Okay, I've been reading plenty of stories about Lennox's niece, brother or sister, but what about Sarah's relatives? We haven't heard much of her, so I decided to give it a go.

Summary: Sarah had not seen her sister in a long time. When Nicole suddenly is on their porch step, due to a holiday without her loving husband, Sarah is thrilled to see her. However, there is always more than meets the eye. IHxOC.

Published: 6/11/2010

Words: 643

Prologue

Ever since I married Tom, the relationship with my sister and mother had gotten worse. From the first day, they had not liked him. However, he and my dad were like to peas in a pod. They had both enjoyed each other's company, whether it was a fishing or hunting trip, or just watching Alabama against Auburn in football. That was about the only thing that separated the two. My father graduated from Auburn in 76', and Tom was a proud Alabama fan. My mother hated him, saying that he was just liked my father. At first I pretended I did not know what he meant, but deep down, I knew it.

I knew it alright.

According to my father, a good family was a family that never cried. At a very early age, we were not able to cry, and with Sarah being the oldest, she understood that. She had been through the same at the age of 4 or 5, we were not allowed to cry when we went out in public. If we cried or misbehaved, a much worse punishment would await us within the 'safety' of our own home. Our mother feared him, and he loved it. The sick old man enjoyed seeing the fear shining in her eyes when he stood before her with raised hands. When she cried, we cried, and he would hit her harder. When my mother's screams ceased, it was Sarah's turn. She was oldest at that time, being 6 and I was 2. I hated seeing him taking of his black leather belt, and starting beating her till her back was almost flowing with blood. My mother always tried to shield us when he got too rough, but when she did so, he was never hesitant to let her blood flow.

It had taken my mother 10 years to escape him. In the darkness of the night, she had grabbed a sleeping I and taken Sarah's hand. She had stolen all of his savings, which he old-fashion-minded kept in a 'secret' place in his room, and his car. We continued to drive for hours, and we rarely stopped. When we did, the break was no longer than 5 minutes, as she feared someone could come after us. We drove for weeks, living off the scarce money he had been saving up, the cheap bastard. But we were free, and she was no longer in his grip. She had managed to get away.

It had taken me 6 years to get away. 6 years of constant physical and mental abuse. But now, as my mother, I was free.

I was unsure of what to do next. As my mother, I was filled with fear. The blood from the beating earlier that day had dried on my scarred back, and I managed to hide my bruises well with the rare amount of makeup he had bought for me. He didn't want any other man to look at me, and no one did. Like my mother, with the moon guiding my way, I left.

As the car ate up miles, and I got closer to where I wanted to be, the same thought struck me again.

I was finally free.

A/N: Gosh, what a sad sad SAD chapter I just wrote! Wow, I'm so sorry, but it's kind of necessary. I have never read anything about Sarah's history, but I figured I'd give it a go.

So, we have Nicole, Sarah's sister, who is on the run from her abusive husband. I'm sorry if this seems totally wrong, but I figured that not all families have a good history. But anyway!

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