WHY???

[crluva]

hi girls   after a lot of thought i decided to write a fic i'm actually quite young so i would really appreciate ya'll to guide me.
the fanfics i have read so far(all about cristiano )have been tremendous and have been a great inspiration to me
Author: Alisha/Crluva
Rating: i'm not really sure i think it's suitable for all audiences if there's any violence or writing some readers might feel  uncomfortable with i'll but up a warning before it.
Category: Romance,tragedy
Characters:Alisha -however i picked my own name becuase i just couldn't think lol sorry the things that occur in the fic r purely fiction so please don't relate them to me Cristiano Ronaldo and probably other footballers however they will not be the main focus
Length: hopefully Long story
Summary: extremly intense theres going to be alot of different emotions and feelings
sacrifices,extremism,betrayal,love,anger,pain,happiness,secrets will be revealed, people will cheat,backbiting,bitching,drugs,alcohol,smoking.
Beta: if i need one i'll ask one of you girls but 4 now i'll be alright
Disclaimer: I do not own Cristiano Ronaldo *YET!* lol j/k or his family, or any of the other footballers mentioned in my story. This is just fiction, not the reality.
Authors Notes: i'm going to update my 1st chapter tommorow i'll be looking forward 2 see what you girls/guys think please do comment your opinion will be really appreciated
 

[crluva]

HI everyone it's really late about 11:26pm here in the uk but as i promised i'm gonna update . It's not really good well thats what i fink anyway but it's alright please tell me what you think


Chapter 1


Sitting down in a big comfy chair in my huge office I tried to let all this sink in. It's been 6 months and I still can't belive all this is mine.How?
god it's just unbelivable. I have worked so hard I've always dreamed of being a millionaire and having my own buisness but to have this amount of success at
such a young age I never thought could happen.I looked at the silver watch on my arm it was 12:30pm it was pretty late but I guess thats the price you have
pay for being rich. Streching my arms I couldn't help but notice the small thin scar on my left arm.


FLASHBACK
Tears were pouring down my face I couldn't belive it. How could he go? Why did he do this to me? I loved him more than myself more than anything in
this damn world!I would never allow anyone to utter a word against him.He was the reason I breathed.He was my Love.He was my life.Why? I chocked as tears
rushed down my face once again clutching his picture I cried harder as it finally hit me he was gone.

"Alisha get down this instance you fucking bitch" she bellowed.I gasped as I heard my mother shout.SHIT! If she found out I was crying I was going to get it.
"Coming" I said trying to sound as normal as possible. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror.My eyes were puffy and
extremly red.
"What are you doing get down now!" she yelled again. I ran down the stairs into our small living room to be met with my mums peircing stare.
"you've been crying again haven't you" she said her voice was cold and icy.
"No" I said quietly. Who was I trying to fool even a blind man could figure I had been crying.
"You've been crying for him again haven't you, why can't you get it into your thick skull that he doesn't give a fuck about you" she yelled
slapping me so hard that I fell onto the sofa. It wasn't her hard slap that made tears flow down my pink cheeks it was her words.It was all true!
for gods sake he didn't even know me.
"why are you crying for that bastard" she said viciously attcking me again.She grabbed my brown locks and threw me to the floor.
"what haven't I done for you" she said kicking my back.
"And look what you fucking turn out to be you fucking slut"
"Go on tell me how many fucking men have you been lying under you bitch" I cried harder as she slapped me again. She was going on about how
I did everything according to my own will and never listened to her it wasn't the truth everything I wore till Everything I ate was controlled by her.
she wacked me hard  near my ribs with the remote contol.I was sure that I would have a bruise by tommorow.She threw the kitchen knife at me slashing my arm
causing a deep cut  blood was flowing like no tommorow.
"Oh My God Alisha I'm so sorry" she said crying and grabbing me into a hug.
"I didn't mean to you know I lose my temper but thats not my fault it's YOURS"
"Why do you make me do such things" she said putting a piece of cloth onto my deep wound.
I didn't say anything.She was going on about how much she loved me and how she was really sorry.After a few minutes  she let me go into my room. As I entered
my room I let all the tears rush down my cheeks.I cried for a good ten minutes before walking into the bathroom to see myself in the mirror. my eyes were
more puffier and redder than before. my soft sun-kissed skin was pale. My bottom lip was cut and my nose had stopped bleeding.my back was really sore and
the pain in my arm was throbbing away.I walked back into my small bedroom and rapped my arm with a bandage I found. I fell on to my bed and started to cry
as her words replayed in my head. "why can't you get it into your thick skull that he doesn't give a fuck about you" her voice screamed in my ear.
because I love him I whispered to myself in betwen tears.
"And look what you fucking turn out to be you fucking slut"
"Go on tell me how many fucking men have you been lying under you bitch" I cried harder as her words peirced threw me like a dagger how could a mother call
her own daughter a slut.I cried all night my breathing was becoming increasingly unormal. After a few hours I calmed down and fell asleep still clutching his photo.


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END OF FLASHBACK

I can't believe I still remember that. I remember the exact words she said to me.I was only 12 then and Manchester United had agreed to transfer cristiano
to Madrid. Looking back I feel really silly for making such a big issue.My love for him hasn't changed a single bit to be honest it has increased
I was hurt but time took care of that. I smiled at the photo of cristiano I had on my desk. I was 20 years old and still were a crazy fan.I turned off my
laptop and kissed his photo before grabbing my keys and getting into my lamborghini and driving home.

[Camila7]

This is quite a good start, really dramatic, Great Job can't wait for more 

[beri84]

good start...looking forward to more! ^ i agree...very dramatic!

[Minxi]

Wow I really like this story line yea... Pls update soon:D

[angel210292]

I really like your story!!!! It's different! Update soon!!

[Maii_423]

great job with the start! ill wait for the next chapter

[xxvicxx]

wow this is a gd start , i love it so far, plz post more soon x

[crluva]

OMG thank you girls sooooooo much i really appreciate all your comments it makes me want to write more
i'll update on friday or saturday and it'll be a big update

thx love youxx

[crluva]

SORRY EVERYONE

i apologise i'm falling behind but i'm soooo busy and really tired. but heres a taster of the next chapter it's really short but plz tell me wat you guys think it encourages me to write more



"Please dad don't" I begged him crying.His hands were travelling up my t-shirt."STOP IT" I screamed pushing him fiercly.He grabbed my hair and slapped me hard."Let go of me you bastard" I cried only to be met with another slap. "PLEASE DON'T" I cried. "NOOOOOOOOOO" I screamed.

[crluva]

IM SOOOOOOOOO SORRY GUYS  FOR THE DELAY BUT HERE IT IS  I'll be posting more tommorow




"Please dad don't" I begged him crying.His hands were travelling up my t-shirt."STOP IT" I screamed pushing him fiercly.He grabbed my hair and slapped me hard."Let go of me you bastard" I cried only to be met with another slap. "PLEASE DON'T" I cried. "NOOOOOOOOOO" I screamed.




I woke up to find myself sweating. I could feel my cheeks burning and my head was hurting. I tried to calm down and tell myself it was just a bad nightmare.I got out of my bed and walked into my ensuite bathroom shaking I could barely walk.I splashed my face with icy cold water and wiped my face with a soft towel.I've been having this dream for 8 years now.My father tried raping me twice.Fortunatly for me he didn't succeed but the memory still haunts me till this very day. I ran my hand through my hair trying to relax and went back to bed.

*NEXT DAY*
(Alisha's POV)
I was driving to work in my mercedes fuming. It was just like every other morning waking up arguing with my parents missing breakfast and leaving for work. I was sick of them constantly telling me of for my clothes come on people I'm 20 YEARS OLD I should be able to wear whatever I want. My parents were extremly strict you'd think they were born in the 1850s. I was wearing a black pencil skirt with a blouse, tights and some high heels. My dad went into fits saying i looked like a .... i'm not even gonna bother sayin it. I was just sick of them. They didn't realise how hard i worked.I was only 20 and had absolutely NO SOCIAL life at all. I had only been to a nightclub once with a couple of mates from work after a a conference my mum went ballistic sayin how dissapointed she was in me and how I had let her down, WTF she sure knows what buttons to press to wind me up however I don't like alcohol so i don't drink but thats not the point. I've only had 2 boyfreinds which again my mother and father did not approve of. Tom who only lasted 3 weeks after finding out i didn't want to have sex before i got married and Ryan who was too scared of my parents, can you beleive that. A lot of guys have asked me out i get asked out by  guys everyday at work but you have to keep proffesional.

*at Work*

"Charlotte give me that file" I said pointing at a blue file on my desk. she passed it to me as I sat down in my chair. I read through the thick file about the profit/loss this week. Things were looking good however we were losing money over ridiculous things. I made a metal note to bring that up in the next meeting which was going to start in about 15 minutes. I got a call saying there was some problems in madrid. The hotel was struggling to keep up at the amount of people booking in. last month I had planned an extension for the hotel which was going to plan however I thought I should go to keep everything supervised and undercontrol. The hotel Manager had rang me 2 weeks ago saying it would be good if I came to see how things were going.
"Elizabeth would you please book me and Dawn a 2 week flight to madrid for Thursday" I asked my secetary.
"sure"she replied. I decided to take my best freind Dawn since i'd be bored on my own. It was just a ordinary buisness trip to Madrid that changed my life...


so what do u think 

[raleyLFC09]

NOthing good ever happens unexpectedly in madrid lol jk jk  I can't wait to see what does happen!

[Camila7]

Omg what's gonna happen in madrid? Great update
(:

[beri84]

ooh lal la...Madrid for two weeks...this should def. be interesting!