on the streets. Every night, I was drugged, raped, and at one stage, some kids I used to go to school with thought it would be funny to try to poison me, and I would have died that night if it wasn't for a stranger who happened to walk past. At this time, I was seventeen, suffering from anorexia, five months pregnant and an absolute mess. This stranger found me passed out on the side of the road after he almost tripped over me. He quickly checked my pulse, and didn't think twice when he pulled me into the back of his car, and drove me to the hospital. At around seven each night, he would come into my ward, bringing food in case I woke up, and made sure I was being cared for properly. He would then clean me, braid my long hair so it wouldn't get tangled, trim my nails so I couldn't scratch myself in my sleep, and do anything else the nurses needed help with. He slept beside my bed every night, and got himself up at five every morning to drive an hour to his house, where he would get ready to go to work until six, before he would come straight back to the hospital again. When I woke up seven days later, I found out I had lost my baby because of my poor health, and that I would have soon died of malnutrition if I hadn't been picked up by this stranger. I stayed there for another month to get my health (and weight) back up, and the stranger continued to come and visit me every night, and I got to know him better. While we bonded, I discovered that my baby was a girl, and that she had died while she was asleep and had been living off me, so she wasn't put through much pain, because the poison put her to sleep before she could begin to starve. Although I was devastated that she was gone, I was also thankful she wouldn't have to have suffered. I named her Luna. When I was finally released from hospital, I was taken home with my stranger, and eventually, he signed the adoption papers, and I became Faetal Goodwin, and Eric Goodwin became my father. He treated me well, providing me with a roof over my head, a warm bed to sleep in, and three meals a day, all of which I was more than grateful for. I had a job at Mc. Donald's to help pay the bills. When he was promoted to the boss of the police station a year later, he began to earn much more money, and I got to keep what I earned from my own job. When Eric asked me what I wanted, I told him I wanted a better education, but I knew I was to old to go back to school. He sent in forms for every UNI he could afford at the time, and I thought I wouldn't get into any, because of the fact that I had practically vanished off the face of the earth at the age of 14, and he was unable to get his hands on my school reports. Less than a week later, I got a reply from some UNI about half an hour away. Of course I went, and that's when I ran into Hollyarabella again. She hated me, and I didn't know why. So I went along with it, and my old love for my best friend turned into hatred for a new enemy. The first week at UNI, I found myself depressed. I went to the tattoo parlour, and that's when my love for tattoos started. I got a set of angel wings tattooed into my back, with 'Luna' written beside it at the bottom, with '28-7-2009' under it - the night the doctors confirmed Luna was dead. Somehow, my tattoo addiction pulled me out of depression. I did it in memory of my daughter, so I would never forget her. The whole time I was in UNI was wasted on late nights and computers as I tried to hunt my mum down. Eventually, I found some old police records, and I was heart broken. Her boyfriend was serving a life sentence in jail for the abuse, rape, torture and murder of Eleanor Seattle, my mother. She had lived for a year before he killed her. That's when I realised she never hated me, she loved me and had thought she was protecting me. My seventh tattoo was my mum's name on my upper right thigh. A million tattoos later, when I finally finished UNI, I got a job with my dad, and here I am now. A tear rolls down my cheek as I trace the word 'Eleanor' on my leg. I do this whenever I'm upset. Realising how long I have been in the shower, I brush my teeth quickly (yes I brush my teeth in the shower, problem?), wash myself and turn the tap off. I dry myself off, before making my way into the living room, where I throw on the underwear and bra, brush the long half of my hair into a messy fishtail. I look around the room slowly, and take it all in. It may just be a small apartment but I love it, and I was definitely going to miss it. With a sigh, I climb into bed, where I fall asleep almost instantly.

A/N;

Ok guys, so I know this chapter was depressing, boring and just dragged on, but I really wanted you all to get to know Faetal a bit better, and just know she isn't just a trashy whore xD But yeah, I just wanted to put a bit of the whole "Don't judge a book by its cover" moral into this story, because as you just read, Faetal really has a difficult past. It also makes you kind of hate Hollyarabella a bit more than you did before, I'll bet xD Also, I've chosen Lindsey Jennings to be my Faetal!!... Guys, if you are really innocent, please please do not Google her, because it's really bad >.< So I don't want this to be to long, because I could talk for ever, and I don't want to bore you. So thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoy this story ^.^