This fanfiction takes place prior to the events in the movie. I do not own any of of the characters, with the exception of Adelia Summers. I created her, her history and everything about her. Don't steal my creation please.
This is rated M for language, sexual situations both consensual and nonconsensual, and adult themes.
The Prologue
"Momma, I don't wanna leave! I wanna stay here!" The 9 year old child pleaded with her mother, as if the wants of a kid actually mattered. The bruised and bloody maternal figure forced a smile through the tears revealing missing teeth and a swollen jawline. The old scars and marks were almost invisible.
"Sweetie, please. We can't stay here anymore. Mommy doesn't want to be around when the police co--"
"We can hide him in the yard! Nobody will know what happened 'cept for us! It'll be like the secrets Bo and Vincent tell me, and I've never told a soul what they said!" The child glanced tentatively into the kitchen. Gore covered the walls and floor, thickening into brown paste. The bright red parts weren't giving of steam anymore. The mother grabbed the child's shoulders, shaking them fiercely. The scars near her wrists and elbows were still there, clear as day. If anything, the blood spatter highlighted them, painting scarlet trails from one slash to the next.
"Adelia Summers, if you don't pack your bags and get in that truck, I will tan your ass 'till it makes the finest leather in all the world!" Adelia's eyes narrowed in severe hatred. Her mother was using the same threat Daddy had used so many times. With Daddy, it was more like a promise.
"Fine. I'll be out in a minute." She ran upstairs, grabbing her pink backpack and stuffing it with clothes. Whimpering sobs rattled her little bones. Why did she have to leave?! She didn't want to go without saying goodbye to Bo and Vincent! And what about Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair? This was horrible! Maybe she could leave a note... But what if the police found it, and took it as evidence?
"Adelia!" Her mother's voice carried up the stairs. "Adelia, let's go!"
No note. No farewell. Would they even remember her if she came back? A small hand wiped the warm, wet liquid from her face as she trudged down the steps. Her mother was already in the car.
As she walked past the kitchen, her right foot turned slightly. The left one followed suit, the two of them carrying her to the dead body. His glazed eyes stared up at the ceiling as if searching for absolution.
"Bye-bye, Daddy. I hope you can come up with a good excuse for God, or else you gonna end up in Hell." She turned on her heel and walked to the car, leaving a trail of bloody, size 5 footprints in her wake.