A.N. This is my first attempt at a fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it! Oh and when she is speaking Italian, Alisabith is saying that she is sorry for speaking the wrong language and what not.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or its character but I do own the right s to Chava Alisabith Miller.
Safe Haven Prologue
"Hola. Mi nombre es Alisabith. Yo seré su traductor para esta semana," I introduce myself to the dignitary as their translator for this week. The hair on my arms stands up as my father steps up behind me.
'Crap. Wrong language.' I think about my mistake as my adoptive father presses his thumb into the pressure point in my back. I tighten my grip on Mulan's, my husky, leash. Mulan sensed my discomfort and rubbed my leg with her head. She learned long ago that she should not try to protect me when I did not want her to. I try soo hard not to wince as he digs even deeper into my lower back.
"Sono molto spiacente, signore. Il mio nome e Alisabith e io saro il vostro traduttore per questa settimana. Prometto che non ci saranno piu errori." I quickly change my mindset from Spanish to Italian. Pressure from my back is slowly released after a swift quick jab. We all walk out of the airport and to the v.i.p. parking deck where our car and the dignitary's car is. As Mulan and I hop into our car that we keep in the U.S.A., I think about the abuse that is sure to come, probably in the next few minutes. My parents climb into the car, buckle up, and drive away from the D.C. airport.
Silence incases us as my father turns on to an abandoned road that is all too familiar. I recognize the iron rod in the corner with dry red spots on it as the car stops. My father climbs out and comes around to my door. I know what is about to happen so I do not struggle when he pulls me out by my hair.
I drop to the ground when the first blow comes. I hear the crack of bones as blow after blow comes by that bloody pipe. I wait and wait for it to stop. Finally, I feel someone put the pipe down and roughly throw me over their shoulder. Hearing the trunk open, I am thrown in. Mulan, who is already in the back, lays lightly on top of me and growls at my father. A door closes and I am surrounded in sudden darkness. Mulan licks my side. A gnash is apparent from my rib cage to the top of my hip bone.
I feel something poking me in the neck. Slowly reaching up, I pull a picture of my biological mother out of my inner coat pocket. A lone tear slides down my face as I start to lose consciousness. I feel myself involuntarily pulling restrains across my body and buckling myself in, as I have done many times before. As I lose myself in beckoning darkness, I hear a gunshot ring out. A flipping sensation and a knock on the head sends me into a delirious nightmare.