The Possibility and the promise.
Story: Dennis MacDonald wants custody of Casey and Lizzie. Venturi's aren't happy, especially Edwin and surprisingly Derek. Dennis isn't the nice kind of guy… my story, so I make it up as I please :D Hope you like the story. Dasey of course.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, don't be surprise.
Chapter One.
"You stupid child. All you know is to fuck up everything!" the dark figure yelled as he shoved eight year old Casey MacDonald to the floor.
"Daddy, I'm sorry," she pleaded as his foot rammed into her stomach, making her breath become pitch.
"Shut up you worthless piece of shit!" he continued to yell as he picked her up and threw her against the mirror, making it shatter.
Once again, she was being punished for not finishing the dishes on time. She fought the urge to yell and cry, for if she did, he would hit her harder. Her mother tried to push her father off Casey, but all she received was a punch in the face. Lizzie ran into the room to protect her older sister, but their father just grabbed her neck and then Casey's neck.
"You're just as pathetic as Casey and Lizzie are, Nora! It was a mistake to marry you! You hear me you stupid idiot!" Dennis yelled at Casey and Lizzie who could barely breathe, "You both were accidents!" and with that, he pushed them away and pulled Nora up to the room to continually yell at her and abuse her.
Casey pulled Lizzie and wrapped her arms around her as they heard their mother's cries.
Casey jolted up from her bed with cold sweat all over her body. Damnit. She rubbed her eyes and checked the clock. 2:21 A.M. "Great," she muttered to herself as she got off her bed and went downstairs. No matter what she did, she would never get over the fact that she had to live with an abusive father for eight years.
She shuttered to the memories that washed through her. She fought the tears the rimmed around her eyes. She would not cry. Not anymore, no matter how much she wanted to. Her dreams were what haunt her now of her father. The punches and the kicks she'd receive for not being home on time, or for not obeying. The times she watched her mother beaten close to death. So many times she tried to help her mother and sister, but all she would get are more and more bruises. She thought of herself as the one who didn't belong.
She picked up a glass and poured out water, downed the drink and went back upstairs. She went into Lizzie's room to check her sister who was sleeping peacefully. She swore on her life that she wouldn't let anything happen to her. Not again. Not ever. She vowed to keep her mother and little sister safe, even if it meant for her to get hurt in the process. She took a deep sigh, kissed her forehead, and then walked to her room and lied down looking at the ceiling for a couple of hours till she finally fell asleep.