A/N: This is completely AU, the story line has no connections to fifty shades at all. I am just borrowing the characters. The characters will have slight similarities to their counter parts in FSOG but since the story line is being changed so shall there personalities. This story may have graphic violent details though I try hard to surpass that. It is not a happy story by any means though my goal is for a happy ending. If you can not handle this story line I completely understand but please don't be harsh. Just don't read if you don't like it, it's that simple.
**WARNING** There is abuse in this prologue, that needs to be brought to light so that you understand the story as it goes on. I apologize if you are uncomfortable with this but I promise this will be as detailed as the abuse history gets.
I do not own FSOG nor do I own the Characters I am simply just borrowing them. However this story line is completely my own.
...PROLOGUE...
The opaque blue sky transcends into luminous purples and pinks as the sun sets and day becomes night. As night begins its descent upon the world, the fear grows larger inside her. She knows what's to come when she lays her head on that pillow, every night the same demon bestows it upon her.
Pushing aside her fears she tries hard to focus on what needs to be done for school tomorrow. She stays up late studying for her last final of her senior year hoping it keeps him away just this one night. With her high-school graduation just two weeks away, she is able to see an end in sight. Her dream to take off with the money she has saved and never look back is inching closer day by day. The thoughts of having to endure this torture for two more weeks kills another part of who she is but the hopes of an end coming keeps her strength alive. She only has to survive the pain a little while longer.
Eventually she can no longer fight the exhaustion and succumbs to the inevitable darkness that brings her to her worse nightmare. The same reoccurring nightmare that has haunted her unconscious and conscious states for the last month. A day she will never forget not only because of what became the start of this abuse but because it was also one year to the day of her mothers passing. A day she thought she would be mourning the grief of losing her mother a year prior, not a day she thought her step father would turn into a monster.
Waking with a start, her eyes lock on her assailant as he climbs in her bed. Her body instinctively inches away from him but not far enough. attempting to roll away from him fails when he snatches her by the throat. She has little fight left in her but it doesn't make a difference as fighting only makes it worse.
"If you don't put up a fight I'll be easy on you, baby" he whispers in her ear.
She shivers in fear as she feels his hot breath against her skin. Burying her face in the pillow, she gives into her sobs and loses her will to fight as he climbs on top of her. Grabbing her face in his hand, thumb and fingers on either side of her mouth, pulling her face to his.
"You still haven't learned have you, I want you watching me. If I tell you again, you wont like the consequences," he spits through gritted teeth.
"I..I .I I'm .sss. sorry" she sputters through her sobs.
"Did I say you could speak?"
She shakes her head in response and the back of his hand makes contact with her cheek. She bites her lip to stop the sound from escaping as she breathes through the ache creeping across her face. 'At least it was an open hand and not his fist this time' she thinks. To explain another black eye would be difficult especially with the first still healing marring her pretty face with a purple and yellow bruise. She is questioned by teachers yet her excuse remains the same, it was an accident. If she wasn't afraid he would make do on his threats and kill her then she would seek help.
He pulls off her clothing before using a belt to restrain her. "That's better, now you aren't going anywhere. This will be fun."
He begins his torturous assault the same way he has every other time. An assault she attempts to block out by getting lost in her thoughts. The one thought she always gets lost in is that of her mother.
She silently prays that wherever her mother has passed on to, that she can't see the torment her baby girl has to endure. That wherever her mother may be, she isn't suffering any longer and if that's the case she longs to be with her. Hoping that even if losing her life would be horrible that at least she wouldn't be suffering any longer and she would be able to hug her mother. That her mother would be able to console her and tell her everything is going to be alright.
She knows though, that because of her mother she needs to hold on to that last bit of strength she has and push through this. Her mother wouldn't want her to give up and she wouldn't disappoint her. She would keep fighting and she would get away from the abuse the moment an opportunity presents itself. She wont give this monster the pleasure in torturing her until the last breath. She would make her mother proud one day and for that she had to hold on to hope that better days were to come.
Finally, she is able to curl up on her side and hide away from him and her own demons when she feels the belt has slipped away from her wrist. The bed shifts as he gets up to leave the room, leaving her alone once again to fight an inner battle that she is determined to win. She wont let the depression and abuse win but it needs to be handled with caution and on her time. One wrong move could bring this all crashing down around her and she couldn't have that.
