This is the sequel to Her Own Little Piece Of Lovely; finally. So at the end of Her… Lovely Tanith and Ghastly got married; in case you've forgotten. So I forgot a disclaimer in the last story so I don't own very many of the characters; the amazing and vary talented Derek Landy owns them :D

CHAPTER 1:

"Olgie, Honey. Come and see daddy's friends baby." She walked slowly into the living room; it smelled of beer, cigarettes and other things a one year old wouldn't know about. Even though she was pretty advance for her age; she walked quite steadily and her speech was great. Olga appeared at the door and looked in. "It's okay honey. She's quite shy. Come here baby." She walked over to the podgy man in the armchair. He lifted her up and sat her on his knee. "These people are your mummy's friends. There's Charmaine Derailleur, Tommy Poppins, André Labile and Deriangel Montgomery. They came to meet you." She looked at the people in the room; three ladies and a man. She waved at them and smiled.

Olga played on the living room floor and acted happy until they left. She waved again. "Bibey." She climbed the stairs; it was difficult because she was smaller than the average one year old and she was almost two. She got to the top of the stairs were there was a lot of clutter and mess. She wriggled her way through the stuff and into the spare room where she hid under the bed and waited.

The front door slammed shut and her father's voice could be heard. "Olgie! Olgie!" He was playing with her. He made his footsteps deliberately loud and slow coming up the stairs, he fought his way through the clutter by throwing things against the wall with loud bangs. She held her breath as he came into the room; he spotted her hand and lunged.

He shoved the bed and it cracked against her head and she cried out in pain. He dragged her out from her hiding spot and down the stairs painfully. "Hiding from daddy are we?" He slapped her again and again. His hand connecting with her face stung but she didn't cry; he made it worse if she cried.

A face appeared at the door, Charmaine Derailleur looked in the window on the front door. She heard him yelling at first but when she looked closer she noticed he was beating Olga up. Her eyes were closed; there was blood running down her face and soaking her clothes. Charmaine took out her phone and dialled the number for the English grand mage; Éclair Cadbury answered on the second ring. "Charmaine; what's the matter?"

"He's beating up his daughter."

"Who? Mr J?"

"Yes, she's badly injured. She will need medical help immediately."

"You have my permission to charge in and take her. Then teleport her to the Irish sanctuary because they have the best medical base and doctors."

"Okay; I will."

"Good luck." She hung up and stepped back from the door. She took another step for good measure then she kicked the door down. He looked up. She kicked him in the balls. He doubled over in pain. He dropped Olga. She grabbed the child and made to get away. He grabbed her and racked his sharp fingernails over her soft flesh. Charmaine cursed and turned. She grabbed the lamppost and whacked him over the head with it. He fell to the floor; unconscious.

Charmaine teleported Olga to the Irish sanctuary. She charged through the corridors with Olga bleeding half to death in her arms. Her neck stung where he had scratched her but she fought on. She pushed sorcerers and mages out her way. She barged into the medical bay; Nye was dissecting a dead body and looked up. It's long limbs prowled over the operating table. Charmaine shoved the dead body off the table and laid Olga on it. She took a gun out of her pocket and held it to Nye's head. "Fix her, you bastardly spawn of Satan."

Yeah I know it's short! But who is Mr J? Where is Olga's mum? Why is he beating up this baby? Please think about these things for me before you read the next chapter. And thoughts so far? PLEASE REVIEW!

Skylair xoxo