Although I have lived in crappy foster homes since my uncle died when I was four as no one on my Mom's side of the family is stable enough to take care of me, not like they were planning on taking me anyway, I have always known that my douchebag father was the very well-known, though not always very well-liked supernatural hunter, John Winchester.
He was also the one that placed me in the Foster Hunter's System where you get fostered with hunters to be trained as hunters and the system cared more about protecting the hunting business than the children being abused in the system; I was only four.
I never really had an actual relationship with John, as all that I ever was to him was the consequence of some one night stand and a mistake that should have never been born though don't exactly know what that actually means, despite having asked multiple times what it meant, but they all thought I was too young to know and surprised that group home even cared.
All that he did was take me away from a safe and stable home after my uncle died, only to dump me in the foster hunter's system to be broken in as a hunter and only ever coming to check up on my progress, never to see if his daughter was being well cared for which most of the time, I was not as not a day went by in that place where I wasn't abused in some way.
It wasn't like I actually cared about having a relationship with him, since all that I ever saw in John was a deadbeat dad that always put his need for revenge before his two sons, leaving them in rundown motel rooms for days at a time when they were my age, with no money for food and leaves town as soon as he learns my unstable Mom was pregnant with me.
I haven't really lived in my Mom's care since I was four months old, when my uncle took me away from her because of malnourishment which has affected some of growth because of that, looking younger than eight, thanks to my no good mother, having more hate for her than anyone else, including my grandfather and he was awful.
Though was forced to spend every summer with her since I was dumped in the system, and with my new stepfather who obviously didn't like me being there and gave me a bad vibe when I first met him which proved to be right, after an incident with him while we had been alone a few months back, the cause of my hatred for my mother.
My mother didn't care or believe me when she heard what happened, she just stood by his side; and after the extreme lengths she took to make sure I stayed quiet, I didn't want anything to do with her ever again as she made John look like father of the year, and will never forgive her for what she put me through.
I didn't officially meet John until I was three, a year before he dumped me in the Foster Hunter's System and had been living with my Uncle Maxie who had always been like a father to me, when John suddenly shows up on my uncle's doorstep in the middle of the night, completely drunk and demanding to see his child.
As soon as he saw me, he attempted to take me away from my uncle and break me into a hunter like I was a soldier and not his three year old daughter as he believed I was finally old enough to start my training , forcing me into his truck and intending to drive away drunk, with me in the the truck with him, but not before my uncle went after him.
I had never seen my uncle ever lose his temper with anyone before, like he had with John, not even when I was having another one of my tantrums and was cross with me, but never spanked me like he did my cousins, not even once.
Though John had really set my uncle off when he tried to kidnap me and it sure took a lot for my uncle to lose his temper as he is normally a gentle person, despite being a hunter but when it came to me, he could be quite protective, something that always made me feel safe and haven't felt that way since he died.
After that one traumatic incident with my drunk ass father who I have no respect for, John never showed up to take me from my uncle again, but had a feeling that was more out of pride as my Uncle Maxie had beat him bloody.
Though I actually doubted that John had wanted anything to do with me when I was just a mistake to him, he was just drunk and only wanted a replacement hunter, not a daughter as didn't care for me anymore than my mother.
His youngest son had decided to accept a scholarship to Stanford University a few years back, instead of continuing to hunt the thing that killed his mom over twenty years ago, pissing John off and it was obvious he only waited until I was not going to be a burden, to come collect me or he would have probably came for me sooner.
Apparently John had kicked him out of the family when he chose to leave for college and the only reason John didn't come for me then, was because he wanted to wait until I wouldn't be a burden to him or he would have collected me sooner from my uncle to force me into family hunting business and probably would have abused me too.
I had always planned on going into hunting as my uncle had been a hunter as my mother once was, which was how my parents met, but I wanted nothing to do with John even if he was my father, not knowing what he is capable of.
I have always known what lies in the dark, learning very early from my no good grandfather who decided I needed to learn the truth, going against my uncle's wishes and destroying my childhood.
Of course, my uncle didn't plan to begin my training until I was eight, but that all changed when he died when I was barely four and didn't get anymore of a say in my training than I did, it was either train or starve and we were barely fed as it was, so had to learn early on how to fend for myself.
My Uncle Maxie had just started homeschooling when he died, wanting to educate me properly without the interference of the policy of the public school system, even pulling me out of daycare though never got much of a chance as he died later that year.
My uncle had certain views on what should be allowed to be taught in the school system, saying the public school system is much too protective on what can be taught in their schools and how students are not challenged enough in public school.
Though I think I actually prefer homeschooling to going to public school or the Hunters School as I had been forced to attend for the last four years, with not having the best social skills with other kids my own age, despite being around other kids in the group home.
It caused me to get into a lot of fights at the group home from the anger and resentment I have from being denied a proper childhood when all these kids were born into perfect families with perfect parents, when neither of my parents wanted me, causing me to lash out at times.
A few months back my hateful Aunt Isabella and cruel Uncle Ethan got their hands on my before I gave them the slip, thanks to my mother for wanting to be rid of me as she was concerned I was going to start talking and arranged for my drug dealing uncle to kidnap me and force me to sell drugs on the street for him, with barely even knowing what drugs were, just knowing that they were bad.
I hated every minute of it, but if I wanted to even eat my small portion of food that I was given every other day, than I had to sell drugs for him while locking me in a cold basement to sleep in at night, seeming me more as a pawn than as his eight year old niece.
It took me six months to escape his clutches, running away to the one person I knew that I could always trust as she was very close friend of my Uncle Maxie, Missouri Moesley and if my uncle trusted her, I knew that I could trust her to keep me safe.
If it wasn't for my good for nothing father, I would have been allowed to live with Missouri as my uncle had planned for me if something were to ever happen to him, but unfortunately John interfered in the custody process before it was complete.
Since John had never actually signed away his rights as my father, there was nothing that Missouri or my older cousin, Troy could do about John taking me away, even if he didn't plan on keep me himself, but by the time my uncle's lawyer realized John was just planning on putting me in the Foster Hunter's System, I was already in the system and there was no way of tracking me.
Though Uncle Maxie raised me since I had been a baby, he also had three kids of his own, including Troy who had two younger sisters: Aria; fourteen and Hazel; twelve, who was only a few years older than me, but unlike Troy, I wasn't as close to them as their brother; they saw me as a threat for some reason, believing I was taking up all their Dad's time which made no sense as I barely saw him half the time.
Missouri and Uncle Maxie grew up with each other in Kansas, though unlike my uncle who was raised as a hunter like I was, Missouri is a very gifted psychic, like my mother had been before she allowed drugs and alcohol control her, and I was supposedly one as well.
Though I haven't quite developed any psychic abilities yet, but Missouri says I've been showing some signs of early development as I'm not even thirteen yet which is the age for an potential psychic to begin showing signs of development, something I wish to desperately avoid as I wanted anything but to be psychic.
Despite my Uncle Maxie being friends with Missouri, he didn't trust psychics, especially after my Mom became addicted to drugs and alcohol because she couldn't handle being psychic, believing I was going to turn out just like her even when I didn't want to be psychic as that scared me more than anything, which was why he always kept me at a distance.
Though Missouri says I have nothing to fear and not to let being psychic frighten me because of what happened or let my uncle's beliefs get into my head, telling me I have what is known as the gift of sight, a very powerful psychic gift once I fully develop, with the way I randomly draw, but my artistic ability is all my own.
I have always been artistic and had a passion for art since I was young and that was the one thing that could never be taken away from me, causing me to be constantly punished in the group home for doing my art during free time in the rec center, instead of studying up more on hunting, because even when we did get free time, we didn't actually get free time.
Though my family hunts the evil of the supernatural for a living, we are also part of the supernatural world as we are what is known as the Dhampir race, a mix race of human and the natural Elfish race which gives us human instincts with the ability to bend one of the natural elements: air, water, earth, fire, and the element of spirit.
It gives us immortality when our Elf traits fully develops, with extra strength and senses, and compulsion, an ability that can control someone's mind which makes me feel uncomfortable using, knowing what it feels like to have no control or say in your own life.
It is also actually quite common for Elfish siblings to get their immortality together, even half brothers on my douchebag father's side who I never even met and probably never will.
I also had two older step-brothers when my mother remarried her second husband after her first was charged with domestic abuse, and had my younger half brother, Caleb.
Though Caleb isn't a Winchester, he is related to me and my stepbrothers are related to him, connecting us all together and if Elfish siblings are close connected enough, they can connect telepathy with each other.
When I first ran away two months ago and showed up on Missouri's doorstep, abused and underfed, I never expected Missouri to take me in, now that I was a troubled eight year old child that no one wanted to help and have me stay with her.
She was even willing to go get what little belongings I have from the group home which never even bothered to report me missing as it could bring attention to the system, but I was her family and needed protection against my drug dealing uncle, who obviously has people looking for me as I know too much now, but I don't want to be a burden, especially when I could be putting her in danger.
I had expressed my concerns, but Missouri just told me that she handle herself quite well and I didn't need to worry and her being in danger with my uncle looking for me and intending to kidnap me again, besides Missouri says I was the child, not her and I was the one that needed to be taken cared of as I should feel safe, but haven't felt that way since my Uncle Maxie died.
All that I ever wanted was a place that I could call home with a family that wanted and actually cared about what happened to me, feeling like an outsider in Missouri's family whenever her family all came over for Sunday brunch after attending church services, making me feel uncomfortable and unwelcome around them, especially since I never attended church with them, having lost what little faith I did have when my uncle died four years ago.
Missouri had respected my wishes to not push church and her beliefs on me as I had my own views on religion, and her family wouldn't respect that, always bringing up religion around me and making their own opinions known on Missouri not forcing me to attend church with her, making their distaste for me known and never making me feel welcome with the way they treated me.
It wasn't Missouri's fault that her family treats me like I am nothing but dirt on their shoes and Missouri couldn't really blame me for not wanting to attend Sunday brunch with them anymore because of their treatment towards me, but I had enough drama with my Uncle Ethan trying to discover my whereabouts without having to deal with them too.
He just wanted to use me as his personal drug dealer who he didn't have to pay, only seeing me as his property, thanks to my mother, and tried going to my cold-hearted grandfather for help, but refused to believe his sweet innocent girl would sell her own daughter for unlimited supply of drugs for allowing her husband to touch me in places I didn't want to be touched.
Of course, my no good grandfather who despised me from the moment I was born, didn't believe a word I said, calling me a liar and just hit me with his belt for having been born a bastard, whatever that means and had to be punished for my sins, which was the cause of what pushed me into cutting at seven years old, and after all the abuse I endured at his hands, I was terrified of belts, with cutting being my only escape.
It had actually been real easy to cut myself while being a prisoner with my Aunt and Uncle, though I doubt they paid much attention to me when I wasn't of use to them and wouldn't of cared what I did anyway, having kept me locked up when I wasn't being used to sell drugs, but my cousins knew, they just didn't care.
Unlike my Aunt and Uncle, Missouri actually did pay attention to me, so had to keep it secret, knowing she would never approve and had only been with her for a couple of weeks, having been hiding my cuts since coming to stay with her until Missouri caught me, threatening to spank me real good with her wooden spoon if she ever caught me doing that to myself again.
Though she did give me a few good swats with that wicked spoon of hers and still couldn't believe a wooden spoon can hurt so much, before making me stand in the corner for a good thirty minutes which seemed like an eternity with my short attention span and why Missouri tells me it was an effective punishment.
Missouri didn't tell me at the time as she is still real worried about my well-being and the fear of my uncle finding me, not wanting me to get my hopes up, but she has been trying to get in touch with my two older brothers, hoping they would take me.
Though she hasn't heard anything from them since hearing of the famous Winchester brothers opening the gates of hell and accidentally letting hundreds of demons out before closing the gates, but not quite sure how I personally feel about them who doubt even know of my existence.
I know Missouri wants me to stay with her, but knows I'm just not safe living with her as long as my uncle has his drug dealing friends looking for me and she loves me as if I was her own daughter and had to protect me from Ethan's abuse, believing I deserve the right to just be a eight year old child, knowing it was only a matter of time before Ethan makes the connection.
That was one of the reasons why Missouri has been trying to contact my brothers, who she is threatening to whack them both with her wooden spoon when she gets her hands on them for not keeping in contact as promised, and for my oldest brother for selling his soul to save his younger brother and only has a year to live, and Missouri wanted my brothers to take me on the road with them, knowing I would be safe though doubt they would take me, I was just their bastard sister.
As much as Missouri wants me to go live with my brothers, I was unsure of my feelings of my brothers and being related to them by blood through some douchebag father who looked the other way and allowed me to be abused in the system, the same father they showed loyalty to.
They could have known all along about me and even what John did to me, so what would keep them from betraying me just like everyone else has done in my ten years, but I was Aidan Grace Holden-Winchester and bad always seems to follow me wherever I go.