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The 'BXTCH' is a player

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Chapter 1: 1: Taylor

6:30 am is not a good time to wake up at. Especially when you've stayed up until 3:00 am binge watching the American horror stories. Your always told to go to bed early on school nights, but for teenagers it doesn't always pan out that way. Sleep would be one on the list of many.

Sighing, I stretch my aching muscles hearing the bones crack in protest as I move to sit at the edge of my bed. I move my feet and feel them make contact with the ice cold wooden floors. I hiss and lift them up quickly so the cold doesn't seep into them. I lean over to the bedside draw and pull out a pair of socks slipping them onto my feet.

I throw the covers off and walk over to the cupboard opening the door and looking at the pile of clothes strewn and sitting in a heap. I scratch my head as my white curly locks cascade down my back, sitting in a tangled mess at my waist.

I grab a white pair of skinny jeans and a top with slight holes in it before chucking them on my bed and undressing so I'm standing in my birthday suit.

I walk over to the conjoining bathroom and look in the mirror as the door closes softly behind me, making me shiver at the slight breeze it leaves behind. Staring back at me is a white, curly haired girl with big blue and purple eyes, tanned skin that is littered in scars underneath the many tattooes. A curvaceous figure with big G cupped boobs, a small waist, and a big booty. A birth mark covers a spot on her left shoulder and another on her right boob. Both are different shapes and sizes, but are similar in looks. 'Not much different from mothers', I think to myself as I look away from the mirror and walk over to the shower, turning it on as I move my hair away from my face.

Making sure the temperature of the water isn't cold nor scolding hot I stand under the running water and moan in bliss. I close my eyes and run my hands through my locks before grabbing the soap and lathering my body in the sweet scent of peach and mangos.

Mother loved the smell of peach and mangos. She'd say it reminded her of home and baked goods. She was a wonderful baker and her house always smelt amazing. You'd feel like you'd be walking to heaven with the eromas coming from her kitchen.

Shaking my head I turn off the water and grab a towel as I step out onto the mat, almost slipping in the process. I wrap the towel around my body and grab another one for my hair as I make my way over to the bed where my clothes lay in a messy pile on top of the bed sheets.

I giggle and unwrap my hair, letting the loose curls free from there confines. I pull on my matching bra and thong before trying to pull my jeans on. It's always a struggle as I try and pull them up my legs and over my bum before doing the little button up. I pull my top over my head and tie a knot in the bottom before trying to find my shoes.

I look under my bed and find them laying in a heap. I grab them and slip them on and tie the laces up before making my way downstairs to greet my Aunt Doris and her horrible son Zavery.

Zavery was six years older then me making him 24 years old. Instead of acting like an adult, he acted like a child. He thought he was the boss of this house and when he didn't get his own way he'd become violent and would curse you out like a sailor. He had a habit of stealing things from shops and other stores as well as things from my bedroom. He is an A class asshole that deserves nothing in my opinion. But Aunt Doris loves him to bits even though he treats her like dirt under his shoes.

I scrunch my face up as I make it to the end of the stairs and hear Zavery yelling into his phone, making my Aunt leave the room from the volume and vulgar language. I couldn't say much about the use of his language because I myself am the same. But yelling and screaming while Aunt Doris is in the room isn't right.

I walk over to him and snatch his phone from his grip and lift it to my ear "hello this is Taylor. Have some decency when ringing this number as there are other people in this house that don't wanna hear Zaverys yelling and screaming" I move to the side as Zavery came rushing at me, making me stumble slightly over my feet. "Have a lovely day", I end the call and feel someone's hand come in contact with my cheek. I look up and see a very angry Zavery with his hands clenched into fists. I glare at him as he comes closer so where standing face to face.

"Don't you ever disrespect me again when I'm on the phone! You stupid bitch, you don't know what you've done!", spit flies out of Zaverys mouth as his nose settles against mine, "next time you pull something like that you'll get more then a slap across the face".

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