A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever. English is not my native language. I'm fairly new at this, so if the characters seem OOC or Mary Sue-ish then I'm sorry for that. I hope you will enjoy this story. Thoughts and flashbacks will be in italic.
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own the Lost Boys or any lyrics or movie quotes I used. I do however own Asrael and other OCs.
Asrael softly made her way through the backyard. Carefully she walked to the backdoor, trying to make as little noise as possible. She finally reached the door. Praying that her good luck would save her, she turns the doorknob. Nothing, not the tiniest squeek of protesting wood. She sighed in relief. Maybe tonight she would be able to go to bed without bruises or cuts. She tiptoed towards her room. But as she was about to enter her safe haven, the lightbulb in the hallway flickered. Damn, she thought, I was so close!
She turned around, and saw her father grinning at her like a madman. Great, he was drunk again. She knew that she would be sore the next morning. Dejectedly, she went into her room. As soon as the door closed, her father began to beat her viciously. But no matter how bad he treated her, she never made a sound. Partly out of pride, but particularly to protect her mother and her little brother Sam. They didn't know about the beatings. They couldn't know about it. She didn't want her brother to be the one covered in bruises. She had to be strong, she had to protect them. She had the nagging feeling they were starting to suspect something. They would give her these odd looks sometimes.
Suddenly she thought of her older brother, Michael. Of course he didn't know anything. He had always been Daddy's boy. She couldn't help but sneer at the thought. Unfortunately, her father had seen it. He dragged her up by her hair, and tossed her onto her bed. Panic rushed in like a flood wave when she felt his hands go underneath her t-shirt. He had never done this before. She could feel herself stiffen at his touch. The beatings she could take, but rape? She started trashing around wildly, in an attempt to get him off her. It only seemed to encourage him further. She banged her head against the bedpost violently, and instantaneously black spots appeared before her eyes. She was slowly sinking away into the darkness when she heard shouting, and sounds of struggling. Before she fainted she saw her mother's tear-stained face, and Michael struggling to keep Sam from hitting her father with a baseball bat.