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This story starts off kinda tragic so if you can't handle alittle sadness then I must warn you not to read this fic. I was gonna hold off on this story, but I said eh, whatever and so here I am posting it. This story means alot to me cause it has some of my personal experience and those of family members and friends. Its has a deeper meaning then all my other fics. There's 8 parts to the prologue, the story starts in there past...you have to know their past to understand their present. It takes you through their childhood past to there here and now. I might later change the title, IDK...That's all the info you really need for now :) Writing this made me feel alot, angry, sad, disgust, and disbelief...I hope you like it.

Prologue Part1

Life Changing Moments

Jude Harrison Age: 6

Silence strected out through the Harrison home as Jude Harrison woke up.

She sat up, her little body sliding out from under the cotton white sheets. She untangled her long blue night gown from her body, sweeping her long blonde curls out of her face, then swung her feet onto the floor getting out of bed. Her tiny feet moved across the floor as she went in search of her sister. Their mom had left earlier for work and she didn't know where their father was, he wasn't home offtend. She quickly walked out her door, instantly winding up at Sadie's since their rooms were so close together. Sadie's door was open, so Jude just stuck her head in, her eyes searching for her sister. But it was just the pink room with rainbow colors every where and an untouched bed. The covers lay smooth and unruffled as if the bed had yet to be slept in.

Guessing hr sister was in another part of the house Jude took her leave, still looking for her sibling. She made her way through the halls passing the clean neat kitchen and the living room. Not finding her on the first level she thought she'd have better luck finding her sister on the second level. Her hand grabbed the banister curling, gripping as she slowly made her way up the stairs."Sadie...Sadie..." Her voice called out but the sound didn't travel very far. As she reached the final step she could ear strange noises from her parents room. A rush of dread flooded her body, she felt as if something was wrong. She wondered if her her sister or mother was in pain. Had her mother came home early? With the thoughts pushing her on she hadn't even realized that she stood in front of her parents door, she just reacted. Her hand tentatively pushed against the pale white door, opening it slightly. Taking a breath she pressed her face against the frame and looked into her parents room, and her eyes widened at the site that would forever change her life.

Her father sat on the edge of the bed, his body totally naked. Strange sounds erupting from his mouth. His eyes were closed with a strained look. Jude's hand shook against the wall, unbelieving of what she was seeing, for some reason it sickened her, even at her young age. It just seemed so...wrong! Why would he do it? was it wrong?

Her sister was knelt between his legs on the floor.

One of her 8 year old hands laid resting against his upper though, keeping her balanced.Her other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, holding firmly, keeping him so in place that it seemed like it wasn't her first time. Her mouth pressed against him, her tongue sliding, wringing moans from his throat. Staurts fingers were locked in his daughter's hair pulling her closer, holding her where he wanted her. It enticed him, the knowledge that he had her doing this to hm, the fact that it was their little secret. He liked the site of her bringing him pleasure. She was unlike her mother, her body was smaller, her mouth tight, squeezing him. He'd wanted this ever since he'd missed and walked in on her in the bathroom. He could remember it like it was yesterday, he body wet, and naked, she stood there in front of the tub completely soaking the floor. In her hands she held a plain pink towel, which she'd been about to wrap around her body, but he'd got there before she could, he'd got there just in time. She'd noticed him standing there, her innocent mind unknowing to his wicked thoughts, she'd ran to him wrapping her arms around his leg, hugging him. His body had hardened beneath his gray work suit, and from that moment on he'd thought about her doing this to his body. The crude fantasies of him fucking her body had been put into his head, never to leave. He'd made every excuse he could find to get close to her, to do this, to feel her give him pleasure.

Sadie's hand tightened on staurts leg.

She didn't wanna do this, didn't like it, but her father sad he would love her more. He told her he'd stop punishing her if she did it. He said she was supposed to do it, it made daddy's love their little girls more. Her tongue circled around around the head of his cock like he had taught her to. She didn't like it but she loved her father.

Jude who was still standing at the door let out a loud gasp at the act of her sister, and Stuart's eyes popped open looking right at her. His green eyes connected with her blues ones, widening. Jude turned and ran as fast as she could in the unlit hall. As she reached the stairs she could her father calling out her name but sh didn't stop just kept racing as if her life depended on it. Til' suddenly her legs twisted beneath her sending her falling head first down the stairs. She reached out to grab the banister but her arms were to short just out of reach. She let out a scream as she hit face first to a step her mouth instantly blooding. Stuart called out Judes name, his face taunt with fear. He hadn't meant for this to happen, hadn't;t meant for his daughter to get hurt...what if Victoria started asking questions...what if everyone found out? Beside him stood Sadie, her face frozen with horror, her hand covering her mouth and her eyes filled with tears as she watched unable to help her falling sister.

Jude's body turned hiting step for step as, her arm, her legs, her back.

When she finally landed at the bottom she lay sprawled out on the cold floor her body twisted and awkward. She groaned, crying out her face bloody, already forming bruises. Her blond curls tinted with red streaks, her legs lay at an odd angle her arms straight out. Stuart carefully made his way down the stairs, bepassing Jude's bloody trails. He knelt beside her, wearing only a pair of blue jeans.not wanting to pick her up least he hurt her more her sweep her hair back gazing down at her. "Its gonna be okay Baby, you're okay" Tears filled his eyes as he spoke looking down at his daughter, "Judith you can't tell anyone what you saw...Daddy will make the pain go away if you don't tell anyone...okay baby?" He wanted an answer but Jude had already escaped, her body going unconscious. He looked up at the still Sadie, "Go call 911 Sades"

Thomas Quincy Jr. Age: 10

Tommy sat at the dinner table with his mom eating.

Both their bowls had been filled with his favorite stew and bread. It almost made Tom feel as though they were normal, as if they were family. She looked over at him and smiled, sweeping her her black hair from her face as her blue eyes flashed at him. Normally they'd wait for his father to get home to eat but they'd waited three hours and hadn't eaten anything all day. Plus they never really knew when he would come home some nights he didn't even bother. He'd just stay with his woman of the night. In all honesty, Tommy didn't really care, he wished his father would just leave. In Tom's eyes they didn't need his father, him and his mother were better off alone, better off as a family together.

He was just about to pick up his cup of grape juice from the table when the front door slamed open.

It gave a loud pound against the wall, bouncing twice before settling. Then his father stepped through the door, completely soaked, his hair spiked and his face twisted in a scowl. He looked mean, bitter, not the man Marie had once loved and married. She didn't know what had happened to him, but he wasn't that man any more he was a monster now. He pulled off his long from trench coat, tossing it carelessly so that it landed in a same hep of leather and raindrops atop of the apartment's gray carpet.

Thomas walked ino the kitchen where his wife and son sat, surrounded by a bubble of fear and silence.

His eyes roamed over the room taking them and the pots and pans/dishes in. "What the fuck?" why the fuck did Marie persist in making him angry, she did it on purpose and he didn't understand why. She knew the rules, she knew to wait for him to come home, now where was his dinner...she just wanted him to loose him control, she begged for him to punish her, that was the only way he could see it. Tommy didn';t raise his eyes from his plate to look at his father, he couldnt. He knew what this night would mean for his mother. Marie Quincy quickly got up from her seat, to stand in front f her husband, but she wanted to run. already she was able to smell the alcohol radiating from him.

"What the fuck are you doing? you didn't think I was hungry?"

But instead of him letting her answer he sent her her crumbling to the floor with a backhanded blow to the cheek.

She looked up at him blood leaking from the corner of her mouth her eyes filled with terror." I...I thought you weren't coming home" She tired to explain, not wanting him to hit her again, he always got worse when he was drunk. "I don't wanna hear god dammit excuses Marie" He yelled at her Kicking her while she was down. His foot connecting everywhere they landed, her back, her stomach, her ribs, her face. She could feel the waves of pain riding through her body, she should be used to this she should be numb to the feeling but she wasn't;'t and she couldn't escape, she couldn't get out. He'd already found her once and she wore the scar from the knife one her belly, forever a reminder that she couldn't get away. She couldn't stop the tears from coming couldn't stop0 begging for forgiveness that would never come, she couldn't stop calling out for help.

Tommy unable to stand the abuse to his mother any longer ran and grabbed onto his father's legs his small hands punching while he bit, trying to do anything to help his mother to help his only family. But his father just shook him off turning to strike him, to get him out of the way Thomas had never wanted children anyway, he'd beat the last to children out of Marie, she should've been grateful he'd let her that little runt. As Marie noticed what was about to happen she jumped in between them. Her only thought was to protect her son, protect the one she loved. "Please Thomas...don't" But her husband only saw red. She would dare step in front of him, she would dare take another mans side. The side of this weak little boy, he knew he should've take care of the boy long ago but it was a mistake he would correct. Pushing his wife out of the way with the intent to take care of her later her pulled back punching his son watching as the boy bounced off the refrigerator and landed on the floor. The last thing Tommy saw before he lost consciousness was the site of his mother's head hitting the edge of the counter, with an innocent mind he didn't yet know it was the blow that had ended his mother's life.