Intro. Ansley has lived in New York City almost all her life. She is a 16 year old girl, dark brown hair and grass green eyes. Her mom left her when she was only 4 leaving her with her obnoxious father and his mean, snobby girl friend. They all lived in a small house with two rooms, one bathroom, and a kitchen. Until her father was convinced by Sandy (his girl friend) to send her off to a foster care. And that's when the story begins....
Its 8:00am and Ansley is already working on her chores. Humming to the lobby music she mops the extremely dirty floors of her foster home. Working hard to clear the heel mark left by Mrs.Aviry's high heels. "Hello Ansley." says Mr.Franklin as he walks to his desk. "Hi Mr.Franklin." Ansley responds still trying to scrub off the mark. "I see you have been keeping up with daily chores." He says back trying to keep a conversation. Ansley very busy says "Yes sir I have. Not to disrespect you but I must go make the girls beds. I don't have much time to talk." She walks to put the mop away and waits for his approval to leave. He nods gently and she walks towards the rooms.
"SURPRISE!!" the foster girls screamed as Ansley walked in to make the beds1. "Wow thanks guys... But what is this all for?" she said happy to see all her friends. "We heard it was your birthday two days ago. Why didn't you tell us?" Haley said. She was Ansley's best friend. "I forgot to but you didn't have to do all this.!" Ansley said looking around. All of the sudden Mrs.Franklin (The owners wife) barged in the room. The girls jumped as she yelled, "What are you little brats doing down here.?!" she pauses looking at the glitter all over the floor. "Explain right now!" She said as she pulled on Emily's hair. "We... I... We..." Emily tried to put her words together but Ansley interrupted, "They were throwing a surprise birthday party for me!" she yelled quickly releasing the words out of her mouth. Mrs.Franklin raised her hairy unibrow and spat out, "Party? Party? There will be NO such thing!!" throwing Emily on the bed by her hair she went to Ansley and grabbed her arm. Ansley gasped and yelled, "STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!". "Ugh! Don't you ever speak to me like that!" Said Mrs.Franklin smacking her fragile face. Then all of the tears stopped and heads turned to the now opened door.
Mr.Franklin walks in quickly. "What is all this nonsense?!" he asked as soon as he got to Ansley's side. His eyes wondered from all over the room to Mrs.Franklin. "Well.. You see I was trying to figure out what this mess was about. They said they were going to have a party." Mrs.Franklin said trying to make since. "And this is how you deal with the situation.!" He sounded surprised. Looking at the red mark on Ansley's arm he said, "Come to my office I'll fix you up. As for the rest of you clean up this mess. And Velda Franklin wait in the lobby.". He nodded and every one got to what they were told to do. He turned quickly and walked out the door with Ansley close behind him.
Waiting at the door Mr.Franklin watched Ansley walk in. "Just sit on my desk and I'll get the first aid." He said in a low soothing voice while he was still facing the closed door. Before he slowly turned around to face Ansley he locked the door.
Ansley sat their quiet. Mr.Franklin grabbed a ice pack and towel. He walked toward and looked into her eyes. Pulling his face to her ear he whispered, "I'm going to make you feel all better.". He leaned back and flashed a big grin. Sliding his hand down her side he said, "Just stay very quiet.". Ansley looked at him confused and wondered what he was thinking. Finally she asked, "What are you doing?". "No no Ansley keep quiet." he said sliding his hand into her shirt and pulling it off. "Just play along and everything will be fine." he reminded her. "Stop what are you doing?!" she screamed. Smacking her hand across his face. "How dare you? After all I have done for you girls. I took you in and fed you, put a roof over your head and this is how you treat me? No. No. This will not be allowed! I will get what I want! I own you Ansley! I Own You!" he yelled but not loud enough for anyone outside to hear.
Ansley backed up as Mr.Franklin spit in her face. She was scared out of her mind and had no idea what to do. Mr.Franklin continued feeling her body and rubbing her chest in circles. She stayed very still and watched his hands. They moved from her chest down to her stomach and right above her pants, slowly trying to unbutton her pants. Thats it she couldn't take it! Kicking him in his gut he fell back. She grabbed her shirt and ran to the door. She tried to unlock it but it wouldn't budge. She turned around and saw him standing there, smiling and holding something that looked like a key. Wait it was a key. She turned around and saw that the door could be locked from the I side, keeping whoever walked in trapped unless they had a key. He walked up to her and slapped her hard. She then felt a sudden urge of power over her. Something she never felt before. Strength ran down her body. Pushing herself up from the door she looked at him. Her green eyes turning charcoal black. He backed away still smiling. "Give me the key!" she said confident. "Ummm.. NO!" he said not yet scared of her. She stepped forward and he pulled out a whip. Slinging it across her upper thigh. She felt the pain but kept walking toward him. He slashed it again but this time it hit her abdomen. She walked closer not stopping. He pulled the whip up and brought it down aiming for her face. She caught the whip with her hand. Yanked it backward and it swung out of his hand. The whip slid on the floor, both eyes were on it until Franklin went after it. He ran past her. Sticking her foot out he tripped and fell face flat to the floor. Not yet able to reach the whip he tried to crawl up to it. But just before he touched it she stepped on his head. Pounding his nose on the floor. Blood rushed out. She turned him over and yanked the key off the necklace around his neck, unlocked the door, and left holding her shirt in her hand.