A/N- All right! I have to say that I don't think this story is going to be much like other POTC stories you've read before. I wanted to make sure of that! I really, hope you enjoy it as well because I had a blast writing this first chapter. I hope the rest will be as good.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of its characters. I just own Robert Leah, Lydia Leah, Gabriella Leah, and Victoria Leah.
A girl of thirteen sat on a large bench, her legs tucked underneath her, cheek pressed against the cold window, eye's closed, and mouth slightly open. Her name was Victoria Leah, but in her current position nothing about her seemed very victorious in the slightest. In fact, nothing about her ever really had been.
Her hair was brown, but mistaken for black almost always. Her skin was tan and freckled, red patches in some places from being out in the sun to long, and she was growing in every direction except up. The only thing about her that wasn't as plane as a blade of grass, were her light blue eyes.
At the moment, she was almost unbearably dull in her state of sleep, while still managing to make herself look like a complete fool.
It's hard to tell weather her sister would have burst out laughing at Vicky's position, or quickly woken her up…and then started laughing.
Her sister was almost exactly the opposite of Vicky. Her name was Gabriella Leah, and she was a beauty. Her hair was long and blond, her skin was pail and smooth and her eyes were a beautiful bright brown that you could hardly forget. Just like her mother.
And since she was a year older then her younger sister, and in fact fourteen, men had already began stalking her around and proposing for her hand in marriage when they hardly new her.
But the sisters, though different they may be, were friends more then anything and stuck by each other's sides. They actually caused quite a bit of mischief.
But at the current moment Gabriella had volunteered to go with her mother to the market, leaving Victoria at home with her father.
Their mothers name was Lydia Leah. Her daughter Gabriella would have been a reincarnation of her if she had been dead. They were both beautiful. Lydia had, had her daughters at a very young age, and was only thirty-one years old.
Her husband, Robert Leah, was fifty-two. When he had been younger he had the same dark hair as Victoria, but now you wouldn't be able to tell since it had turned to a light gray. He was a very VERY wealthy man. Though wealthy and proper he may be, kindness was not his greatest treat. This caused Vicky to believe that her parents had never really loved each other to begin with.
Outside the rain had begun to fall and a loud jolt of thunder drew the sleeping Vicky from her uncomfortable sleep.
She groaned and opened her sleep-coated eyes. After brushing the sleep away from them she looked out the window. It would be a good few more hours until the rain stopped and her mother and sister returned.
She rubbed her cold cheek and stood up from the bench. She swayed slightly as her legs were jerked out of their uncomfortable sleeping position but quickly caught herself.
After taking another look out the window, she noticed that they still had some cloths hanging out on the line to dry. She groaned and pulled up her skirts before quickly running from her position in the dark kitchen and out the back door.
The rain was loud enough to cover the sound of her boots on the coble stones as she ran out to the cloths line. By the time she reached it her boots were already coated with mud. She quickly pulled the cloths from the clips on the line and headed back to the house. In honesty she didn't mind the rain, but she didn't desire to catch cold either.
She closed the door behind her with a click and laid the wet cloths over some of the chairs around the table.
Suddenly she stopped as she heard a muffled Thud come from her father's office. She glanced over in direction of his office. She thought it was nothing but steadily the curiosity inside of her began to grow.
Vicky slowly began to make her way through the hall and to her father's office, careful not to make a sound.
She could here her father breathing; as she grew closer she realized that it was not only her father. They were breathing so loud, almost sighing. She stopped outside the door and listened for a moment.
Now she could tell that there was definitely a woman in there. Her mother? No she was at the market.
Her suspicions began to grow and she peered in through a crack in the door.
There was indeed a woman in there, and it most definitely was not her mother. The woman was sitting in her fathers lap wearing nothing but her corset and under skirt. Her father had his arms rapped around her and was pulling the woman towards him. They were kissing in a very…improper manner.
It looked to Vicky as if her father was attempting to devour the woman's face, and she seemed to be greatly enjoying it.
She gasped and stepped back from the door.
"Did…did you're here something?" said the woman pulling her self away from Robert. He looked around the office, his hair in a complete mess and finally settled his eyes on the gap in the door and was able to make out Vicky's figure standing behind it. "Victoria…"
Vicky tore her eyes away and ran. She went back through the kitchen and out the back door.
The rain once again began beating down on her already semi-wet head but that didn't stop her. She ran as fast and as far as she could.
So stupid! She thought to herself. How could he do that?
By the time she was at the market she was completely soaked and desperately wishing she had remembered to bring her cloak with her. She ran into different shops, frantically looking for her mother and sister, while also receiving strange looks from the customers at her odd apparel.
Finally, when she entered a small fabric shop, she found her mother and sister standing by a round stand, which held several different colors and sizes of ribbons.
"Vicky!" said Gabriella in shock looking her sister up and down. "Did you walk all the way here, in the rain?" said her mother looking at the same time bemused but also worried. "What is it?"
Vicky stopped for a moment to catch her breath. "I…I saw father…" she began bending over and placing her hands on her knees still catching her breath.
Her mother went to her side and placed a comforting hand on her daughters back. "Its all right darling…" she said soothingly bending down to look into her daughters face.
"No…no its not." Said Vicky finally catching her breath and standing up strait. "He, he was…well, he was with another woman!" she said desperately rapping her arms around her mothers waist.
Gabriella gasped and put a hand to her mouth, but her mother's expression hardly changed.
Lydia sighed and looked at her two daughters. "I could have expected at much." She said sadly. "Come girls," she said holding out a hand to both of her daughters. ", There is much I need to tell you about me and your father."
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Lydia had explained to her children about her and her father's relationship, and both had been shopped, but deep down had guessed as much for a long time.
When Lydia was fifteen, she had met Robert, he was handsome, popular, and above all rich, and she fell head over heals for him. He was most definitely older then she was, but when she was young in hadn't mattered as much.
So, she prayed and prayed the young, handsome, Robert Leah would one day notice her, and being the beautiful girl that she was, it was hard for him not to.
The ended up getting married, but she had been too young and daft to see who he really was. Only a few months later Robert began to force her to do things she didn't want to, and when she said no, he would beat her until she finally did.
She had been planning to leave him for some time but when she found out she was pregnant, those plans had quickly faded.
While she was pregnant, and unable to do…things with her husband as regularly as he would have liked. He began going out, and coming back at absurd hours in the morning. She knew exactly what he had been doing. She could tell by the small of woman's perfume on his cloths, and the lipstick on his color.
The girls felt horrible about not having seen this sooner. They had none something wasn't right, but they hadn't thought it was this bad.
At the moment, the three women were staying in a small inn, not wanting to return back to their father, and husband just yet.
The three of them were lying in a pile on the bed. Lydia's arms were raped around her two girls and the sisters were holding hands over their mother. Every single one of the women in that room was a complete mess. Tear stained and heart broken, they laid in the rumpled sheets crying together.
"I-I am s-so soooory!" Gabriella moaned hiding her face in her mothers shoulder. "W-we s-should have none!" Vicky added squeezing her sister's hand tightly. "Its…Its not your fault girls," Lydia said soothingly though tears were still running down her face as well.
They laid there in silence for a good fifteen more minutes before finally their tear fest was stopped.
AHH! Gabriella sat up strait at the sudden sound. "What is it darling?" asked Lydia whipping her face. "Did you hear that?" asked Gabriella getting up from the bed and walking over to the small window.
AHHHHHHH!! This time it was even louder, and completely unmistakable. "Someone's screaming," said Vicky sitting up to join her sister.
Gabriella tour back the curtains and gasped. Outside the window the streets were a mess with men and woman running in every direction holding their children's hands and screaming for others to fallow.
Lydia dashed over to the window and stared down into the streets. "It's a pirate raid."
A/N – Yes, Jack will most definitely be in the next chapter. What's a POTC story without the all-great Captain Jack Sparrow? Now…REVIEW!