Sum it all up: Barbarella was born to David and Rena Milson in Ohio on February eleventh. Her father was a mechanic and her mother a teacher, until they were graced with children. Barbarella was the third and last child, the second daughter. Her siblings were all that her parents wanted, poised, beautiful, polite and respectable. Her brother growing up to be a charitable businessman, and her sister a radiate mother with a loving husband. No one really knew what went wrong with the Milson's youngest child. They were a fully supportive and loving family, always encouraging good in their children and attended church on a regular basis. Barbarella had all that she needed to develop into a reasonable and successful adult. That was the problem though, she got all that she ever wanted.. And yet she was never happy. Being in the upper middle class, her parents tried to repair their youngest daughter by buying her out. By the time she was ten both her brother and sister were moved out, being eight years her senior, and she got whatever she wanted. The barbie mansion, the high heeled shoes, and make up. Barbarella, who goes by her middle name Cleo, never found satisfaction in her toys, pretty looks, or popularity. Religion, academics, and even her family life never pleased her. Some might say that she's high maintenance, but what wasn't the case, Cleo just never found her place in life. She felt talent-less and unable to compete with her highly successful brother and sister. During her middle school days she found a love for drawing, and was interested to the art of tattoos. I guess you could say this is what started it all, her parents, both clean of tatttoos were against the idea of thier daughter becoming an artist, especially a tattoo artist. Not sure what to do with herself at the ripe age of twelve, she scouted around for a new lifestyle.
It was then that she became friends with her dear Greyson. Together they were a chaotic force, sneaking out just to piss off her parents, experimenting with the alcohol cabinet when her parents were out of town, and making fake IDs just for the thrill. They were the best of friends, skipping class to catch up on their sleep down by the creek and running around at night. He was the classic eye candy in high school, every girl wanted him. And quite a few of them got their wish. Knowing Cleo and Grey, kids at school were sure that they were together. Those were just stories though. Cleo and Grey were never together, nor did she ever plan on it. At sixteen, she was spending more time at Grey's house than her own. Her parents thought it was all a bad excuse to go out, get drunk and have sex. They absolutely hated Grey, thought he was a bad example, and they blamed him for basically everything. Blamed him for their daughter's rebellion and change of heart.
During her junior year of high school, age seventeen, she got involved with Trenton, a twenty-two year old tattoo artist. Cleo could have sworn she was in love with him, in love with his artwork, his recklessness and his smile. But his false feelings were what broke her young heart. During the six months that they were together, she kept it from most everyone, even Grey at one point. She spent her nights sneaking out with Trent, rather than Grey and got herself really messed up. Trenton introduced her hard drugs, and took every opportunity he could to take advantage of her. There were many nights when Cleo would be abandoned somewhere, and of course she called Grey to pick her up. Trenton hated Grey, and accused Cleo of cheating on him with Grey whenever he got the chance. The only tattoos Cleo has were done by Trent, first the two birdies on her pelvic bone, done on a whim one night at his friend's shop. The other was done on a drunk night in his basement apartment, seeing as Trenton's nickname was Cunt he marked his spot on Cleo. They had a dysfunctional relationship, with more sex than fighting and more fighting than talking. She blamed all the bad times on the drugs and alcohol, but deep down she knew better.
After months of Greyson warning her and trying to protect her from Trenton and his friends, Cleo's eyes were opened at a party. It was a cold night in January, and Trent had invited Cleo and a group guys over to drink and smoke. Trent, high as ever, drugged Cleo's drink; putting her into a trance, unable to move but aware of what was happening. He and his friends then took to having a little fun, and each took their turn at Cleo. Part way through the night, the drugs got the best of her and she blacked out completely. The next morning (or afternoon, really), Cleo woke up in Greyson's bed. He was gone, "at school" she assumed. Not sure how she got here, but horrified about the previous night, she spent the next two days at Greysons; ashamed, and broken. After that night, Trenton's number had changed, it was like he'd fallen off the planet; moving to a new town. Since then, she's not quite trusted men like she used to, Greyson being one of the few men she feels safe with.
At age nineteen, living at home was a drag and Cleo needed to get away. Her parents were constantly bickering with her, it had even gotten physical between Cleo and her mother. Cleo was always coming home at ungodly hours of the night, and even arrived drunk at a family Christmas party. Trying their best to support their last child, the Milton's agreed they won't kick her out, at least until she was graduated from school (She was a second year senior). During the summer after her graduation she crashed at Grey's house for a month or so. She worried her mother and father half to death, leaving only brief messages at late hours and avoiding all their phone calls. When they found out where she'd been staying, they kicked her out of the house, officially. Too tired to care, and too involved to apologize she convinced Grey, along with the rest of her golden five, to take to the road..