Brown Eyed Girl
By: spoiledsquish
Disclaimer: Not mine. If you don’t believe me, then watch Waiting In The Wings or A Hole In World for further indication that I don’t, nor never will, own them!
Author's Note: The title is from a 50’s/60’s song. Thought of it when I was at the dentist the other day. Hope everyone enjoys the fic. Huge thanks to Chelle and Kris for the challenge. It’s in Buffy’s POV, for the first little bit, at least…
Distribution: My site, Seductive Web, PPA, Enchanting Place, Fanfiction.net, WTTS, PFYL, TEF, Sempiternal Beloved...If you host my fics regularly, feel free. If you don’t, just ask and most likely you shall receive.
Summary: AU challenge fic issued by Marchelle & Kristian. Challenge will be posted at the end of the fic.
Pairings: B/A, F/L. Other pairings may come later.
Rating: NC-17.
Spoilers: None, cuz it's AU.
Dedication: To all my girls, Lynn, Torey, Chelle, Kris, sobad, Jem, Amy, Linds, Nicole, Katie, Stars, Akay, Ash, and to any others that I haven’t mentioned, this fic is for all of you. You all have inspired me in words that I cannot express and even if I tried, I’d start balling as I’m about to while I’m writing this, so I will stop. I love you all and this fic is purely for you guys.
Chapter 1
~ Los Angeles, 2007~
I used to be a girl. An innocent child…I gave up that dream a long time ago. I did things to myself that, under normal circumstances, never would have occurred.
I did it all because my parents had abandoned me pretty much since birth. I grew up in an orphanage, with all of the rest of the troubled and misused youth in Los Angeles.
Even that damn orphanage in “Annie” was like the lap of luxury compared to what I went through.
I was fine until the moment I hit puberty. Then that evil wench of a headmistress, Maggie Walsh, introduced me to what she called my “coming out”.
I’ll never forget that day.
I wanted to puke my brains out after feeling all that torture.
I tried to get away but they just pulled me back and laughed.
No one could stop them, not even the social workers. Everyone knew what was going on, and no one did a damn thing to stop it.
I would also come to find out that I had not been the first girl they had done this to. Practically the whole orphanage had been exposed to this, and those that hadn’t were planned to be.
No one could get away from it.
So, eventually, all of us got used to it. It was a daily ritual, like brushing your teeth before bedtime, and taking a shower so you didn’t smell all icky.
The more I was exposed, the more turned on I got. Disturbing, isn’t it? The one thing that I could not stand was the one thing that I was turned onto the most.
That wasn’t the worst part.
The sickest factor in all of this was that I never felt ashamed of it…not ever, after that first time. Then one day it all changed.
I met him.
My life was never going to be the same again.