HI FOLKS, YES I KNOW I HAVEN'T UPDATED MY OTHER STORIES IN A WHILE, BUT I HAVE ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE ON ALL OF THE UNCOMPLETED ONES AND I WILL TRY TO GET IT UP AND RUNNING AS SOON AS I CAN!

I have had some concerning health problems but I am on the mend and I will post as much as possible as soon as possible!

I love you all and reviews are greatly appreciated!

Chapter One

"You will never be loved!" Kick. Smack. Slap. I groaned as I was kicked against the wall. Slowly, I pulled myself to my hands and knees as the man came closer to my fetal position.

"To me and the rest of the world you are just a piece of trash! Your mother couldn't stand to be around you, and that's why Normagine died!" He shouted as he repeatedly kicked me in the side. I curled up into a ball and let the tears flow.

Soon the blows ceased and I heard a beer can pop open. The T.V. turned on after that. Unfolding myself from my fetal mold, I ever so slowly pushed myself to my feet and fled to the bathroom.

Closing the door behind me, I turned lock before flipping the light switch on. My shoulders sagged when I looked in the mirror. I had a black eye for sure, plus a laceration under it from my face being slammed into the countertop corner. Lifting a misplaced section of hair, I winced at the sight of a large red bump on my upper forehead. I sighed and opened the cabinet before pulling out the peroxide and medical wraps. Quietly, I fixed myself up as best as I could before quickly putting everything back and retreating back to my small bedroom.

I shut the door behind me and locked it before grabbing my TMNT plushies and curling up in my hammock. I cried myself to sleep, wondering if my life is ever going to get better.

So while I'm asleep you guys are going to get a bio. My name's Miley Lopsign. Yeah, that's why I go by Miley, call me anything else and I'll kick your butt! I have one green eye and one brown eye with freckles sprinkled under them. I have short, black, spikey hair with one sprig dyed a bright/dark red.

I am 5'7 and I am on the skinny athletic side with a noticeable build. My Mom died in a drunk drivers accident a year ago and Dad's blamed me for it ever since. My birthday was last week so I am 15 yrs. old and I am almost a champion kick boxer. The beatings have been getting worse and worse and I'm actually starting to get scared, well, I guess I'll see in the morning.

Well, there you go folks! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, my OC bears my personality but everything that happened in this story is fictional and the abuse is not real. But children are abused in the world, and if you know someone going through that, just make sure to give them as much support as possible.

Thunderstrike07 does not own TMNT, as much as it saddens me to admit it...

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