I wrote this about an hour ago, out of boredom, so lets see if anyone actually reads this.

I actually wrote it while listening to "For The Love of A Daughter" although I don't know how this came to mind from it, as it really has absolutely NOTHING to do with the song.

Chapter 1: Mitchie

I was six years old when my mom died, while trying to protect me. I had run out onto the road, and a car was speeding towards me. My mom ran to grab me and push me out of the way of the car. Just as she got me away from the car, it slammed into her and dragged her body all the way into the light pole a few feet away. Both the driver and my mom died right there.

After a while, it turned out that the guy who was driving had been drinking earlier, and thought it would be fun to start racing around the streets of Dallas. But both my dad, and my brother decided to blame me for her death anyway. They have made it clear countless times, that they would have preferred it if I was the one that got dragged into that light pole. All because i was the one who ran out onto the road as a kid.

It was 3 in the morning when I quietly snuck into the house, hoping that both Tony and my dad would either be sleeping, or out somewhere for the night. It was Thursday night, and we had the day off at school tomorrow for some teacher conference. I took advantage of that, and asked my boss to give me an extra long work shift tonight, and he agreed, knowing I didn't want to be at home. I had just finished my shift at Buzz Brews for the night, hoping that when i got home, no one was there. I often asked my boss to work late so I could avoid Tony and my dad, but sometimes it didn't work. Like tonight.

I shut the door as quietly as I had opened it, and tip-toed to the stairs, about to go to my room.

"Mitchie! Is that you? Get over here!" I froze in my tracks as I heard the all too familiar sound of my drunk father yelling at me. "Get over here, you stupid little bitch! Now!" He yelled again, his voice getting angrier, as my brother just laughed as if it was some kind of joke to him.

I debated going to them and getting it over with, or running to my room and locking myself in there until they were gone, which would only result in worse beatings tomorrow. I decided on the latter, hoping I could get away from it everyday. No such luck.

As soon as my dad heard me continue going towards the stairs, he told my brother to come after me. Just as I was about to make it to the safety of my room, Tony grabbed the back of my shirt, and pulled me away from my room, almost knocking me down. "You didn't think you would get away that easily, did you?" He snickered, dragging me harshly back down the stairs and over to my dad.

"Ya tryin' to run away from me? Might be more effective if I didn't come after ya, don't ya think? Do ya know how to do that? You'd just have to run out on that road, just like when ya killed your mama out there. Ya took her life! You're nothin' but a selfish little bitch!" I just stood there, not daring to say a word, and trying to hold back the tears as what he said cut through me like a knife. Again.

"Aw, come on dad," Tony started, and looked at me sympathetically. I looked back at him, confused. Had he really come around? Had he gone back to the way we used to be? When my mom first died, he was always there to protect me from my dad's rage. And then, he got older, and started believing what my dad told him. He started hating me for killing our mom as well. But maybe he was realizing that it wasn't actually true. "Is that all you got? What about chasing her all the way out to the highway," he said, looking back at my father. I guess I spoke too soon. Who was I kidding, he would never change. My dad has completely brainwashed him into believing I'm the bad guy.

I tried to swallow back the lump growing in my throat as my dad stood up and stepped towards me. "Y'know what, son? That sounds like a much better idea," he said, staring me down. I found myself unable to breathe, so I slightly opened my mouth so I could take a deeper breath, and as soon as I did, he reached out his hand to slap me. "Who said ya can talk, bitch?" He yelled, after his hard hand collided with my cheek.

I could feel my cheek stinging as they both just laughed. Unfortunately, it was so funny that he slapped me again. And again. And then he punched me. First in the eye, then in the nose, then he threw the hardest punch right at my throat, all the while, laughing along with Tony.

At first, I tried to fight back, but the more I did, the harder the hits got. He completely knocked the air out of me when his fist collided with my throat, and I fell to the ground, unable to breathe.

Once i was on the ground, he started kicking me instead, and yelling at me for killing his wife, and ruining everything because I just had to go and be a stupid little bitch. A stupid selfish bitch.

His voice was starting to fade out, and his foot in my side was starting to hurt less, I was beginning to lose consciousness. Then he stopped, and threw an envelope at me, as I lay there, choking, and trying to catch my breath. The last thing I remember seeing is Tony walking up to me, and giving me one last hard kick in the side, knocking me out completely.

The next morning, I awoke in the same spot on the cold hardwood floor that I was left on last night. Everything hurt, and I cried out in pain as I tried to move. Suddenly, a ripped open envelope fell off my chest and onto the floor next to me. I looked at it, confusion etched into my face, as I recalled the events of last night. This must have been the envelope my dad had thrown at me yesterday.

I slowly forced myself move enough so that I could pick up the envelope, and take out the letter that was inside. I unfolded it, and nearly passed out again. This must have been the reason they were so mad last night.

The words were written so clearly at the top of the page; "Congratulations, Miss, Torres. You have been accepted into your first choice of our Music Department here at UCLA. We look forward to seeing you here in the near future." I stared at the paper, shock. Had I really gotten accepted? I was finally going away for college, and getting away from this hell hole. No more beatings, no more "jokes", and definitely no more living with the male species. Or so I thought.

The pain I was feeling from last night immediately disappeared as I pushed myself up off the floor and went to go take a shower, more excited than I ever remember being.

If you want me to continue this, let me know in a review. :D

I'm usually not very good with updating, but this time I actually have a second chapter written already, so if anyone does want me to continue this story, I won't disappoint like I did with Downfall (for the movie "Just Like Heaven" if anyone is interested. :P)