Summary- A young Rogue escapes from an abusive home and then meets a
mutant who grants her a wish that will completely change her life.
Eventual Romy.
Disclaimer- I do not own X Men Evolution, but it's not like I haven't tried.
Curse of Touch
Prologue
I HATE HIM!
I'm not even sure if hate is even a strong enough word. He had absolutely no right to do what he did to me. No right to make my life a living hell and to tell me every single day that I am worthless, that I would never amount to anything. That I was white trash-- just like my mama. But she wasn't trash, she was smart and strong because she escaped from him and from hell itself.
I loved her more than anyone else. I remember the nights when father would work late, she would come into my room with a book of fairy tales. Whenever she read me stories, I became engrossed in that world because somehow she became the characters, somehow she always sounded and even looked like the characters. I would always fall asleep in her arms listening to her read story of princesses, knights in shining armor, and happy endings. The next morning she would always have new bruises on her face and arms. I was too young then to realize that she was beaten because she read to me, because she loved me. But despite the bruises, she never stopped reading to me, that is until the night she left. Before she left that night, she came to my room and read me one last story. At the time I didn't understand why she was crying that night when she tucked me in and kissed me good night. She laid the book of fairy tales on my dresser before she left, and right before she closed the door, she said, "Good night, darling. I love you."
But why didn't she take me, me her only daughter with her? If she loved me, she would have taken me with her. One day I want to find her and ask her. Surely she knew that now he would rape and beat me, because now I was his only victim. Maybe part of her hoped he wouldn't hurt me, because he had never touched me before.
There are some days and nights after his "visits" that I almost hate her. But I can't. She saw her chance to escape and she did. She didn't-- couldn't-- think about anything else but freedom. And soon, very soon, I will find my escape and will never look back. I will escape and no one will ever hurt me again especially him.
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It was with these final thoughts that she drifts off to sleep and enjoys a rare night of pleasant dreams. Tonight she dreams of freedom and happiness-- gifts that everyone should have but few do, unless they are willing to fight and risk their very lives for them.
Okay, I know that was extremely short, but the next chapter is going to be longer. Please review, tell me if its awful, good, whats wrong, what you liked if anything.
Disclaimer- I do not own X Men Evolution, but it's not like I haven't tried.
Curse of Touch
Prologue
I HATE HIM!
I'm not even sure if hate is even a strong enough word. He had absolutely no right to do what he did to me. No right to make my life a living hell and to tell me every single day that I am worthless, that I would never amount to anything. That I was white trash-- just like my mama. But she wasn't trash, she was smart and strong because she escaped from him and from hell itself.
I loved her more than anyone else. I remember the nights when father would work late, she would come into my room with a book of fairy tales. Whenever she read me stories, I became engrossed in that world because somehow she became the characters, somehow she always sounded and even looked like the characters. I would always fall asleep in her arms listening to her read story of princesses, knights in shining armor, and happy endings. The next morning she would always have new bruises on her face and arms. I was too young then to realize that she was beaten because she read to me, because she loved me. But despite the bruises, she never stopped reading to me, that is until the night she left. Before she left that night, she came to my room and read me one last story. At the time I didn't understand why she was crying that night when she tucked me in and kissed me good night. She laid the book of fairy tales on my dresser before she left, and right before she closed the door, she said, "Good night, darling. I love you."
But why didn't she take me, me her only daughter with her? If she loved me, she would have taken me with her. One day I want to find her and ask her. Surely she knew that now he would rape and beat me, because now I was his only victim. Maybe part of her hoped he wouldn't hurt me, because he had never touched me before.
There are some days and nights after his "visits" that I almost hate her. But I can't. She saw her chance to escape and she did. She didn't-- couldn't-- think about anything else but freedom. And soon, very soon, I will find my escape and will never look back. I will escape and no one will ever hurt me again especially him.
* * * * * * * * *
It was with these final thoughts that she drifts off to sleep and enjoys a rare night of pleasant dreams. Tonight she dreams of freedom and happiness-- gifts that everyone should have but few do, unless they are willing to fight and risk their very lives for them.
Okay, I know that was extremely short, but the next chapter is going to be longer. Please review, tell me if its awful, good, whats wrong, what you liked if anything.