Xavier's Orphanage by Stormfreak

This story is rated R for strong themes relating to the following: non-consensual incest, child molestation/prostitution, eating disorders, mental illness and self-mutilation. If you're one of those people that actually sits down to type up hate mail to authors or web hosters, please skip this altogether. This story is alternate universe, and unfinished.

Dedicated to Ana. She knows why.
Exceprt from
Xavier's Orphanage, by Stormfreak

Marie Camden speaks to her boyfriend, Remy LeBeau:

“Daddy…Daddy was a wonderful man, Remy, when Mama was alive. Mama…Mama met Daddy before he was drafted for Vietnam. Mama said that Daddy saw some thing over there that turned his life around. So he comes back from the war, marries Mama an’ decided t’be a preacher. Ah think mama just ‘ went with it, figured he’s get over it in time. My mama wasn’t meant to be no preacher’s wife. Mama wanted t’have fun, even afta Ah was born.

“But Mama ran off one day…broke Daddy’s heart. Ah was seven. Ah remember it. Daddy was pullin’ on Mama and sayin’ that she was supposed t’be a good Christian wife, and Mama was lak she couldn’ take it anymore. Ah was at the door, screamin’ fo’ Mama t’come back…it’s lak she didn’t even hear me. She jus’ left. Left Daddy in t’yard, cryin’ on his knees. He really loved Mama, Remy. He did. She was the light of his life, an’ now she was gone. An’ Ah hated her for makin’ mah daddy so sad." “By this time, Daddy’s preachin’ was startin t’travel all aroun’ Mississippi. He was a young man, a young fatha, an’ that made him look good. I was happy, an’ fo’ a while it was just Daddy an’ me. Then Daddy got word that Mama died, an’ Ah think that changed him. Ah think until then, he thought that Mama could come back, would come back, but Mama’s boyfriend shootin’ her, well...that made it final.
“One day, Daddy told me that he going to teach me to be a good woman, a…a God-fearing woman. He…he was goin’ t’teach me t’be a perfect, god-fearin’ wife. Not lak Mamma. An’ I hated Mamma an’ I loved Daddy, so…
“Ah was excited it, believe it or not. Ah went to Sunday School an’ church every week, so Ah thought it would be fun. Just lak church. We sang songs an’ read the Bible a lot, an’ I would memorize passages to please mah Daddy. They were pretty passages too, an’ Ah would head them real well an’ Daddy would give me hugs. Strong hugs. Then one day, he kissed me. A real kiss, with tongue. Ah jumped, but Daddy tol’ me it was okay. An’ that’s how it started. Mah training. Little shit, lak t’kissin’. A little while later, he would have me hold his penis. He’d tell me that he would teach ne how t’touch a man so he’d lak it…so that I could be a good wife. He tol’ me no t’worry, that all daughters loved their daddies that way.”

Jean Grey reflects on the morning of her wedding to James Logan:

Let truth be told, Jean had wanted to die on and off for quite same time. Bipolar disorder was what the expensive doctor had diagnosed, and had prescribed happiness in the form of three tablets of lithium a day. One in the morning and two at night, always after meals.

Because of this, Jean was the black sheep of the family, the embarrassing family secret, the bipolar daughter. The crazy one. The nut. The one that had to be perfect at all times, lest someone figure out that a Grey had (gasp!) a mental illness.

Every time Jean had a bad day, it was because of her bipolar. If she missed a shot, the question was always: “Jean, did you take your medication today?” Sara, Daddy’s favorite daughter, was the one that gave him no trouble. Jean was the one with the dyslexia problem as a child, then the asthma, then bipolar as she grew older. Jean always had to see a doctor. Sara never needed a doctor…not until the day she died and no doctor could save her.

But hadn’t Jean redeemed herself by high school? A three-time varsity letterwoman before her junior year? Captain of both her volleyball and basketball team? She had track records that remained unbroken, cross-country times that would remain for years. She was no great shakes as a student, but she worked hard and kept a B average. Jean managed to swing a full scholarship to Brown and even graduated a year early. Her volleyball coach encouraged her to try out for the 2000 Summer Olympic volleyball team. But by that time, Jean had no desire to compete in any sport. Because by that time, no one was watching her anymore. John with his business meetings and Elaine with her young boyfriends, including the young man who should’ve taken Jean to her junior prom.
This is supposed to be my wedding day. My father is supposed to be giving me away. He would’ve given Sara away.

Brief excerpts from the diary of Ororo Munroe, mother to Lucas Bishop Junior:

I can't believe what I ate – eggs WITH cheese, and half a cinnamon roll! God, I'll be dancing for weeks to burn all this fat off. I wonder how many calories were in the cheese ALONE, let alone the eggs? One of these days, I'm going to feel so happy when I lose the weight and get thing – right now, all I know is that I'm so fucking fat. My face is starting to swell lately – my cheeks, I should say. If I could just stay away from food, damn it! I wonder how many calories are in water?...I wish I could just get rid of the girl in the mirror...maybe when I get thin enough, I'll be someone beautiful. Somebody THIN!!!!!! I feel like crying. I saw this show on TV where this woman got a ring around her stomach so she could eat less. It sounds wonderful! I don't need to be a super-beauty like Betsy or Jean, but just pretty enough to have one guy look my way. Maybe even love me, perhaps?...What an everyday struggle, trying to be thin and perfect. But I know it'll all be worth it, just as soon as I hit that magic number.

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