"GET OUT SANDY!" Soda yelled his fists balled up from their argument.

"Soda please!" She begged.

"Get the fuck out of my house you dam cheater." He yelled I saw the rage behind his soft eyes.

"Soda." I say I a bold voice.

"What?" He asks madly.

"I see your fists don't think about it this isn't you!" I try to calm him down but he just gets madder.

"Lets us deal with this go back to our room." He commands.

"No I can see it in your eyes you're going to hit her if you hit her I won't let you." I yell.

"Pony just go to your room." Sandy begs.

"If you want to hit someone it not going to be her." I say placing myself in front of her I heard there argument Soda saw Sandy kiss a guy.

Soda lets out a deep growl witch scares me. Then he snaps his fist back.

"Soda don't this isn't you!" Sandy cries as she sees his fist.

Then I feel his fist collide with my jaw I cry in pain and fall to the floor. Soda storms out of the house and Sandy kneels next to me.

"Oh pony." She says tenderly poking the red and swelled place where he had hit me.

"I...I couldn't let him hit you." I say trying not to cry.

"It's not broken." She says I could hold the tears out any longer.

"Pony don't cry." She says whipping the tears streaming down my face.

I heard the door slam I hung my head so whoever couldn't see me cry.

"Hey guys." I heard Steve shout from the front door.

"Steve come here." Sandy says to him.

"Wow. What happened?" Steve asks.

"S...Soda...H...it me." I stutter.

"I got to go." Sandy say running out.

"Come on kid." Steve says hauling me up.

I start to bawl. Soda hates me. Why wouldn't he I got in his way! I though.

"Shh pony calm down." Steve whispers in my ear.

"Soda hates me." I cry.

"He does not he's just angry."Steve says.

I clung to Steve's shirt as he partly dragged me to the bedroom me and Soda share. I layed down in the bed and fell asleep.

(Dream!)

I felt a sudden pain ripple through my body. I felt a knife drive through my face. I look up to see Soda hovering over my body I let out a cry of pain and crawl backwards. Soda chuckled and raised his hand I saw no knife as he hit me. The pain felt like a knife stabbing me in the stomach,

"Stop Soda please." I beg crying.

He just chuckled as he raised his fist back up. I felt stuff drip off my face. I wipe my face with my hand the liquid turns my hand blood red. I cry like never before mom and dad had died there face was blood red it was all cut up and bruised.

(End of dream)

"NO!" I scream sitting up waking up from my dream.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and walk out in to the living room. I study the room I see no one I look everywhere but there's no one here.

"Hello!" I call no one answers.

I decide I will take a shower I grab a towel and walk off towards the bathroom. I run the water I place the towel next the sink with my cloths.