Hello readers. :) If you see a mistake please let me know. The first few chapters are going to be short so bare with me on that. Trigger warning death, murder, love making and other adult themes. If you can't handle that then this isn't the story for you.

I own nothing! The story starts off before the event of Skyrim.

Chapter 1: Attempted drowning

"I had know for quite sometime that my "mother" didn't like me. I just didn't realize that she in fact hated me and wished that I had never even been born. You see. My parents where never even married. The only thing they had for each other was lust not love. It's too bad though that my father didn't figure that out before she got pregnant with me. He meet my step mother when my mother was about a moon pregnant. After these he stopped going to my mother's house. The only reason they would see each other anyway was to have sex.

When I was just two moons old my mother got deathly sick and my father found me on the floor crying while she was in bed unable to move. He brought me to Cheydinhal sanctuary where he asked his cousin Monet to nurse me as my mother was too sick. She said yes and ended up nursing me until I weaned along with my cousin Kazbar.

Things were good when I was with my father's family but when I was with my mother it was bad. Then one day when I was just five years old my mother decided that I needed to die.

"Vicky supper is ready." Mama yelled up the stairs to me where I was in my room looking at a book. "Yay food!" I shouted excitedly and jumped up and ran down the stairs and sat down at the table. Usually my food is cooled off by the time I get to the table so when I took a big gulp full of soup into my mouth I was not expecting the sudden pain that caused me to scream and throw the hot soup all over my lap.

"AAAAAAA!" I cried,"MY MOUTH IS ON FIRE! AAAAAA!"

My mother stands there for a minute watching me and then walks over and hits me so hard over the head that I fall onto the floor. "Shut up stupid girl. Do you think I care that you burned your mouth?"

I look up at her with tears still coming out of my eyes and I realize that she doesn't because she's never cared about me being in pain before. In fact she would laugh at my pain. She then says,"No I don't care but I do care that you made a big mess all over my clean floor. Clean it up now!"

I slowly stand up on shaky burned legs and as quickly as I can try to clean it up before she hits me again. As I'm cleaning she sits down and eats her food that is not hot like mine was. After it's cleaned up I go back up to my room and lay in my bed crying some more.

My legs hurt from the soup but my mouth and tongue hurt even worse. I fall asleep and when I wake up my mother is once again yelling at me to come downstairs.

"It's bath time." She says while glaring at me. I flinch away from her and run into the wash room. I quickly take my clothes off and put my foot into the water and jump back,"Mama the weather is cold."

She snarled and the next thing I know she has me in the cold water and my burned legs hurt even worse then before. I cry and frail around as she pushes me down into the water and I am helpless as water goes into my lungs until I pass out.

When I awoke I was in the Cheydinhal sanctuary. I looked around and the first person I saw was my friends Tori and Rhonda along with Rhonda's grandpa and Tori's parents. I heard a gasp and then,"Robert she's awake!" And then my father came running into the room followed by my sister Valdis. I then see my step mother Valerie sitting on my other side.

"Vicky are you alright?" She asked me. My father sits down next to me and hugs me so hard that it hurts,"Can't...breath...papa.." He let's me go and said,"Thank Sithis you are alive!"

"Yeah and I'm alright." I said answering my step mother's question. "What happened?" I asked pretending like I didn't remember anything. No one would believe that my mother had tried to kill me. My friend Tori answered,"We went to your house to pick you up and you were in the water alone."

"Yeah and you weren't responding when we talked to you." Rhonda said.

"What were you thinking taking a bath while your mother was sleeping?" My father asked with a frown. "I've told you before that it's not safe.

I looked down at my head too ashamed to say anything. I wonder what he would think if he knew the truth. It's not like I can tell him. My mother said that if I told anyone the stuff she does to me that she would hurt me even worse and that no one would believe a little cub like me anyway.

"I'm sorry papa." Was all I said.