Hunter & Julie

Scene 1

Have you ever wondered what being disposable felt like? To know that if I were to die right now, no one give a shit.

"Julie!" He yelled as he shut the house door behind him. I bounced my finger on my knees waiting for the cruel wrath of my step father. Each breath becoming tighter as seconds passed.

"Julie!" He yelled again this time going up the stairs coming towards my room. "Where are you, you little twat" My step father yelled as he walked down the hallway towards my room.

My stomach grumbled the lack of eating was becoming evident. There no food in the house that was for me. Where as my step-dad expected me to make dinner for him everyday.

He never likes it and that's where most of my bruises came from.

"Julie!" He barked like a dog deadlocked on his kill and busted my door wide open.

"I made food it's downstairs in the microwave" My voice quivered shying  away from the raging bull.

"Do I look like a child to you? Huh? I got to microwave it myself?!" He asked and I could tell he just had a long day at work and he wanted to take his anger out on me. He always used me as a punching bag.

I walked around him and said "No."

"No Who!" He yelled grabbing a lock of my curly hair.

I yelped in pain.

I didn't know why I bothered to yell, nobody would hear. Especially not my mother, she was living the good life in Cali with her boyfriend Brent last I heard from her. My step father felt as if I was the reason she left us.

Yes, she was an unfit mother and even worst of a wife to my step father. See, my biological father, Bryce Stone was a good man who loved my mother dearly to his hearts consent and his minds allowance, but she was just not meant to be how he wanted her to be, loyal. She cheated on him with a boxer named Will when I was 10 years old for his fortune. After she got bored of Will she moved on and left him as well. So, she met Brent, a reporter for Fox News and they live happily ever after.

My mother was forty two and was the most beautiful specimen, she looked gorgeous on the outside with her beautiful caramel skin and long kinky curls and legs for days with a body that wouldn't quit, but she was dark and shallow on the inside.

The opposite of me. I was small, merely five feet and had curly hair that stopped at my shoulders. Simple.

Oddly though for my caramel skin, I had freckles that covered my cheeks, I never hated them but it annoyed me that I was so different.

"No, I will put your food out, respectively." I waited for him to let my hair go which surprisingly he did.

"Well hurry up!" He yelled as I scurried down the stairs.

I walked over and set his food which consisted of his favorites, potato salad, lasagna and his liquor.

I made everything to perfection, after five years of cooking for your step father, you learn a thing or two.

At seventeen I was basically a chef.

So to my surprise he spat his food out of his mouth and said "What the fuck is this!?" I backed away in fright.

"Go on your knees" he said as he walked in front of me. "Now!"

I oblige in fear.
Noo! Anything but this!

He poured uncooked rice in front of me and said " Stay here until you have to get ready for school." He slapped me in disgust before he went back to finish his food me and said "You're just like your filthy whore of a mother."

I felt a tear fall down my face. "I am nothing like her." I muttered angrily.

I knelt on the rice and it felt like a million knifes digging into my knees. It was unbearable by the minute mark. The touch felt as if that was death.

How was I suppose to stay one whole hour like this?! The pain was too much so I stood up from the rice.

He looked at me as if I have lost my mind, or had two heads.

"How dare you stand up!" He yelled rhetorically. "You think you're tough?!"

"No!No! I'm sorry I'll go back" I said knowing that it was too late, I had messed up. He walked up to me and punched me in my stomach repeatedly until I could no longer breath.

"Please, stop" I wheezed.

He didn't listen he just stomped and kicked me over and over until I started to cough up blood.

The shell of the person I used to be was broken. This was she. On the floor where she first learned to walk now was unable to feel her feet.

This was life, and it sucked.

He lifted me up by my shirt and spat in my face which led me to throw up straining my clothes and the floor.

He smacked me, disgust was evident on his face, he know longer wanted to touch me.

"Clean this up, go to school, and then get dress nicely and meet me at the family ball at 7:00. If your late I will beat you till your unrecognizable" Have pushed me to the ground.

"You'd never beat me like that, you wouldn't want your co-workers to know what you do behind close doors" I spat bitterly.

He walked up to me and kicked my stomach.

"Just like your mother" He walked out the house and I heard the engine roar and I knew he was gone for now.

I knew I only had 30 minutes to get to school, but I just wanted to cry. I was just so mentally tired and unfilled.

I was just Julie.

A Julie that is in invisible at school, abused by her step father, and left by her mother, I have only one friend, my cousin Tyler.

This was my life.

I am Julie Stone.

A/n-Julie is played by who ever you feel. I can't tell you who because her face changes in my head every ten seconds. One minute is me, then it's Kat graham etc. So knock yaself out. Peace.