Disclaimer: Own nothing; everything is J.K. Rowling's except for Emerald.

A-N Here's a BRAND new story. Please go easy on me.

Emerald sat at her plain window still while the tears and blood that had lain on her cheeks were slowly drying leaving her a memory she so desperately wanted to forget. She, herself imagined the window crying as the rain streaked the glass. Was it feeling the pain she was, she was used to the blood and scars but the words her father said today while he continuality struck his hand over her shaking body was more then she could handle. The words continued to repeat in her head as if they never ever wanted to leave. They wanted to stay and remind her what a failure she was in her fathers eyes.

Flashback

I heard him coming into through the kitchen back door. If I was lucky I could make it back to my room in time without him noticing. That was if I was lucky enough and these days luck didn't seem to care for me. Falling to my knees I started to crawl, I could already smell his harsh breathe of whiskey. He probley went out with some of his pureblood fanatic friends and got drunk like there's no tomorrow. I continued to craw, the hope rising inside of me when I reached the stairs. Maybe today can be my lucky day, its never too late "Where do you think your going no good for nothing blood traitor" I keep silent wishing that he could maybe pass out from the high level of alcohol in his blood "I said ANSWER ME" I started to shake uncontrollably.

This always happened when I could feel I was in for another bashing. "I was just going off to my room to leave you in peace father" at this point I started to pray. Lord can you hear me, please Lord save me from my father, I don't want to suffer anymore.

"Sure you were you little cow, I don't believe a word that comes out of your filthy disgusting mouth"

"Please father just let me go bac…"

"DON'T YOU SPEAK ANOTHER WORD, I ve had enough of you"

"Please I beg you, don't hurt me"

"Too late because Ive made up my mind"

Tears threated to come forward but i refused to show my father any mercy.

He slapped me so hard that I fell against the wall at full force. I still kept strong, still refusing to give mercy.

"You felt that didn't you ugly slut"

I kept my head still and down

"YOU WILL SPEAK TO ME"

Silence was all he heard

"Now you will suffer even more"

He kicked my stomach so hard that I even couldn't help but give a yelp of pain.

"Yes that hurt didn't it well it seemed your mother felt the same"

He crossed the line now

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MOTHER"

"Well how did you think she died? Oh yes I remember you thought she died in a unfortunate shoot out"

"She did didn't she" I mumbled quietly with the fear rising up

"No she didn't it was far from it"

"Then what was it?"

I looked up into his dark hazel eyes and saw the greed and self accomplishment behind them.

"Oh god father please say you didn't touch her"

"What do you think daughter"

"You beat her to her death didn't you?"

"What a sharp mind you have my repulsive daughter"

"Mother Im sorry" I whispered before the Words faded away as i watched helplessly while he continued to strike me down. I was numb everywhere and i could feel the blood and wounds appearing on my frail body but that didn't compare to the slow pain of my breaking heart,

End of Flashback

Morning arose and Emerald slowly awoke at the sound of a local bird cheeping. Her head slowly pressed against the window, empty of scattered rain that lay there the night before. Emerald made her way to her bathroom to remove the dry blood and clean herself up. She also needed to do immediate action to the wounds her father caused, after years of his bashing she knew pretty well first aid. Today was the day she escaped this hell hole, it was all planned and she would leave and visit her Aunty Claira.Her Aunt was her sisters mother and relatively nice though she heard her mother complain about her aunt when she was a young kid. Apparently her aunt was like this one of these pureblood freaks that is obsessed with everyone in the magic world being pureblood. It was sicking what the magic world thought today but this was the only way. She would rather live with someone that could shelter, feed her and wouldn't even think of touching her. Even staying with her father would be harder then she could imagine since she doubted she could even look at him now after his confession or rather his achievement in his mind.

She had to escape and as soon as possible, she had to leave her father, this house, Florida and most defiantly the U.S.A .Aunty Clairia is said to live in London, England and that was her next stop. She piled everything in her suitcase, which wasn't a lot since her dad thought she didn't need very much and made her way down the stairs quietly. Her Dad lay there sleeping off the alcohol, His chest rising and falling heavily. He was dead asleep and she was sure of it, now to reach the floo power. Father knew that one day I would run away or try to escape so he managed to put high security spells around the house until i left for school. He also hid the stash of floo powder but of course I was not stupid after spending my summer holidays inside this house. The floo power was in the cabinet locked with the key that hung out of his Jean's pocket. Now the challenge was grabbing the key while he slept. I crept over to his side and slung him over on his side praying desperately that he wouldn't wake.Bullseye I saw the key, I shoved my hand into the pocket and pulled the key out. I went straight to the cabinet and twisted the key with all my strength to get the door to open. But then I heard a

"Mrgrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

He was waking and I knew it. I had to get the floo power as fast as possible. I panicked and kept trying to twist the lock into place for the stupid dam door to open.

"Wo It Thre"

Oh please just open.

"Clickkkkk"

Thank Merlin its open. I launched straight for the bag and ran to the other side of the room as fast as my legs would carry me.

"Hold on"

I could see that he started to rise slowly but ever so wobbly as the alcohol still had some effect. For once I thanked the bloody fire whiskey; it did some good in slowing him down.

I shoved my hands in the bag immediately and stood in place. Yelled as loud as I could "33 Gladstone streets ENGLAND" and at once I started to spin while the image of my father standing only a few meters away faded away. He was gone and now all that was left of my memories with him were left behind too. This was all for my mother. I was sure that she would be proud because now he would never have to touch me again.

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