DeviANT

Deviant: Abnormal, Different

(You guys just learned a new SAT word!)

Flashback

'Speech'

(While in flashbacks "Thoughts will look like this." Okay?)

Present- "Speech" -'Thought'- "ANGER!"- "SUPER ANGRY"

[This story takes place in the future- when the ANTS are incollege. No children, possible romance.]

Two years earlier- 2015, June 17.

'Hey, can't this wait? Today's my baby girl's graduation party! No I didn't invite you! … You're an old man …. No sir, I didn't mean to disrespect you. … Yes, there was a graduation party last year, my son graduated. With honors! … No sir, I don't understand it either, but you know the saying, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. … No, I don't understand the saying. … I was not calling you a horse. … She's a prodigy; she went to high school when she was eleven. Yes, she graduated when she was fourteen, her party is today. … FINE! I better get a raise for this! I'll see you soon.'

Darryl Parks sighed, and looked at his now closed phone. 6:30. The party didn't end until midnight. "Plenty of time to be back," he reasoned to himself. He walked over to his daughter, who was surrounded by her friends and his wife.

'Sweet heart, I gotta go. Something came up.' He told Chyna.

'Oh. Okay.' She smiled up at him. 'Be safe Daddy.'

He grinned down at her. 'Of course baby,' He said while he hugged her.

'Bye honey.' Roxanne told her husband. 'Come back in one piece.'

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. 'When haven't I?' He said cheekily. He then bent down and whispered in Roxanne's ear, 'Tell Cameron we're going to the Lakers' game tomorrow!'

Darryl went outside, strapping his gun as he jumped into his car. Driving to the designated area, he was looking forward to going home and relaxing in his wife's arms. Never expecting that would be the last time he'd see his family. Never suspecting the last person he'd hold would be a total stranger's child. Not knowing, that evening, at 7:16 P.M. Darryl Parks would have his last breath.

Present- 2017, June 10 – 10:30 p.m.

(The Parks Home)

Silence. No noises what so ever. The door was securely shut, and the curtains were drawn. A deep breath. It was the only thing that broke the tranquil silence. Until you looked at the young girl's face. Then you knew the silence wasn't tranquil, but painful and excruciating. Tears ran down her face. The pen in her hand straining; it was slowly breaking.

SNAP!

Ink splattered everywhere, staining the white sheet of paper and her hand. She threw the ruined papers away, along with the pen. Grabbing a pencil (she decided it was safer) and new music sheets, she began her song.

After all this time, you'd think life would be easier.

That the pain would lessen.

But the pain-and your face- are forever in my heart.

You said you'd be there, and never would we part…

Her hand shook, and the words became a blur and she ran to her bed. Jumping in, she felt her phone vibrate, ignoring the ink stain that would never escape her bed.

10:34 p.m. (The Doyle Home)

"Don't tell anyone about this, bitch! You get that whore!"

The girl stared at her father with empty eyes, and nodded. She watched him leave her room, satisfied and fatigued. Olive got up from her bed, and dragged herself to the shower. She walked straight in, there was no need for her to take off her clothes, she already was naked. Turning the water all the way up she stepped in the water, praying to wash the disgusting feeling off.

"Interesting factoid," the girl said to no one. "Rape victims were 4.1 times more likely than non-crime victims to have contemplated suicide."

She stepped out of the shower when the water got cold. She slowly walked to her room, closed her door, and fell on the bed. Grabbing her phone, she dialed a number she knew by heart. Not like she didn't know EVERY number by heart.

11:12 p.m.

"Hey babe, what's going on?"

"Fletcher, do you love me?"

"Yeah, Olive, of course. You know I love you."

"Even though I don't talk to Chyna anymore?"

"Yeah, not everyone can stay friends."

"Even though I don't have sex with you?"

"…"

"Fletcher?"

"Yeah, I still love you. I can wait for you. Sex isn't the only thing that goes through my mind."

She laughed. "Yeah, but it's a close second."

"Hey! Are you just going to insult me?"

"No. Thanks Fletch, I really needed someone to talk to."

"No problem babe."

(In the background- one of Fletcher's friends.)

"Hey Fletcher! Come on!"

"All right, hold up! Babe, I gotta go."

"Okay, I love you"

"I love you too Olive."

(End of conversation between Fletcher and Olive.)

"Hey Fletcher, was that Chyna?"

He laughed. "Naw, it was the other one, Olive. Like the food."

TBC

(A/N: So, Chyna's dad is dead, Olive gets raped by her father. (I tried to say it without saying it in the story.) And Fletcher is cheating on Olive with Chyna, or Chyna with Olive. Neither of them know. Fletcher is a player! A lot has happened to our ANTS. Please stay tuned and review.)