Love Gone Wrong (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 1

I ran down the alley as fast as I could hoping to escape Jordan's wrath this time. Usually I can never get away from her. She always catches me and gives me my daily beatings. She hates me and I don't know why, I guess she just needs somebody to take her anger out on. I already had to deal mwith enough bullshit at home, I didn't need this crap from her.

I should probably catch you guys up. I'm Alexandria, yeah a mouthful I know. That's why I just go by Alex. My parents gave me a long ass name and I don't know why, can't really ask them since they died when I was five and I was put in the system. My current foster father, Francis, is a major asshole that's just in it for the money. We'll get more into him later.

Anyways, I'm 17 years old about to be 18 in a month. Then I'll be free from Francis and be on my own. I've never celebrated my birthday since the accident... Well I guess I did celebrate it one time after that with my best friend, Samantha, in a group home. By best friend I mean girlfriend. Yes we dated, I loved her so much and she loved me but once I got put in the foster home we couldn't really see each other again. Believe me we tried, but it didn't work so it kind of just ended. Its been about 6 months since we broke up and life is still shit.

I have long, straight brown hair and forest green eyes. I have an average body, sort of on the skinny side because I don't really eat that often. That was mostly Francis' fault.

I'm going to be a senior this year, I started going to Woodrow Wilson High School in the middle of last year. It sucked getting used to the transition to a new school. Since I was new I was an easy target for Jordan to focus her anger on. I didn't really have any friends except Max and Mia. They are twins and are in the same grade as me.

Now it being summer Jordan still somehow found a way to give me my daily beatings. I didn't really fight back, I just let it happen. I was used to getting abused so it wasn't really a big deal.

I was almost to the end of the alley when I felt Jordan tackling me. I had, had enough of her shit. I couldn't take all the shit I got at home and the shit from her.

"Get the fuck off me dumbass and take your anger out on somebody else." I yell while kicking her off of me.

"Fuck you, bitch. You're just a dumb whore and you deserve to get your ass kicked. Nobody likes you. You're fucking worthless, you ugly piece of shit." she yells back at me tackling me again. She may be right about the ugly part and the worthless part but I was far from a whore.

Having enough of her shit, I push her off and punch her right in the nose. It starts bleeding and I think I may have broken it. I can't really tell but she's laying on the ground crying. That'll teach her to mess with me again.

I continue to head to my jail AKA my "home". It's definitely not what I would call home, just a temporary place to live until I'm 18. It's almost dark and I'm pretty sure I'll get a beating for being late. Thanks, Jordan, you bitch.

I open the front door and try to sneak to my room before Francis sees me. I almost made it until I heard him say my name from the living room. I slowly walked back to see him sitting in his favorite chair in front of the tv drinking beer. Oh what a surprise, he's drinking beer again.

"Yes, Francis?" I answer him quietly. Knowing I'm already most likely going to get a beating so why not piss him off by calling him his name.

"I told you not to fucking call me that. I said to call me Frank or Daddy, bitch." He sneers at me. Yup, he is drunk. This'll go great especially since my first day of school is tomorrow and it would be a little bad to show up with bruises everywhere. "Sorry, Francis. I just know it's your name and I figured you would want to be called your name. Now what did you call me for?" I ask knowing I'm probably pushing my luck.

"Why the hell weren't you home on time? I told you to be back before it got dark." he growls at me, slowly getting up. He doesn't really care if I'm home at this time, he just wants to take out his frustrations on me. He finds joy out of trying to be the "boss" of me.

"Well, you see, I just really wanted to be late five minutes just so I could be beat by you." I say sarcastically while getting ready to run to my room. I took off as fast as I could and right when I grabbed the door knob Francis had caught me. Damn, I was so close.

He pinned me up against the wall. "What's my name? Huh, bitch? What are you supposed to call me?" He spits in my face.

I can't help it I'm a sarcastic asshole. Plus there was no way out of this with his 6'4 height. "It's Francis." Right after I finished saying it, he punched me in stomach. Shit, that hurt. I couldn't breathe but I knew this feeling. I felt it everyday when I got these beatings.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. What's my name, bitch?" He spits in my face again.

Finally giving up, I tell him what he wants to hear. "Your name is Frank." He smiles at that, but punches me in the stomach again. "Try again, bitch" He laughs.

Coughing up a tiny bit of blood I say "Your name is daddy, you sick fuck." He grins like he won a game or something.

"That's right, baby. My name is daddy. I'm your daddy." He starts kissing me and feeling my boob through my shirt. I try to push him away, but I'm still too weak from the punches. Just give me a few more seconds and I'll beat the shit out of him.

Francis does this a lot but he never takes it farther than that. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, he started to pull his pants down. Oh hell no, he's never gone this far. He starts to try to take my pants down as well, but I got my energy back because I refuse to let this happen. I put up with a lot of shit, but I would not put up with this.

He wasn't really paying attention to holding me down at the moment so I brought my knee up and hit him in the place no man wants to ever be hit. Francis groaned and fell to the ground, which gave me the time to run into my room, lock the door and push a chair against it. After a couple minutes Francis started banging on the door.

I figured might as well check my schedule so I know where I'm going tomorrow. I see all the boring classes with teachers I already knew. One class caught my eye, well not really the class but the teacher of the class. I didn't know who she was. Emily Jones. She has to be new because I knew basically all of the teachers at the school. Probably just another one of those strict old teachers.

I was an alright student, I didn't really care about my grades. I already dealt with enough at home, plus I did alright in school without caring. Typically, I just sat in the back of the classroom and kept to myself. I never wanted to grow close to anyone because the last person I did was Samantha and you already know what happened there. There's no point growing close to people when they are just going to leave.

Before I could continue thinking about the new teacher, my stomach grumbled very loudly. Oh yeah I haven't ate dinner yet. I walked up to the door and put my ear to it, listening for Francis. I didn't hear him so I think I'm safe to go make something to eat. I tip toed down the hallway towards the kitchen. As I turned the light on in the kitchen I saw Francis in front of me. Shit.

Just as I'm getting ready to run he tackles me and punches me right in the face twice. Francis then stands up and starts kicking me in my stomach. "Fucking bitch, that'll teach you" Francis spits on me then stalks out of the room.

I couldn't breathe, it felt like my ribs were broken every time I tried. Of course this shit would happen right before the first day of school. I try to get up but it hurts too much to move. Eventually, I fell asleep on the floor thinking about how shitty my life is.