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A/N: I'm not quite sure where this is going but I started it while taking finals a month ago so if you want to see something happen write a review and tell me.
POV: Arizona
Mom was gone so was my brother. After Johnny went with the blue angels dad locked me in the basement, after some time mom stopped visiting me. Dad would come down and give me food, if I cried he would hit me. When Johnny left I stopped going to first grade I lost my innocence to my other brother, Cynrick, not long after. I never left the basement after that, Cynrick would visit me but after Johnny left he was never nice to me, he would throw me around and do things that I had always been told were wrong. I was a broken child that no one wanted, and my family punished me for it. No one cared about me, I had been down here for a very long time, I had been hungry for a very long time, but I was always hungry so it didn't matter. I learned a long time ago to just retreat into my own head, when someone would hit me I would think about being outside playing with other kids. When Cynrick would take me I would think of the blue angels Johnny was with, I hoped that they would come for me one day, maybe if I was good I could be a blue angel one day but, I'll never be good enough. I heard yelling upstairs and ran to hide, if daddy couldn't find me he couldn't hit me.I ran into the closet and closed the door quietly. darting to the back of the closet I climbed up onto the shelf . I pulled a box in front of me and curled into a tiny ball. I had been hiding long enough that I was beginning to think maybe I was safe, when I heard people come down the stairs. I stopped breathing as the closet door opened. My eyes were closed.
"Come on out, sweetheart," a gentle female voice said, I didn't move except to crack my eyes open. there were two women in the entryway to the closest, one with short blond hair the other long and dark, they were staring at me.
"I...I'm...s…Sorry… for hiding, please don't be mad, don't punish me, I'm sorry," I cried terror freezing me where I sat.
"It's ok, honey, we aren't angry, we won't hurt you," the blond said.
"I'm Katherine, but you can call me Katie, what's your name?" the brunette asked.
"Whatever you want it to be," I replied, everyone had a different name for me, mom used call me Zona, Johnny used to call me AZ, Cynrick called me whore, dad called me little bitch, my first grade teacher had called me Arizona.
"Can you come down sweetie?" Katie asked. I uncurled and begun to climb down.
"Is this better?" I asked looking at my feet.
"It's wonderful now aside from sweetie what can I call you?" Katie asked.
"Whatever you want, mom used to call me Zona, Johnny would call me AZ," I said softly, I wasn't allowed to say the other names so I didn't.
"Who is Johnny?" she asked kneeling in front of me and looking in my eyes.
"My big brother, he's with the blue angels now, I want to be a blue angel someday, but I'm not good enough" I told her.
"You can be anything you want," Katie said.
"No I can I was bad, the blue angels are good," I told her.
"Oh, Arizona," she said pulling me into her body, I flinched but, she didn't do anything but hold me close to her. I realized that she wouldn't hurt me and I clung to her. She took me out of the basement and I cried because daddy would be mad at me, but she told me I was safe, she even put me in a truck and took me to the place of the blue angels.
25 years later
"You little Bitch," a man's voice echoed down the hall. I ignored it and pulled out my keys to unlock my door. A hand grabbed my shoulder and threw me across the hall, my keys fell as I stumbled on my prosthetic leg. An older man grabbed them and unlocked my door.
"You thought you could hide from us?" the one who had thrown me yelled dragging me into my own apartment, "You have ten minutes to write your goodbyes,"he yelled grabbing a paper off the counter and throwing it in front of me.
"Time to come home," the older man said, it was then that I realized who they were, my first family, the one I didn't talk about.