"Oh crap, I'm late!", i thought as i ran down route 15 as it started to rain, Causing the dry dirt road to quickly tutn into mud. I rushed up to my home just abit off the route and groaned in discomfort as my clothes were soaking wet. Knocking on the door, I waited on one of my 'Parents' to answer. When the door opened up i seen my father with a beer bottle in his hand and his lucario, which he named luke, was drunk as hell. "Hello aya, why are you so late?", My dad asked me with abit of venom dripping off each slurred word. I cringed at each word and said nervously. "w-well i was... a-at the park playing w-with some p-pokemon." He glared at me and grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside saying. "luke could of played with you!" he yelled. Wincing in pain i yanked my arm away from him and yelled back. "No!, I Refuse!" I ran upstairs and slammed my room door closed and locked it. For those wondering who i am. My name is Ayame Hearts, i am a soon to be pokemon trainer. I am fifthteen years old, but i turn sixteen in a few days. I have developing C cup breasts and a slender hourglass figure.

Currently, i am in a sticky situation with my father and his lucario, luke. They had their eyes on me ever since my mother passed away a year ago. My dad had developed a drinking problem, which he thought would help his broken heart. but sadly it did not work, because he would try to have sex with me, but i refused everytime, each night i make sure to bolt and lock my door and windows before going to bed. I peeked out of my room and ran down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. Sighing as i got undressed, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Walking to the door, i closed and locked it, then i headed over to the tub. I turned on the water and waited til ot was warm and got in. I sighed in content and relief as soon as the water hit my body. Leaning against the shower wall i started to think about everything that has happened to me over the course of one year.

(Flash back)

(one year ago) Things were never the same after my mothers' death. My father started drinking after two weeks, he has gotten more agressive since mom died. He had random outbursts and attacks me saying that my mom was dead because of me.

(7 months ago) My dad captured a lucario and named him luke for some reason. My dads' drinking problem had stopped for a little while so we decided to go for a walk on route 15. My dad has been a pokemon trainer for seventeen years now. But he let most of his pokemon go back into the wild and after catching luke, he never lifted a ball since then.

(3 months ago) His drinking problem had returned and taken a turn for the worse and what's even worse is that luke had started drinking as well. The living room would be a mess littered beer cans and bottles on the floor. Dads' outbursts have gotten more violent then before and at times luke randomly decides to join in and beat me mercilessly.

(1 month ago) Dad had been forcing me to wear a maid outfit that he found on a shopping website. It us very humiliating when he has friends over to watch the pokemon football. Most of the time his buddies would try to pull up my skirt or pull me into one of their laps. He just sits there laughing like a drunken idiot while watching his daughter get molested.

(Flashback End)

I sighed and thought "Just a few more days, then i can finally leave this place for good." I smiled at the thought.

I stayed in the shower for a few more minutes washing myself off, Once i was finished, i got out and dried off and slid into my pajamas. I dried and combed my hair out and put it into a ponytail. gathering my dirty clothes and tossing them in the bin, i unlocked and peeked out the door again. Seeing no one in sight i walked out and headed to my room. Once i opened my door, I seen luke sitting on my bed with innocent eyes. I sighed and sat down next to him. "Why did you do it, why did you follow behind him?..." I asked him. Luke sighed and said, "I dont know... i just wanted to try one... i didnt know it would have such an effect on me...", I was surprised by how much better his english is going

Luke was being tutored by me to speak human language so he don't have to use telepathy. When dad let luke out at home, he was holding his head when luke first tried telepathy. So i decided to teach him to speak human when dad had gotten sick because of it. Now here he is talking clear human language like that talking meowth on T.V. Sighing, I hugged him, "I dont follow him anymore..." Luke said quietly, " the day i hurt you will be my last...", He held me tight with tears falling from his eyes. My eyes were wide, He cared about me, luke actually cared about me. He didn't see me as an object or a plaything. We stayed like that for a while before we broke the hug and he left my room.