****** I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM PICTH BLACK******
How ever the other characters like Jen are of my creation
HOPE
Chapter one
The pervious night was full of fear, pain, and abuse. That would be the last time, she swore to herself.
She lay on her bed still naked to the world; she dared not move cause that meant the agonizing pain would follow. Her skin began to colour from all the places her father beat her, and her body began to sting as she tried to move.
'How am I suppose to live like this? This is the fucking last time he will ever touch me!' She thought rolling on to her side. The pain shot through every inch of her body as she made her attempt to sit up. 'I'm going to get through this...I'm going to get though this' she repeated in her mind.
She slowly rolled off the bed trying to make as little sound as possible and began to limp for the door. Before she reached the end of the bed her body jerked backwards. The next thing she knew she was back on the bed with him on top of her. Pain devoured every part of her body, as he placed more and more of his weight on her.
"Where do ya think your go'n?" He slurred out, he's sour breath washing over her body. He looked over her bruised body with an evil smile crossing his face.
"I…I was going to bed. I…I have school tomorrow." She stuttered out avoiding his lazy stare.
"What's the matter don't want to share a bed with your old man?" He said slowly running his fingers down her arms, causing her to shudder under his touch.
"I …I sleep better in my bed." She began to slightly squirm underneath him.
He snorted and rolled off of her. "Suit yourself," he smirked rolling off of her.
She watched him move off of her in disbelief, she sat there for a minute fearful that it was some kind of a sick trick.
"Well aren't you gonna go ta bed?" He said staring coldly at her. She nodded her head in response as she slid off the bed and began limping to the door.
'What the hell was that about? He's never been that understanding before?' She continued to limp down the dark hall until she reached her room. She turned the doorknob and entered the darkness that seemed to soothe her pain.
It wasn't that big of a room but it was a decent size. There was only enough room for a single bed, desk, dresser, and a small bookshelf.
Every day she had to make sure that everything was neatly in its place, so her father wouldn't have one of his tantrums. If he found any kind of mess he would utterly destroy her room and make her clean it up again; it was as if she lived in a boot camp.
She limped towards her bed and crawled underneath the warm blankets to finally find the comfort she was looking for. She curled up into a little ball and began sobbing softly. Tears began running down her cheeks and soaking the pillowcase under her head. It didn't take long before sleep over took her into a restless dream.
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