I'm a romantic at heart, and wear my love for others on my sleeve. I love to party which sometimes is my downfall especially the next morning in more ways than one. I'm carefree and light spirited. I love to study things and find out how they tick. With my younger siblings and my really close friends I can fret over them like a mother hen, and my older brothers to an extent. I always see the good in others. My laughter is contagious and others are drawn in by it. I am definitely a daddy's girl growing up a tomboy, but coming into a bit of girly stuff in my later teenage years. I loves the color blue even dying my hair blue which pissed my mom off.

I am gullible when it comes to guys who aren't my friends. I can become indecisive and Insecure in a relationship usually with it ending with him cheating. I can be vulnerable to the guys I date. After a breakup I become moody, crying often, and eating cookie dough. I tend to procrastinate things till it's too late to do them or not enough time. I hate when girls talk about my brothers. Gushing about hot they are. That was just gross then in my opinion.

[smear:#09fcf1]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e619a5:0]
1)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details.
2)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
3)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.
4)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
5)Curious: Marked by the desire to investigate and learn.
6)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.

[smear:#e619a5]Negative Traits: [/smear:#09fcf1:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
5)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

I came into this world kicking and fighting. Screaming my lungs off. I was born a couple of weeks early after an accident my mother had. After being carefully looked over the doctors declared that I was fine. My mother on the other hand had a hard time recovering from it. I was handed right over to my father, never bonding with my mother. Instead I bonded with my father, and I had my father tied around my little finger pretty quick. I was their first daughter after five boys. Solstice only wanted to have boys, but Cobalt had been secretly hoping for a daughter. Solstice’s excuse was that girls were too high maintenance for her. Her friends had daughters, and she’d seen what they went through with them and had decided boys were a lot easier. Though how she knew that since she never had anything to do with my brothers I’ll never know.

Growing up I was definitely a tomboy, but I loved with my whole heart. My older brothers seemed to dote on me and protected me from everything. I learned to copy my older brothers, and tried everything that they did.

As I grew older I noticed how my brother Oliver seemed to keep to himself. As long as he was fine, I was fine though. I was a buffer between him and our older brothers when they would get to picking on Oliver too much. With all of my younger siblings I grew to be a mother hen, not taking after my mother one bit. Our mother never joined us for anything. She was too busy with work. Our father on the other hand was always there for us.

Like my brothers before me I got a mini bike when I turned four. Dad was surprised when I took right to it, but then I had been watching my older brothers and listening to the instructions my father gave them. I graduated to a dirt bike just a bit earlier than they did to their shock, and was tearing up that track beating even them in races. I was a daredevil, and not afraid of anything!

I was in an accident when I was eight. I was soaring through the air when another competitor got too close, and our bikes hit. I went flying through the air, and was knocked out not even knowing when my bike came down it landed on my leg breaking it. Dad said I was lucky I didn’t break my neck the way I landed. I woke up in the hospital in traction which I did not like at all. Dad jumped up seeing I was awake, and couldn’t stop his grin when I started complaining right away. Unfortunately I was out the rest of the season as well as the boy who had hit me. He was in the hospital longer than I was.

Next season came around and I was good to go and was tearing up the track again having fun. Like I’d never had an accident at all. The boy I had collided with wasn’t able to come back, and I felt bad for him. I didn’t let it stop me from competing though, and going all out. I was winning up a storm that season with my brothers cheering me on.

When junior high came around I was ready to go out for sports. Instead of volleyball though I went out for football much to everyone’s surprise. I had grown up playing it with my brothers and loved it. There were some that threw an uproar, and Sly who was an eighth grader was gaping when I showed up to try out. The coach was in the Wild Wolves MC, and he thought it was hilarious, and let me try out. Believe me he wasn’t laughing at the end of that practice. When he asked me what I was wanting to play his eyebrows shot up hearing me say wide receiver or running back on offense and told him I wanted to tackle on defense.

He was gaping by the end when I outran every boy there and caught the pass every single time. On defense I had sacked the quarterback three times. Which since it was the first practice and we weren’t wearing pads we weren’t supposed to be tackling. The last time it took the QB a little more time to get up off the ground. I was having a blast though, and Sly was trying not to laugh each time I sacked the QB which was his best friend Liam Deveraux. As for Sly he was a wide receiver too.

That week of tryouts flew by, and I did my best everyday, some days better than others. On Thursday the coach said the roster would be out on Friday morning. With word of a girl trying out the bleachers were filling up every day. The old ladies that came were cheering me on. My Aunt Carmelita was the loudest of them all. Dad just sat up there watching and smirking. There was some controversy still, and people were complaining to the school board. Their response was there was no girls team so if I made the team everything was legal.

Needless to say I made the team, and halfway through the season we were undefeated. Then we went up against a bigger school. They were all bigger than each of us. Some of them could even be high schoolers with how they were built. They seemed to be after me to make a joke of me and our school since there was a girl playing. First play though I ran like lightning, and Sly was getting blocked too. I got out in front and Liam let the ball fly through the air. I caught it and ran the last ten yards getting the first touchdown of the game. I had barely stopped and was hearing the cheers when I was tackled not by one, but two of their players. The air was knocked out of me and a fight broke out between the teams with our boys going after them. The stands were roaring with boos and the other side the stand was cheering that I had gotten tackled. The stands were full today.

Sly had made his way to me though, and I saw him right before I passed out, not able to catch my breath. When I came to, I was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. I tried to pull off whatever was on my face, but the EMT stopped me. It was Stephanie Davis, and she told me just to take deep breaths to get my lungs filled back up. I was looked over by Dr Drea James. I was cleared and got to go home later. Dad had been right behind the ambulance getting there.

Sly came bursting in later with the rest of my older brothers on his heels right as I was getting released. He had a black eye and a split lip from getting into the fight. “You alright?” Was the first thing he asked, and I nodded. A grin came over his face then. “We won! Your touchdown won us the game! We got to play and they got into trouble for unsportsmanlike conduct. We stopped them from scoring and they went after us again. So the refs called the game! Declaring us the winners, and the other team has been suspended for four games.” He was more than excited, but he’d been worried about me first.

The team was wanting to get together to celebrate, and Aunt Carmelita had told Cayo and Cebrian that they could come to Falcon’s roost to celebrate. I looked at dad when Sly asked if we could go. Dad always gave into us. He said “Fine, but you still have to rest. You were lucky the air was just knocked out of you.” He warned me, and I nodded. I got to ride with dad on the back of his bike over to Falcon’s Roost. The party was fun even though I sat there the whole time with dad watching over me. The rest of the year we went undefeated.

I went out for hockey too, but the girls team since they had one. I’d much rather have been on the boys teams, but yeah. Even though Hockey quickly became one of my favorite sports. I still got to play with my brothers on the pond out behind our place.

High school came before I knew it. I tried out for football, but the head coach was against it. This coach wasn’t well liked anyhow. The players detested him. The first day when I was in the girl’s locker room changing I thought I heard someone in there. The girl’s volleyball team was already out in the gym though. Looking around I didn’t see anyone. When I finished dressing I turned to go and ran into someone. I let out a shriek, and paled seeing it was the coach. “You scared me.” I got out as my heart was beating ninety miles an hour now.

He sneered at me and pushed me back against the locker. My eyes widened. “No girl is going to play on my team. So if you don’t want to get hurt I suggest you just leave now.” He hissed at me getting right in my face that I tried turning the other way. I felt some fear, but I was a Falcon, and my knee came up slamming into his groin. He groaned and I pushed him away and tried to make a run for it. He caught me though backhanding me and I fell to the cold hard floor. I groaned seeing stars for a few moments. He took that time to grab my wrists and he tied my arms to the bottom of the bench and smirked at me saying I wouldn’t be going to practice today. I kicked and fought yelling at him. He grabbed my t-shirt I had taken off and he shoved it in my mouth gagging me. “Good thing I was wearing a cup.” He commented and tied my legs up too. I glared at him. “Maybe we can have some fun together later.” He winked at me and I gagged, and it wasn’t from the gag.

I watched him leave and tugged at the ropes, but they were tight, and only tightened the more I struggled. Valiant and Sly knew I was trying out so they’d know something was up right when I didn’t show up. With the way I was laying my legs started to cramp up, and I was really uncomfortable. It felt like I layed there forever. It was the girls volleyball team coming in that found me there. There was laughter from a lot of them, and I’m sure they were videotaping and getting pictures of me. I growled inwardly. There were a few gasps too. It was Nevaeh and Katana Swanson who rushed over trying to untie me. My brother's girls that I had grown up with. Along with my cousin Stella.

They weren’t having any luck with the knots on the ropes. Thankfully Stella had pulled my t-shirt out of my mouth which was dry as a desert now, and I really wanted some water. Aphrodite Drakos was suddenly there, and she whipped out a knife, and cut the ropes that the girls couldn’t get undone. “Thanks.” I croaked out sitting up gingerly hurting everywhere. The volleyball coaches came in and wanted to know what was going on. One of the girls showed them on her phone. I ignored them grabbing Stella’s bottled water that was half empty out of her hand and downed it choking a little. The volleyball coach was asking me who tied me up. “Coach Barnes did.” I growled out and her eyes widened in shock. I could tell that she didn’t believe me.

Pushing myself up it took a few moments to work the kinks and cramps out. When they did I ignored the Volleyball coach going on. Picking up some of the ropes I marched out of the locker room heading to the football field. The volleyball team followed me while filming I figured but right now I really didn’t care. I stormed out onto that field and over to the coach where the boys were all knelt around the coaches and Coach Barnes was talking to them. I noticed my dad and uncle on the sidelines whose eyes widened seeing me. The boys had noticed me too. I walked right up to the circle and threw the ropes at the coaches back. He turned and frowned seeing it was me. I saw him look behind me too, but I didn’t bother. “First off you ass! I am a Falcon. You want to keep me from joining the team, you're going to have to do a lot worse than backhanding me and tying me up!” I told him forcefully and loudly, but not shouting.

There were grumblings from the boys, and I was suddenly grabbed and pulled back by my uncle when dad leaped at the coach taking him down, hitting him. I hadn’t noticed my best friend Colton till he was there in front of me checking me over. I pushed his hand away and glared at him. “I’m fine.” I said even though I was hurting some now. I could hear the coach yelling that I was lying that he hadn’t done anything. My father was heard saying “You're calling my daughter a liar?” He was growling it out too as he kept hitting the coach.

Sheriff Morgan was called and the coach was yelling he wanted my dad arrested for assault. Sawyer was with him, and she came over to me cupping my chin and looking my face over. She’d already been shown a video of how I had been found. Before they could do anything the new principal was walking out onto the field not happy one bit. She quickly took charge of the situation.

“Sheriff Morgan the school will be pressing charges and I figure the Falcons for this. There is footage on the school cameras of Coach Barnes going into the girls locker room and coming out about ten minutes later. There are no cameras in there, but the videos these girls have of Skyler tied up we have a pretty good idea of what happened.” Candy spoke up and Sheriff Morgan arrested the coach who was still arguing. When they led him by me he snarled that he would get even with me. My father growled again going for him, but Sheriff Morgan kept him from going as my uncle pulled me back again.

I had to give them a statement about what happened. When I was done my brothers were there checking me over. My other brothers had been there since the beginning, but I hadn’t seen them. None of them were very happy, but I pushed them away saying I was fine. I found out that the coach had told them he’d run into me on the way out of the building, and I had told him that I decided not to play and that I had other things come up. That was news to me. The assistant coach was moved up, and I finished tryouts making the team. I played mostly JV, but I did get put in later in Varsity games that year getting to play with both Valiant and Sly that year.

Boys had never been a distraction for me growing up. I was too much of a tomboy for that, friends with them. So I was surprised when I fell hard and fast for a guy my sophomore year. Emery was his name, and he was a dream. He had taken me out to eat, and excused himself to go to the bathroom after we ate. I waited and waited, but he never came back. Though my friends did inform me he had been dating more than one girl at a time.

I swore off of guys then, but realized I had loved the romance of it. Getting flowers, chocolates, walks in the park. I’d loved all of it, and missed it when it was gone. There were a few other guys, but I was left heartbroken time and time again finding myself sitting on my bed eating vanilla ice cream out of the carton with lots of chocolate syrup. Making chocolate chip cookie dough without the chocolate chips and eating all of it. Watching romantic movies made it even worse.

Partying wasn’t a good idea for me either. Most nights I couldn’t remember they were a blur, and the next morning wasn’t fun pulling myself out of bed. Especially when it wasn’t mine. Even though I remember having fun at first, but after a few drinks I had no clue. I should explain whose beds I woke up in. It’s not what you think. Usually it was one of my cousins or a good friend who slept elsewhere. At the parties I always made sure one of my brothers, cousins or friends were around, before I let loose blowing off steam.

It was during one of those parties that I got back together with Emery against my better judgment. Over time he got handsy and pushed me for more. Which I wasn’t ready for, and told him that. We’d been going out for awhile so my brothers and cousins weren’t watching me so much at the parties as I was always with Emery. At one of those parties he must have slipped something in my drink. I woke up the next morning hurting and alone. I wasn't sure where I was. I got up, cleaned myself up, and got dressed. I didn’t dare tell anyone about it, and when I saw Emery on Monday morning he smirked at me and had another girl on his arm.

I quickly ducked out of school and skipped for the day. I went home knowing only the staff would be there. Mom was supposed to be on some European adventure again. I made myself some cookie dough doubling the recipe and went up to my room eating it right out of the bowl with a big spoon. I was crying and hated life right at that moment. Everything on tv was some soapy romance drama. It was a while later I heard someone else in the house. Getting up I peeked out my door. I heard giggling and wondered if one of my older brothers was around with one of their girls. Walking down the hallway I thought I’d see for myself. Rounding a corner I let out a gasp seeing it was my mother about to go into her room with some other woman, and they were kissing. Of course she heard my gasp and glared at me. I took off running back to my room.

I was sitting back on my bed catching my breath when she walked in fuming. Wanting to know why I wasn’t in school. She advanced on me and I wished I hadn’t set down on my bed. She looked around seeing the used kleenexes on my bed and smirked looking back at me. “Been crying over Emery have we? Seems my little plan worked. Daddy wouldn’t be so proud of you now if he knew what a little slut you were!” I let out a gasp hearing her. “I’d say it was vice versa!” I shot back at her, earning a backhand from her.

I hadn’t noticed the belt in her hand that was probably dads till I felt the first sting of it hitting me. I turned away from her ending up on my stomach and she hit me about a half a dozen times on the back with it. I was biting back tears of pain, but I couldn’t hold them back on the last one. She leaned down hissing in my ear as she put a hand in my hair grabbing it and jerked my head back. “That’s just an inkling of what you will get if you tell your father or anyone about me being here or this! You understand me.” I nodded. When she was gone I laid there sobbing for a while. Finally curling up into a ball and grabbing what was left of the cookie dough, finishing it even though my stomach was hurting and in knots. I fell asleep crying when I finished it.

That was only the beginning of the abuse that carried on the rest of that year. Summer I spent most of my time at the dirtbike track staying away from her. Somehow Emery came back into the picture, and my life became a nightmare. I was missing practice at the track, and it got so bad I didn’t know which was up or down or how to get out of this mess. I could tell dad was disappointed in me. He didn’t yell at me or anything, but he did ask me what was going on with me. Of course I couldn’t tell him, and I hated that. I was afraid of what mom would do if I did. Not to just me, but the rest of the family. It was my burden to bear.

It came to a head later in the summer. I had alienated myself from my family pretty much. Even Sly and Oliver who I had always been close with. Pushing them away so much it hurt. We were at the drive in one night. I knew my older brothers were around somewhere with their girls. He made the mistake of pushing me into the side of the building when I was heading to go to the bathroom. Just as my sister in law Rebel walked out of the restroom. Neither of us saw her though. She heard him say mom said I needed to be punished again is what I found out later.

Next thing I knew River was there, and tearing into Emery. When he had torn him away from me I had fallen back against the building sliding down it. Ransym and Jethro came out of nowhere. Sly was suddenly there, and he picked me up, getting me out of there. I didn’t fight him as the fight had been knocked out of me a while ago. I passed out in his arms only to wake up in the hospital. I really hated waking up in the hospital. Dad was sitting there, and he jumped up coming over to me.

He just pushed my hair back from my face. I could tell he knew most of it now. I was in a hospital gown so had probably been checked out. It was him that told me that Rebel had seen him push me up against the building, and heard him. He asked how long this had been going on. I told him everything when the dam burst. He was holding me crying at the end. Things changed after that. My brothers had put Emery in the hospital, but he was taken into custody after he was released. Emery was already eighteen so at least they hadn’t beaten up a minor.

When I was released I didn’t go back to Nightingale Manor. Dad took me to Falcon’s Roost saying that we’d be living there from now on. While I had been in the hospital my family had packed up and left Nightingale Manor moving to Falcon’s Roost which was dad’s childhood home. As eldest of the twins it would have rightfully gone to him, but when he’d married mom he let Uncle Cavalier take it, but it would always be his home. Same as with Aunt Marisol. There were more than enough rooms for all of us, even Aunt Marisol’s family, but they lived elsewhere. They had packed all of my stuff up and it was already set up in my new room here.

My siblings had visited me in the hospital checking on me and bringing me flowers and balloons which my brothers had picked up earlier and brought home. They were all waiting on me and there were hugs and tears all around as they greeted me. Sly and Oliver were both a little standoffish I felt, but it was what I deserved for pushing them away.

In the days that followed neither Sly or Oliver were talking to me. My other brothers were driving me crazy checking on me. As were my cousins. I just wanted to be left alone for a while. Dad filed for divorce from mom and got a restraining order against her to keep her away from us kids. If she was smart she’d be staying in whatever country she’d flown off to to have fun. Aunt Carmelita surprised me by bringing me some cookie dough that was even better than what I usually made myself. She said it was edible dough that she had made for me, and if I wanted more to let her know. She’s definitely the best and I envied my cousins getting her for a mother.

I started back to school, but I didn’t go back out for football. I just didn’t have the energy or inclination to do so. I was hoping I’d be up for going out for hockey later in the year. For now I was just going to take one day at a time. I had friendships to mend with friends that had been destroyed with what went on for the last six months or so. Sly had graduated the year before, and was working full time for the rangers now so I didn’t see him often. Oliver was around, but wasn’t really since he was avoiding me yet, and often absorbed in whatever was going on in his head. My other younger siblings were around, but nothing that I had gone through I could really talk to them about. That protective older sister kicked in wanting to protect them from those horrors.

So for right now I was on my own starting back to school. I had opened up to my cousin Cammie a little on what happened. She was helping me deal with things that were still haunting me so that was good. Now I just had to put one foot in front of the other, and take one day at a time. I was starting to heal mentally, and physically, but it wasn’t going to happen overnight. My birthday was a week ago, and it had been mainly just family. It hadn’t been that bad, but I really hadn’t felt like celebrating. I’d wanted some wine coolers, but I wasn’t about to ask my brothers to get some for me after everything that happened the last few months. I got by, and probably for the best.