Of The Loneliness Hearts

Chapter one-Prologue

December awoke from her horrid nightmare with a jump. Then looked over at her digital alarm clock, there she simple starred at its neon green glowing numbers, for a Few moments, Almost as if she was in a trance. The clock's numbers read 2:31am.

That meant it was January 27th 2007. December Felt a warm tear slowly Descend down the side of her cold porcelain white Cheek, till it merely fell off her face and onto her Cotton red and black Dragon pajama Pants.

D.C. Coldly realized that today was an anniversary. The Anniversary of all the misery and Sorrow she had withstood for the past five years of her god-forsaken life. Today was the Anniversary of her parents' death. The cause of there death was still unclear to many people, but December knew. She knew very well what had happened, For D.C. was there on that cold, dark, and rainy night. She was there to witness it all.

She watched as the joker came into there small but well furnished home. She was there, concealed in a small cupboard, Peeking out through a crack in the cherry wood door. December was only 7 at the time, but Doctors said the event would scar her for life. She became mute, or so they thought.

They were wrong. December merely just didn't want to talk. What was there to say? And who was there to talk to? D.C. was home school all of her life, and now the only person there was to talk to was her drunk, and abusive, Uncle Rick.

Rick. One letter short from dick

December despised every moral fiber of Rick. She wished him death every minute of everyday. Rick or "Uncle Rick" as he so bluntly liked to be called was not only Abusive physically, but mentally, spiritually, and sexually as well.

December sat on her bed, curled into a ball, with her knees to her chest, and just stared at the clock. Soon time passed and 5:31am is what the clock read. December realized it was time to get up and Face the day with her head held high, Even if she never wanted to wake up in the first place.

Slowly she stalked through her so called home, cautious of waking any of its other residents. It really was a cold house; there were no pictures, no books, and really little to no art. The furniture was worn, and out of style. The really sad excuse for a house was also too small. This house was not her home. And it would never be, she was a caged bird longing to spread her wings and escape.

She Stripped quickly and stepped into the steamy hot shower. The thoughts and memories of last nights nightmare rushed back to her as she let the water clean and relax her body and mind. The Dream was more of a Diluted memory from her childhood. There in that dream she would recall how the Joker sprayed her father, Alex in the face with laughing gas. She watched in horror as her father fell to the ground laughing so hard he was crying. Soon her father stopped laughing and breathing altogether. Face blue and red eyes wide open, was the last memory she had of him.

While her father was dieing into the living room, her mother was being raped in the back bedroom. Of course at the age of 7 D.C. had no will to she why her mother was screaming so profusely. December's mother, Cassandra was found shot in the head.

December remembered seeing the body of her beautiful mother as the police wheeled it out of there now broken home.

D.C. stepped out of the shower, and then dressed simply in dark blue jeans and a black tank top. The Clock read 6:22am. It was time to make breakfast for Rick, even though he wouldn't be up for another hour and a half. She still had to make it look like she cared.

After making a breakfast of bacon, eggs, biscuits, Gravy, and orange juice, D.C. Sat and reminiscenced her pass. She use to burn the food on purpose, which was until Rick found out. Needless to say, she couldn't walk for a week. He broke 3 of her fingers, and gave her a massive black eye. Sad to say, those were some of the less painful events.

She was brought back into the real world when she witnessed "Uncle Rick" Stumble into the Kitchen. He grabbed his head in pain and Stumbled a little more. It was obvious that he had a hangover, because He reeked of Cigarettes, booze, and sex. He must have had brought a hooker home last night.

'Uncle Rick' sat down in his favorite chair then grabbed the hot coffee next to him and chugged it. His eyes shot open, and he spit out all the contents. He stood with anger causing the chair behind him to fall away with a loud away. Then He smashed the mug on table, breaking it into little pieces.

"What the hell did you do to my coffee, you Stupid Skank!" Confusion and Fear Clouded D.C.'s eyes, the coffee had been made exactly the same way as it had been for the past five years. D.C. Meekly Spoke,

"What do you mean Uncle Rick?" Rick just continued to glare wickedly At D.C.

"It taste like Shit" He said it so plain and simple, Like it was completely obvious. December shied away a little bit as he raised his hand. She had to think of something quick before he beat her. So she blurted out the first thing that had come to mind.

"I'm sorry you dislike it so much. If it would please you, I could run down to Starbucks and get you some better coffee."

'Well now that was stupid' D.C. thought mournfully to herself. She knew the answer would be 'NO'. Just for the plain and simple fact, that Uncle Rick never let her out of the house, for anything. Astonishlly though, Rick lowered his hand and Smirked.

"Yeah…yeah go fetch me some real coffee you dim-witted little tramp. I want A Double Shot Espresso, and If you Forget that. I will find you and have you screaming all night long for mercy," Rick then cackled evilly and walked away to get the money for her.

December Couldn't Believe it. What luck, not only was she not being "punished", but She was also was being allowed to wander out into the real world, alone, without Rick. There must have been a god smiling at her from somewhere.

Rick came back into the kitchen with a little "stumble" in his walk and $20 in his hand. He held it five feet away from D.C.'s face. There he stood Planted, not moving any more. D.C. knew what was going to happen. She striated her back slightingly, and then walked over to Uncle Rick. December reached for the money, but instead was grabbed by her wrist and twirled into a headlock. Breathing became very difficult, very fast.

"Now then, let's go over the rules again. Shall we?" Rick tightened his grip and December Squeaked in pain.

"Rule number one…." He punched D.C. in the Kidney. All She Could Do was yell out in pain.

"No Cops, Uncle Rick" He laughed, and she cried.

"Ok, what else bitch?" She gasped for breath. He laughed some more.

"No unnecessary conversations with anyone." December Felt warm tears falling on her cheeks as Uncle Rick punched her other Kidney. She cried out in pain again. Rick laughed even more then Hissed out, "Next!"

December was now sobbing uncontrollably. "No taking my time or stalling!" December Felt her knees start to buckle in pain. Rick kissed her cheek, whispered,

"Right"

Then let her go, to fall on the ground. He then threw the money at her like some cheap whore, and walked away.

As D.C. Lay there on the floor clutching her sides, she realized what luck she had today. Nothing was broken, just massive bruises on her sides. December stood up shakily, and sighed a breath of relief. Her sides didn't hurt that much. She then held her head high, wiped the drying tears away, and took long, quick strides out the door.