"Why can't one of you drive yourself instead of making me take you? It's hours out of the way,
I'd have no choice but to sit in the car bored all day!"
Anna knew she was fighting a losing battle but the last thing she wanted was to sit alone in
the car all day parked in some field, hours away from civillisation while her drunk of a step
father and two sadistic step brothers swilled beer and jeered on the "barbaric" wrestling.
It just wasn't fair!
"You'll do it little bitch because you've been told to. You will obey me! I'm you're father!"
As he spoke he reached out and grabbed her wrists, pulling her towards him and slamming her
hard against the wall.
"Except you aren't my father..."
Before she could finish her sentence she felt the full force of her step father's wrath as
his fist made contact against her soft skin of her cheek.
"I'm as close to a father you'll ever have. Maybe if you're mother wasn't such a slut you
may have known him but you don't so you'll do as i say!"
His final words were spat with utter venom as he repeatedly pushed her against the wall as
her step brothers stood smugly behind him. Straining to hold back the tears, Anna focused
on a fixed point of the wall praying the abuse would soon be over. Eventually he became bored,
slamming her one final time against the wall as he released her from his grasp and the three
men returned to the sitting room laughing, a beer in each of their hands. Slowly Anna climbed
the stairs to her room, pushing the door shut behind herself and sliding to the floor where
she began to sob. Their treatment she could put up, she'd lived with it for years but she
couldn't accept Stewart calling her mother a slut when he knew only too well why she had no
knowledge of who her father was and that was hardly her mother's fault. More the monster who
attacked her as she was travelling from work to collect Anna's older brother Thomas from his
baby sitter. The beast was never found and Anna was his "gift" to her mother.
Shortly after Anna's birth her mother had met Stewart and soon moved him and his two older
son's into their family home where he raised both Anna and Thomas like his own, at least until,
her mother passed away. Then things changed. Her once loving step father turned into an abusive
drunk and his sons Cole and Jesse weren't much better. Thomas left to follow his childhood
dream as a pilot in the army and Anna was left to serve them and suffer constant abuse at
their hands. Choked, slapped, whatever punishment they felt appropriate for her indiscretions.
All Anna ever wanted was to run away but the thought of being caught and the repercussions scared
her all the more. It seemed she had no choice, she was taking the three of them to the Tournament of
death in the morning. Climbing to her feet, she began to prepare for the following day before heading
to bed, hoping the current peace downstairs would last long enough for her to get some sleep.