Not What You Expect.

Chapter 1: Party Crasher

Running from the cops is something I do on a daily basis. My stepdad is a cop. So running away is something I love to do. But tonight, I heard there was a rad party going on. It's a Wednesday, and summer had just begun. This party was something I was looking forward to. Walking in the loud music instantly made me want to dance.

"Hey P! Hit me up with some beer!"

"How bout water!?" She yelled over the blaring music, pointing to someone behind me. Right behind me was no other than my stepdad. He grab my wrist and pulled me out the door.

He shoves me in the back of the cop car and drives away. I look out the window.

"What do you think you were doing?"

"Having fun." I hissed.

"Well it looks like you were going to try and get drunk." He sneers.

"Don't act like you never done it." I snap.

"Just because you sister passed away doesn't mean you can go make stupid decisions like this."

"Honestly that's not the reason. I'm seventeen. I want to have fun."

"By getting arrested every week?" He growls.

"Well I usually don't get caught. I go could make it everyday." I joke.

"Yeah you make it worse by running away."

"Please the cops need it. All they do is eat donuts. I give them a run for there money."

"When we get in the apartment you go to your room right away. I will talk to your mother."

"Fine." I give up on trying.

We pull into the parking lot and walk in the building. We round near the elevator. Pressing the button I see the man who's always behind the desk. He's looking at me shaking his head. My mom would wish she didn't give me martial arts lessons. I was a black belt and I was about to take the head off that guys. My stepdad grabs my arm and throws me in the elevator.

When we get to the apartment I see my mom sitting watching a show. Both my parents worked for the law. So this could go two ways. I slam my door behind me. I start to grab a bag full of stuff. Preparing for departure. I over hear their conversation.

"You need to punish her. She's been arrested three times this week, hon."

"Look I try. It's hard. And don't act like you've never got drunk before."

"I have. But she steals. She vandalizes. She's a delinquent!"

"Don't talk about my daughter that way!"

"Maybe it's time we send her to your sisters."

"Maybe."

I head over to the window. I had the fire escape. I was about to climb out when my door opens.

"Tori!" My stepdad growls.

"You know I could just ignore you and keep going. But that means I have to deal with you later." I climb back in.

"Tori. Sit. It's the middle of the night. And you have to get up early to pack."

"Yay." My sarcasm rang.

They leave me alone. They left me alone. With the window open. Thinking I was going to obey the rules. No. I might surprise them and stay here. Give them the least of the trouble. Then when they leave me at my aunts I'll runaway. See they aren't going to ruin my summer. I have friends, I know people. They may not be the best, but they sure do understand me.

My sister Sasha died a couple months ago. She was shot at. She died in the hospital. Yes, I act out sometimes to take the pain away. But I can see her, I see her standing in the room. It all feels real. Then she's gone. I remember her blonde curls, oh how they bounced. He red lipstick. She was popular at school. She was my twin. I was close to her in a way that people envied. But when she was hanging around the wrong crowd, her death came quick. I feel as though I am not fulfilled to do anything. I visit her grave every now and then. It just isn't enough. I have no other siblings. My mom tried. But it was a miscarriage. She says the world doesn't want her too. Although they keep trying, nothing sticks. I am now a only child. They talked about adopting, but that flew out of the picture quick.

Being here, in the room I once shared. It felt empty. I kept some things. Not a lot. People think I crave attention, that I do things because no one cares. But I do it to finish what Sasha had started. I was a leader of a gang now. I was the towns bad girl. I don't seek attention. I just want a normal life. One where my boyfriend doesn't abuse me. One where my sister is alive. Where my dad is back. Where my stepdad doesn't hit me. My mom has no clue, she's gone the majority of the time.

So this sitting on my bed. Pondering what summer might be like is hard. My cousin Jake lives with my aunt. He's the only child. He's around my age. His dad and mom are love birds. Expect when his dad's off at war. When he comes home they get busy. They are young. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. There's new guys. New town to explore. No cops after me yet. Apparently some woods or something. I don't think it's as bad as everyone says it is. It's a small town unlike I'm use too. I'm used to big city's. But maybe it would have a better affect on me. After all my 'friends' aren't around.

I have tattoos they talked me into. My mom doesn't know. Neither does he. I have a nose piercing, and my ears are doubled. I wear mainly my favorite black hoodie they talk me into stealing. I later bought it so I wouldn't go to jail. But that was when I first started being 'bad'.

Jail. I hated it. I've been to jail for shoplifting, and theft. I have been there for attempted murder. I was being taken advantage of, so I took out my knife. I put him in the hospital for a year. I was flexible. To the point if someone had me just right I could turn it around and be the one hurting them. I did do this three times. But it was to a club owner. When I was drunk. Everyone says I did murder someone. Hell no.

I'm great at stuff personally. But falling to sleep looking back at my so called accomplishments. I don't see why everything is so damn complicated. Like yes I've been to jail. Was bailed out the next week. But it changes you. Mine however was not for the best.

I start to think about change. I could've changed in a way people liked. No I changed to form me. And punk, who is smart. Yet she realizes what she's doing is wrong. And she keeps doing them. My boyfriend changed when he got introduced to beer, and cigarettes. Man, he isn't the best person anymore. Nor is he cute. I've tried breaking up with him this year. But he's forced me too.

I take out my phone it's around three am. I text Clavin. I know he's up doing someone tonight. He was at the party so....

We're through - T

Get away, I found a new girl. I don't need you. - C

No duh -T

Figures. He's always bringing someone new. Making out. Then ditching them. Left in the dust. I think he once raped someone. But I'm not fully sure. I drift to sleep. My eyes flutter shut. Things couldn't get worse right.

Wrong!

A/N: Hope you really liked this. I really don't use a lot of bad language. But I had to. It felt just like her style. So you learned a lot in this chapter. But there is still a lot you don't know. What are her tattoos. Leave a suggestion, I need one, I have the other one picked out. Please continue to vote, read, and definitely comment. I hope this is good, if not I'll take it down. And if I make a mistake just tell me I won't be mad.

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