I worked rather hard on this, so please go easy on me.

Nana tried and tried to ignore the sounds behind her. The bruises on her arm were already forming. Father had hit her for the toast being burnt. For once, her mother stood up for Nana.

"Nola, you baby the girl!"

"She is only six, she deserves to act her age!"

"Did you just yell at me?"

"I have had it! I can deal with punches, but you will not lay a hand on my daughter!"

"That's it!"

Nana watched as the man she had to call her father lunged towards her mother in fury. Her hands were shaking, sweat dribbled down her spine. She eyes the scissors in her hand. One lucky throw could-no she wouldn't have such thoughts. As much as she hated it, this man was her father. The thoughts didn't stop the red hot anger coursing through Nana's veins, as if her blood was the gas. She had her back towards the fight, it killed her on the inside.

"Gondu, stop it! Stop, you're killi-killing m-me!" Her mother made choking sounds. She could see her father in her mind, standing over her mother, the insane look on his face as he ripped away her mother's life. The scissors in her hand, they were not there anymore. Nana didn't even realize she had made a move to throw it, it just happened. She heard the sound of it thunking into the back of Gondu.

"You bitch!" Nana saw her mother's body slump to the ground, her mouth sucking in the air. She stumbled off of her chair and ran towards the wall. It gave her the slightest amount of comfort, but that was quickly pulled away as she realized that this was most likely her death. Her father was drunk, and he always finished what he had started...what he yearned for. Loud stomping noises went boom...boom...and he was there, in front of her. His thick meaty hands pulled her from her slouched position by her long blonde hair, she could feel some of it start to tear out from being handled so roughly.

"Daddy!Please, I didn't mean too! Forgive me!" She felt the fist before it even hit her and boy, did it leave a mark. Her neck snapped to the side from the force and tears fell from her eyes.

"You need to be taught to be obedient to your father! I-" He paused and Nana almost sighed in relief, thinking he had stopped, only for him to slap her with each word that came out of his mouth."I-I am the MAN! I will be treated as such!"

Each slap was like a sting to Nana's heart. Her father was an awful man who didn't deserve Nana or Nola's love. Of course, that didn't stop him. It would never stop him.

"How..do...you...feel...BITCH!" It was the one last slap that echoed through-out the house. Behind her father, she saw her mother start to move again. Her hands were supporting her beaten up body and she looked a little dazed. Her eyes drifted towards the scene in front of her. The bloody scissors lay beside her mother's empty hand, now was the moment that Gondu should have turned back around to face his wife. But he didn't and he would never get to. He fell over, the scream not making it out of her lips.

"I am so sorry my precious." She nearly cried, clinging to Nana like never before.

"I love you mommy." Nana smiled happily, the man forgotten.

"I love you to." Nola hugged her little girl.

These two women made it out, instead of one being killed and the other running away. Nola didn't notice the odd markings to appear on Nana's back. They were being what the should have been long ago. Mother and Daughter.

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"Mother what are we going to do now?"

Nola didn't know. She could tailor, but that would require staying at the same place and she didn't want to know what would happen if Gondu ever found them ever again. She knew, secretly, what would happen. It was just too much of a scary thought for her. The idea of her losing Nana almost again...she-she really didn't want that to happen.

"Mommy? Are you still not sleeping?" the curious, yet tired voice of her daughter asked.

"I am afraid so my dear." Nola replied, hoping to ease her mind back to sleep.

"Why? Mommy you always tell me that if I didn't sleep, old Jossie Flocker would fly down by my window and eat me alive!" She didn't want Jossie Flocker coming to get her!

"Who ever told you that?" Nola spoke sarcasticallly like a genius.

"Moooom!" Nana whined, crossing her arms.

"I'm just joking." Nola tried to ease the tension.

"So I get to stay up?" Nana was going for it-and-and she didn't win it.

"No." The stern voice of Nola made sure that Nana didn't mention it again.

The next day they found themselves at a small motel, hoping to stay the night one day. The landowner shook his head at the empty pouch the presented to him, as did all the other people.

Nola and Nana sat near the pond, each staring in awe. They were floating down in the water, Mother called it a r-reflek-reflection. It was quite amazing.

"Mom, why didn't they allow us to stay at their place?" Nana asked sadly, her eyes full of sorrowful curiosity.

"Because they have to feed their family, Nana." Nola whispered, too tired to explain the true reason.

"Oh.."

Nola glanced at the bruises upon her daughter's cheek. She had seen the look on the last woman's face, one of pity. Until she saw her daughter's face. She had given Nola a look of disgust and slammed the door in their faces. Nana let her head fall onto her mother's shoulders, and she slept like a log. Nola did not want this to happen to her again. She couldn't live like this once more. She picked up Nana with what little strength she had and she put Nana in the blueberry bushes. Nola was getting a job, whether her bosses liked it or not.

Help Wanted! Tailor needed!

The sign stood out like a sore thumb. Nola could sew a little bit. She had made Nana dresses. Perhaps, maybe...

I am going to end that there. I hope you liked it.