The winter holidays have arrived at Royal Woods. It will be two weeks before Christmas arrives to the town. The townsfolk had decorations set up along their yards, across town, and even in places where you wouldn't expect anyone to celebrate Christmas, like in homeless alleys.

However, for one house, things are not so jolly…

There is a house located outside of the town. On the outside, things look normal. But on the inside…well, let's take a look inside…

A series of hits and yelps echoed along the house, followed by someone shouting, "Stop it, father!" The cries of pain sounded like they were from a little boy. The pleas were from a girl in her late teens.

No soon after we hear them, we cut to see a door opening to a room, before a large, bulky man in his late 40s tossed a five year old boy into the room. "Stop!" cried out the same voice, as a girl ran inside and wrapped her arms around him protectively.

The man looked down at them with an intimidating glare. Things were silent for a while, before he grumbled to himself. "You," he said in a loud, gruff voice. The boy whimpered in fear as he covered his left eye. "You are grounded! No dinner for you tonight!" he growled, just before he grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door shut.

The girl looked at the door with contempt, before she looked down at her brother. This girl is named Ellen Anderson, an 18 year old girl with red hair tied to a low ponytail. She is tall, and has fair skin. She has a small cut on her cheek, but is otherwise in perfect health.

The boy on the other hand…well, he's a different story. He has several gaping spots in his jawline where his teeth should've been, a bruised right eye, and several small cuts on the cheek as well. He is five year old Logan Anderson.

Ellen looked down at him, and gently placed her hand on his cheeks. Logan yelped a bit in pain, making Ellen pull her hand back for a bit. "Sorry, kiddo." She cooed softly. Logan just looked at her, eyes beginning to water, before he broke down in tears.

"I'm…this is all my fault, Ellen…" Logan whimpered as he rubbed his eyes. Ellen pouted; she hated seeing her little brother like this. She then picked him up and carried him to the bed.

"Logan, this isn't your fault and you know it." She cooed softly as she sets him down onto the bed, caressing his hair. Logan however, shook his head. "I messed up dad's lunch. I was supposed to leave in the meatloaf in the oven for 25 minutes…I left it in for an hour." He said as Ellen opened a drawer near the bed, got a tissue from the box and pulled out antibiotics from the drawer.

"It doesn't matter. The worst a real father should do was ground you for a fewdays…wait," she said as she poured some of the liquid on the tissue, and froze after she placed the antibiotics back on the drawer. She then shook her head.

"No, scratch that. A REAL father shouldn't even allow a five year old to cook at all." She corrected as she gently cupped Logan's chin, and began to tap all over the cuts and bruises. Logan immediately flinched and hissed in pain. "Ow…" he whimpered. Ellen however, just sighed.

"Sweetie, I know this hurts. But I NEED to clean this." She explained with a frown. Logan looked at her, and gulped. "Do these things have to hurt so much?" he asked innocently. Ellen shook her head. "I'm sorry, but that's how it is. I'm not much of a biologist, since I dropped out of high school having to keep dad away from you." She explained. Logan frowned some more, and Ellen dipped the tissue on his wounds. However, Logan allowed her to do so.

There was a brief period of silence as Ellen tended to his wounds. Then, she was finished. She placed the tissue back on top of the drawer, and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Logan looked at her.

"Logan, I'll be back. I'll get you the Mac N' Cheese you love, okay?" she asked with a smile. Logan gave a slight smile, and nodded. Ellen smiled back and gave him a gentle kiss on the eye bruise. "Don't worry. I'll be back as quickly as I can. You know how fast I can cook." She said with a giggle as she stood up. "Okay, Ellen." Logan said with a nod. Ellen smiled as she then walked out of the room.

Logan sat there, all alone in the bedroom. He then looked at a stuffed dinosaur doll lying nearby next to him. He smiled and approached it, before grabbing it and pulled it back towards him, hugging it tightly.

"I love you, Rexy…" he said to the doll, even though he knew it couldn't reply back. He remembered having that doll from Ellen two Christmases ago. He then looked at the window, noticing the sun beginning to set down. He smiled, admiring the beautiful scenery…even if he could only see it from the small frame of the window.

"Hahahaha!"

Logan froze, recognizing the laughs from outside. The door to his room opened, and in stepped the two devils of the house: Fiona and Jessie. Fiona is 21 years old with long red hair tied to a long French Braid. She has fair white skin and piercing green eyes. Jessie is 19 years old with much shorter hair, which was light black in coloring tied into a pair of pigtails. Like her sisters, she also has fair white skin and piercing green eyes.

"Well well well…what do we have here?" Fiona taunted. Logan cowered down a bit and held Rexy closely. Jessie closed the door behind them, leaving the three of them alone.

"W-What do you two want?" asked Logan, looking at them with an attempt to be brave, but was fearful of them. Sure these girls are not quite as bad as George, but when George delivers physical pain, these girls give out emotional pain to him. Fiona crossed her arms.

"We're not happy with you messing up our lunch." Fiona said. Jessie approached Logan and sat next to him. "We're aware that you faced our dad's wrath…but I don't think you've been punished enough." She added. Logan looked at the girl with confusion. "W-What do you mean?" he asked, growing fearful.

Fiona then took Rexy from his arms. Logan looked at her in shock. "Hey, give that back!" he called out, but Jessie grabbed his shoulders and pinned him to the bed. "Don't you dare move! We're gonna teach you OUR lesson!" Jessie taunted as she got closer to his face, breath touching Logan's nose. Fiona smirked evilly as she grabbed Rexy with her two hands. Logan looked on in fear, shaking his head repeatedly. "Please don't do this." Logan pleaded. Fiona however, didn't hear his plea.

Riiiiiiiipppp!

Fiona tore open Rexy's stomach, causing cotton to spill out of the doll's body. Logan screamed in fear as he reached out to stop Fiona. But his age, combined with his physical condition and him not eating as much as the others hinders him from freeing himself from Jessie's grip. Fiona continued to rapidly tear apart the doll with glee in her eyes.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" cried out a voice. Logan and the girls turned around to see a horrified Ellen with a plate of Mac N' Cheese on her hands. Fiona and Jessie looked at her, not expecting her to be back so soon. Fiona then threw the pieces down and gestured to Jessie with her head.

"Come on, we're leaving, Jessie." Fiona said. Jessie frowned as she lets go of Logan, who quickly crawled to the doll pieces. Ellen saw the poor boy's look of horror and sorrow as he sees the broken remains of his plushie, and she clutched her fists in anger.

Without even thinking, she grabbed Fiona by the hair, and pulled her back inside. Fiona yelped in pain as she was pulled back inside. Logan looked on, surprised at seeing Ellen act so violent. Ellen slammed Fiona into the bed and grasped her throat with her hands, intending to strangle her.

"You dirty whore! I gave that to him for Christmas!" she growled as Fiona tried to free her throat. Despite the age and size, Ellen is surprisingly strong, and her grip is like a vice. Jessie immediately wrapped her arms around Ellen's shoulders. "Let go of her!" she commanded. Logan looked on, and began to whimper, seeing Ellen just acting so violet all of a sudden. Her fingers were pressing against the skin of Fiona's back neck. Two of them even pierced the skin, causing it to bleed.

Ellen then pulled Fiona out, and releasing one hand, pulling Fiona to the door, before throwing her out. She then grabbed Jessie and pushed her out as well.

"DON'T YOU EVER BOTHER MY BROTHER AGAIN!" she cried out, before she grabbed the door and slammed it shut. She never saw the look of shock and disbelief in their faces.

Ellen looked at the door, panting heavily, before she pressed her forehead against the door, shaking her head. "Oh my goodness…" she sighed to herself. A tear streamed down as she closed her eyes, processing what just happened.

A small whimper caused her to turn around. She saw Logan, who was hiding behind the bed, looking at her with fear in his eyes. Ellen felt like her heart was being slashed by the claws of a monster at seeing him look at her like a monster…almost like he would look at her father…

Ellen gently turned around, and gently approached the mess. Logan looked at her, still growing tense and fearful. Ellen didn't pay attention as she looked at the now torn up doll. She picked up what used to be the head of Rexy. She looked on in sadness.

"This was a gift I got for Logan two Christmases ago. And they just…" Ellen thought in her mind as she gently placed the head back down. She then looked at Logan. Logan stared back at her, hands clutching onto the bed. Ellen sighed and then turned to him.

"Logan?" she asked calmly. Logan stepped back some more. "You…you hurt them…" he said, his voice nothing but a broken whimper. Ellen nodded. "I know I did, sweetie. I know I did…and I'm sorry for scaring you." She explained as she gently approached him. Logan froze, silent whimpers growing louder.

"Do…do you want to hurt me too?" he asked. Ellen froze, taken aback by the question. "No. W-Why would I do that?" she asked, looking at him, offended. Logan pointed at her. "You looked like daddy…" he said. Ellen remained frozen, unable to believe what she heard him say. She was about to shake her head, when she thought back to when she was strangling Fiona.

She remembered Fiona having a fearful look on her face…like she was about to die. Ellen remembered seeing that exact same look on her face when Fiona was 12, and Ellen was 9.

*Flashback*

Fiona was being lifted off the ground by an irate George, who had a whole plate of spaghetti on his shirt. Ellen was looking on with fear in her eyes. "Ack…stop, dad! Please…" Fiona choked out as she struggled to get out of her father's throat.

*Flashback ended*

Ellen frowned, remembering the poor girl's face back then. Thankfully, she lived (obviously), but that event still scarred her. An event that she might have repressed in her memories, and would've likely kept it that way had it not been for Ellen's outbursts.

Ellen covered her face, and began to sob silently. Logan looked at her, and gently approached her, yet cautiously as if she were a strange, foreign object he never saw before. "I'm…I am so sorry, Logan…For a moment, I was turning into my father…" she sobbed, referring to her outburst. Logan stared at her, tears of his own beginning to swell up.

Without saying a word, he approached her and hugged her. Ellen froze, hitching her breath for a moment, before she caved in, wrapping her arms around the little boy's body. She was in hysterics now. She rocked him back and forth, rubbing her hands against his back.

"Please don't cry, Ellen…Please don't cry." Logan whimpered out. Ellen just held onto him some more, kissing him in the hair repeatedly. "I'm sorry, Logan…everything will be okay…I will never hurt you…EVER." She whispered in response.

The two broken souls remained hugging one another for what felt like forever. Ellen hoped George won't get involved with this incident. She hoped so, because she began to formulate a plan…a plan to get out of there, and help start a new life with Logan and herself…

AN: Hey guys, superkoola here!

Here is the first chapter of this rewrite! I told you all I would upload this around Christmas!

So yeah; major changes. I wanted to develop Ellen some more. You know, to have her not be just an angel that I made her out to be. I wanted to have her affected by the abuse, because…well, Logan wasn't the only one who faces abuse from George. I think this also happened to other people who were abused their whole lives, and never sought help from anyone. If there is anyone out there who faced abuse…well, my condolences. I hope things get better for you and your friends in the end…

Anyways, the escape will be in next chapter. Hope you enjoy this chapter, stay safe, and like everyone says;

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!