"YOU WHORE!!!" he yelled and threw an empty bottle at her, missing and shattering it against the kitchen wall. "DAMNIT YOU SONOFABITCH!!" she yelled back, a crystal vase breaking at his feet. "THATS IT!!" the man screamed and slapped the woman as hard as he could.
Upstairs, Violet heard every single word. She jumped from her bed and yanked her laptop charger from the wall. She grabbed her backpack and shoved in her laptop, a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a change of underwear. The girl quickly laced up her high tops and pulled on her hoodie. She did a once over of the items in her bag, tossed in a hairbrush, a used paperback, and her ipod.
Her hand was on her crystal doorknob when a small "mew" stopped her in her tracks. "Dally." her voice was gentle as she beckoned the tiny kittien from under her bed. It crawled into her open palm and curled into a tiny ball of blonde fluff. She tucked it into the inside pocket of her leather jacket and pulled on a tobogane.
Violet quietly tip toed down the stairs and out ducked as a bottle smashed against the wall beside her. Her father stormed out and looked at her, "Wher' in tha hell you think you're goin?" She stammered for an answer, "I-I was gonna go-" "The fuck you are!" he yelled and yanked her by her wrist. She let out a yelp of pain as he stuck her across the face, his class ring clipping her eyebrow. He slapped her again and she fell to the floor.
He yanked her up and punched her, there was a sickly sound as the cartlige in her nose was crushed. Blood poured across her face and she lifted a mitten clad hand to keep the blood from dripping on her clothes. "I FUCKING HATE YOU!!! BOTH OF YOU!!" she screamed as he shoved her, hard, out of the doorway and onto the street.
She struggled to pull herself up and staggered away from the run down house. She hated her house, the neighborhood, her family! Violet wasn't ever coming back to it and that suited her just fine.
Violet shuffled along the empty streets until her feet felt like they were so cold she couldnt tell they were even there. Her sneakers were soaked from the puddles on the sidewalk and it was begining to lightly drizzle. But she couldnt feel it. She kept hunkered down into the warmth of the leather jacket and kept walking. Away from her parents and away from her life.
Jack yawned and streched lazily as he walked into the early morning gray. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his great coat and started toward the bench where he watched the sunrise every morning. Something felt off, though. A tiny little itch in the back of his mind, nagging and almost harmless. Almost.
Thats when he noticed the bundle sitting on the ground, leaned against a leg of the bench. Jack took a few more steps towards it, more curious than alarmed, and the bundle shifted. It stood, moaned, clutched its side, and feel back onto the ground. He rushed over to it and gasped aloud as he saw it was a girl. No more than fifteen. Her face was rusty brown with dried blood and was covered in blue and dark purple bruises.
He knelt down and put a gentle hand her shoulder and she flinched, "Hey, sweetheart." She tried to open her swollen eyes and to pull herself up, but quickly dropped herself back onto the freezing concrete. Her fingers clenched at the pain and she couldnt help but yelp at the pain. Jack scooped her up in his arms, unable to see her suffering so much, and started back into the hub. He pressed the secret panel with the toe of his shoe and the lift began its descent. "Hold on, baby." he whispered.
"Vi-violet. My name's violet." the girl managed to say, her voice raspy and pained. "Alright, Violet." Jack said, "Just you hang on."