"Blood Ties"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this fan fiction, nor do I own the songs used - they are, in no particular order, I'm No Angel, Beautiful Lie and Easier To Run, by repectively Dido (from No Angel - 2001), Amy Studt (from False Smiles - 2003) and Linkin Park (from Meteora - 2003) This story is a repost. This story has been driving me crazy but it's my pet project, I'm proud of the idea and I wanted it to be the best I could make it. I hope its better, but the only way I'll ever know is if you read and then review. It was originally written years ago, as you might be able to tell, which means that Mark will still appear although he's obviously out the show. I have invented aspects of the characters past. This story deals with some sensitive issues - including child abuse.
PROLOGUE
I'm no angel but please don't think I won't try and try
I'm no angel but does that mean I can't live my life?
I'm no angel but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel but does that mean I won't fly?
The night was cold and dark, but they always were. It just seemed that this night was colder, darker and more miserable than any before. He had never felt this alone. He had had some lonely times in a long 12 years on this earth, but this was the worst.
The screaming had never been as intense as tonight. He hadn't ever seen his dad so angry. He knew his mother was in no fit state to take care of children, but he didn't want to see his dad get that angry with her. She was ill.
He could hear his sister's muffled crying through the paper thin walls, likely curled up on her bed trying to shut out the pain the same way he was. And somewhere below him, there was a continual pacing. His brother, Andy, still downstairs, still worrying.
But he couldn't move. His muscles were frozen and every time he closed his eyes, he saw the night unfold. He doubted that as long as he lived he would forget the look on his father's face as he turned and left and the shiver that had passed unbidden down his spine as the door slammed shut violently behind him.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this fan fiction, nor do I own the songs used - they are, in no particular order, I'm No Angel, Beautiful Lie and Easier To Run, by repectively Dido (from No Angel - 2001), Amy Studt (from False Smiles - 2003) and Linkin Park (from Meteora - 2003) This story is a repost. This story has been driving me crazy but it's my pet project, I'm proud of the idea and I wanted it to be the best I could make it. I hope its better, but the only way I'll ever know is if you read and then review. It was originally written years ago, as you might be able to tell, which means that Mark will still appear although he's obviously out the show. I have invented aspects of the characters past. This story deals with some sensitive issues - including child abuse.
PROLOGUE
I'm no angel but please don't think I won't try and try
I'm no angel but does that mean I can't live my life?
I'm no angel but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel but does that mean I won't fly?
The night was cold and dark, but they always were. It just seemed that this night was colder, darker and more miserable than any before. He had never felt this alone. He had had some lonely times in a long 12 years on this earth, but this was the worst.
The screaming had never been as intense as tonight. He hadn't ever seen his dad so angry. He knew his mother was in no fit state to take care of children, but he didn't want to see his dad get that angry with her. She was ill.
He could hear his sister's muffled crying through the paper thin walls, likely curled up on her bed trying to shut out the pain the same way he was. And somewhere below him, there was a continual pacing. His brother, Andy, still downstairs, still worrying.
But he couldn't move. His muscles were frozen and every time he closed his eyes, he saw the night unfold. He doubted that as long as he lived he would forget the look on his father's face as he turned and left and the shiver that had passed unbidden down his spine as the door slammed shut violently behind him.