This story is a little A/U and A/I
Short chapter to get it started.
Ziva David was sitting in her bedroom with her 2 year old son. She had placed him on the floor next to her. He played with his many cars while she looked on.
She looked up at her cell phone
"7pm" she though.
At eight o'clock her father would return. She was used to the beatings. They made her stronger he kept telling her.
She tucked her son into his own bed gently kissed his cheek. She left the door slightly ajar and went to her room put her headphones and hoped tonight would be different.
She was wrong. At 8.15pm Eli David entered the house and marched into her room.
"What are you doing" He asked his tone angry.
"Nothing" She said bracing herself for what was sure to follow.
He raised his right hand and it meet her face with such force it throw her across her bed. She landed on her arm. She did not show any emotion as she knew it would get worse. The young girl had learned this by the time she was 10.
The next day
While everyone else her age went to school. Ziva stayed at home learning how to fight. Her father was training her to be a ruthless, Methodical killer. She wished a better life for her and her son.
"Come on Zi, hit harder" A sallow skinned man yelled at her.
"I do not wish to harm you" She said.
"Give me the best shot you have" He told her.
With this Ziva floored him and broke his nose with one hit.
"That hard enough" She told him.
"Yes" He said holding his nose to stop the blood.
Later that night
Ziva was eating her dinner alone while her son was asleep. Her father was out at a meeting with some close friends.
She heard a noise downstairs. When she went to look there was nobody there to be seen. As she turned around she was greeted by the man from earlier that day. He dragged her into the bedroom.
"This is for breaking my nose bitch!" He yelled.
Ziva tried to get away but he was to strong this time. Then his friends came in as well.
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