When. (Our Second Life)

Chapter 1

A/N: Rose Shire is 15 years old btw :)

"Please.. Stop!" I begged, hoarse from crying.

I was cornered by my drunk uncle. I couldn't move. Not because I knew he would hit me if I did, but because I was already too sore. I had bruises head to toe, my lip was bleeding, I was in misery.

"You need to learn, Rose. You don't EVER sass me, DO YOU HEAR ME!" my uncle slurred. He pulled me up from around my waist, then slammed me to the ground, hard. "You're lucky I didn't kill you, bitch."

He stumbled out the door of my room, slamming it behind him.

I wouldn't mind if you killed me now, instead of living in this hell of a world.

I stayed in my corner, and wept. I wept because there was no one I could turn to for help, no one I could trust. I wept because I wish my parents didn't die in that crash. I wept because I wish I had a best friend. I wept because I wish I didn't have to move to this damned place. Sometimes I wish I wasn't even alive. Now was one of those times.

My uncle was always drunk. The only time I've ever seen him sober was when he first adopted me. He was my only family member the authorities could turn to when my parents died.

I fell asleep, crying and wondering why God would put me in such a miserable place.

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I woke up to the slam of a car door. I weakly lifted myself from the bloody floor, and peered out my window to see my uncle backing out of the car. Probably going to some bar.

I checked the time. It was nine am.

I decided that I was going to have a normal, 15 year old day, and I wasn't gonna let anything get in my way. I stretched out my bruised muscles, and went to my closet. I chose some floral leggings and a creme colored knit sweater, it was a little chilly out for California.

I went to the bathroom to check how bad my injuries were.

A light purple mark on my cheekbone, and another on my jaw. I grabbed my concealer and started covering the welts. After I was satisfied with my work, I moved on to the rest of my face. I swept on some mascara, blush, and lipgloss. Nothing too heavy, but enough to look decent.

As I tried to decide what to do with my hair, I settled on leaving it down. I brushed out the knots, and ran my fingers through the dirty blonde mess. Dang, it was getting long. It went all the way down to my hip.

When I was finished getting ready, I went back in my room and but on some socks and my favorite combat boots. I packed my brown leather bag with all the things I would need for today: my phone and wallet. Yep, I'm a pretty low maitnence girl.

I made my way downstairs through the extremely large house. If there was one thing my uncle had, it was money. Of course, since he had so much, the court made him give me a credit card to use whenever i needed. I mean, a girl has to shop, right? Anyway, I don't even know how a drunk like him could get such a good fortune. I guess that just shows how unfair the world is.

As I approach the kitchen, I scout the fridge for any good food. The only thing I could find that I actually like was a can of Arizona tea. My absolute favorite. I pack an extra for later, just in case I get thirsty.

I head out the door, and since I live in the middle of LA, I just walk to my first destination for some food: Taco Bell.

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A/N: Hey guys! Hope you liked it :) It's my first on wattpad, so I hope it's good. I try to update as much as I can! Kay byyyyyeeee

~Hannah