So, I've had requests in the last story I wrote to have more Jules. While the last story didn't really have any Team One in it at all, I'm more than happy to oblige. This is going to be mostly about Red and Jules, though there is some Sam. I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: nothing you recognize belongs to me.
Red always wanted to come in to practice, even after long days of work the day before.
Danielle McCarthy was an uncomplicated girl living in a complicated situation. It was a situation that she just didn't know how to handle. She had been living in this complicated situation for as long as she could remember.
She had never felt wanted at home when she was younger. Her father was a loud man who complained all the time and didn't know when to stop drinking, and her mother was a drug addict who just didn't know when to quit. And for a while, that's all it was. And Danielle could deal with that.
Then one day everything changed. She was seven, and she had come home to find her house a wreck. It was like that usually, so she didn't think anything of it. She was surprised, however, to find her father waiting for her. "You stupid, stupid girl," he hissed.
She looked at him, confused. "What did I do, daddy?"
A fist connected with her face, sending her flying backwards. A kick followed that, and she screamed out in pain. This just seemed to enrage her father more, and his kicks became more violent, harsher. She curled up in on herself, hoping to lessen the pain. All too soon, blackness claimed her.
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Red blinked, shuddering out of the memory. That was the day that her mother had overdosed and died. Her father had somehow blamed her for this happening, saying that it was because of a bad grade, and to her seven-year-old mind, her father was always right, and so she believed him. Her mother's death was her fault, and nothing could change that.
She looked around her, trying to get her bearings and remember what exactly was going on. She realized that she was on the bus, and was about to get dropped off at home. She shuddered, not wanting to go into the house right now. She had gotten a B on her calc test, and while it was a really good score in the teacher's eyes, she just knew her father would be mad that she hadn't gotten a perfect score, that she hadn't gotten an A. She didn't want to face the music. But she knew she had no choice.
So, sighing, she got up as the bus stopped and let her off. She shrugged her backpack onto her back, gripping the straps tightly. Maybe he would be asleep. Maybe he would be too drunk to get up. Even as she hoped, she knew that it wasn't going to be the case as she heard the TV on inside. So she put on her brave face and entered the house.
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Red curled up in her bed, trying to ignore the pain. Snips had put up with whips, she reminded herself. She could deal with kicks and punches. But it was a useless battle, and the reminder that her friend had gone through worse just made her feel extra worthless for not being able to deal with this. She began to cry quietly, putting her pillow over her face to muffle the sounds. Why did her father hate her so much? Why couldn't she ever be good enough?
Why couldn't he just kill her?
Okay, so this was originally going to be a one-shot, but fanfiction wasn't allowing me to upload everything at once, so I have to do this in parts. Next part up soon!
