Post by ELISE SHERMAN on Aug 28, 2012 4:37:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]HALEYCAT FULL NAME: elise karlie sherman ALIAS: ellie , sugar DATE OF BIRTH: 15.07.1994 AGE: nineteen OCCUPATION: stripper/call girl SEXUALITY: straight w/ bi tendecies PLAY BY: nina agda TOURIST [style=background-color: #664340; border: 10px solid #664340; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #ABA291; text-align: center;]all about me i’m well aware that I was never the daughter that my mother wanted. I was pretty but I was never beautiful, I was smart but never smart enough, I was charming but I was never perfect. i tried too hard to live up to my mother’s standards while my dad watched on the sidelines, too scared to actually speak up against her oligarchy ways. bet you never though a gal would say that word, huh? i said I was smart, but that intelligence only goes as far as book smart—well it did. now that i roam the streets at night, sneaking in and out of motel and hotel rooms and showered in gifts and then then showering to lose the guilt, i’m slowly gaining my street smart. i tried too hard to be everything for her and she ended up leaving my father and i for the farmer boy next door, who was my ex-boyfriend. classy huh? we were a small town, everything was known and the shame that it brought my family was a lime light on us constantly. my thirty year old mother leaving the family for a boy that was only eighteen was a sickening feeling and I swore that I would never be like that. it’s hard not to turn your back on the world after it’s dealt you so many shitty cards but i’m close, so damned close to losing my faith. my father is now an alcoholic, he turned to the bottle more and more and lost his job in the process when I was sixteen years old. young and foolish as I was, I believed that the world would be good and turn everything around in the end, instead, it just dealt me more shit. my father was soon accused of sexual assault and that left my little sister into my own sixteen year old hands. young and immature, i had to grow up fast and lose some of the most important years of my life. I never went to prom, never went to home coming. I guess…well this story needs to be told from the start. don’t mind my bitterness, it’s a habit I do suppose. [/style]i born in iowa, where nothing but corn and cows are to be found. the nearest neighbor was two miles away, but we are nothing like the people in the deep south or in texas. we are humble, not violent, or that was what i thought. i learned the truth as the years went by that iowa is just as tainted as the rest of the world. it’s no pure little bubble of goodness, it’s cold and dark with a thousand skeletons for each person, my own family is still digging for their own, and i’m still discovering them to this day even though i’m a thousand miles from home. iowa was never really home to me though, no where is anymore. though getting ahead of myself of what would be a good story. my mother was never a good one, she was always lazy, letting me take care of the younger kids that came around along with my own little sister but i was still able to have a life with the help of my father. my mother was born to the riches and went to the rags and she always seemed to be bitter about it, going from an estate to a farm but i had thought that she did it for the love of my father. their relationship never really faltered, they hardly fought, let alone actually looked at each other but they always seemed to find a way to find happiness even if it was not with one another. my father had always found his happiness in making sure that grace and i were happy but my mother always found the vices to be more her cup of tea. she returned home but she was either, drunk or stoned. the town was small but it had it’s secrets. i found my place to be at nights, sneaking out of the house after tucking my little sister in and sneaking off the barn dances that occurred. it was something straight out of footloose where music would be blared, drinks served and it was a young crowd too. i matured there, dancing, a skill that has been put to good use now. my father discovered my mother in a barn with the farmer boy, my eighteen year old exboyfriend that had remained a secret until that day. i was furious but somehow ended up getting smacked once by mother and then once by my ex causing split lip that still hasn’t fully healed as the scar still sits there clear as day if you get close enough. the memory of it was fuzzy but i’ll do my best to remember everything about it: ”ma!?” called out a voice with both a venom that contrasted with the southern down to earth accent that lingered in every word that she spoke. “how dare you! how dare you do that to dad, and to use!” shouted the girl, giving her mother a shove which caused the older woman’s eyes to darken and before the teenager knew what was happening, she felt a sting to her cheek and quickly grabbed at her cheek as though that would stop the burning. the burn was nowhere near matching the pain that her father felt as he sat at the kitchen table holding his head with a little girl crying into his shoulder. “get out you ungrateful bitch!” shouted the woman, gripping her daughter’s hair and using the leverage to throw her out the front door and off the porch. landing in the mud with the rain pouring down at her lip leaking blood, the teenager rose to her feet. her blue tied up buttoned down shirt was pulled off her shoulders and tossed to the ground in an attempt to blow off steam but she found her fists curling. believing that she was invincible, she took off down the path at a fast pace, her legs pumping into the ground and kicking up dirt behind her. a truck would have done more damage but elise wanted the male to feel the pain with her hands. she knew exactly where he would be and reached the destination in no time. it was one of the dances that were held at night, soaking wet with her hair dripping, the fifteen year old girl narrowed her eyes as she caught sight of the male with his hands snaking down another girl’s shorts. “OWEN.” she shouted, her voice booming through the barn and making enough of a startle that the music was shut off. “you son of a bitch of a hick!” she shouted, her fists still balled, her wet hair plastered to her face and her eyes burning with an intense invisible fire. her friends reached out trying to calm the girl down but her target was set. the male smirked, taking the challenge and stepping closer which was not what elise had expected. she never though that her ex-boyfriend would take the challenge and with every step that he took forward, she took back. people were muttering, some hooting and some trying to be a voice of reason but they both had their eyes locked on one another. “what was that darlin’? did you really just call me, your ex..” he finally announced to the world which was met with gasps and her eyes to narrow further while her breathing picked up, “a hick!? and what are you!?”. elise stood up taller, her white tanktop turning sheer with the water that was falling from the sky, “at least i ain’t no mother fucker!” and she lunged, tackling him to the ground. getting a few good shots in, elise felt proud until the tides turned and it took three football players to pull owen off the battered girl in the end. not my shining moment but that was how the night went down. i didn’t return home that night either, i stayed in the barn where the fight had broken out, using the warmth of the hay to keep me warm. i really couldn’t move that much anyway but I began to think that maybe life with my daddy would not be so bad since I knew that my mother was out of the picture. there goes one parent. the second parent was not lost in death, he just lost his way and thought that he found the ticket at the bottom of the bottle. he never laid a hand on me, i wouldn’t let him but the nights that i had begun working as a square dance instructor were the nights that my sister got the brunt of his attacks. her once smiling face slowly began to crack and turn sad and I knew that I had to get her out of there. it took me some time, it took money and a lot of favors to be had in order to get the essentials needed to start a new life somewhere. they were bad favors, things that just added to the pile of skeletons. gave everything to get anything that would help grace and i out and then were gone a year later. at the age of eighteen, i had nothing going for me but grace does. she has a lot going for her and she is fourteen years old. that was the same age that i got a first boyfriend, the same age that i shattered and slowly began to see the world for what it was. I’m scared to see the light leave her eyes slowly but so far, she has faith, she is still burning, I make her go to church on Sundays and even though i sit there like a good Christian, I’m finding it hard to believe that I will get redemption for the things that i am doing to keep her and I alive. my job..s are not the pleasant kind and they often keep me away from grace for hours at a time but thankfully, that’s only at night, i’m no escort, I don’t have the class for that, I don’t have the charm or the grace either so i’m a step down from that and a step down from that as well. i know that my body is my only asset and I’m going to use it to the best of my ability as long as my sister is fed and there is a roof over our head at the end of the day. |
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