OK First I want to say that this isnt to offend anyone. I just want to show people what child abuse could be like. But Im not going into huge major abuse ok? Also I love Alice so dont think I hate her because of this story. I dont want anyone to flame me just because of my random ideas. Also I do not own Bakugan in any way, shape or form.


Hello, my name is Alice Gehabich. I'm thirteen years old. I have long orange hair, chocolate brown eyes, and I'm really thin. I live with my dad, my mother died in a car crash about three months ago. Eight years ago my father turned abusive. Why I'm not sure. All I know is that when I came home one day from kindergarten, he was really, really mad. When I walked in he started shouting at me, that I was pathetic, useless, and nothing but a waste of time. I stood there shocked for a minute, before starting to cry. This only seemed to make him angrier. He walked over to me, grabbed my arm, then threw me against the wall. I fell back in pain.

He laughed at my pathetic form. My mom came into the room just as he grabbed me again. She interfered and told him to leave me alone. I looked at her thankfully, thinking that daddy wouldn't hurt her. I didn't expect him to hit her in the stomach, repeatedly saying "you want to take her pain fine, you'll get it then," to her. She quickly told me to go to my room. I complied sadly, knowing I would get into trouble if I didn't go. I cried as heard him hit her. I prayed him to stop, to leave her alone, but it seemed like my prayers were ignored, since he continued. I didn't hear my mom cry, scream, or even protest. I didn't understand why she never did, now however I do. She took all my beatings to protect me from getting hurt. If I ever was supposed to have a beating, she took it without ever a hint of regret. It pained me to see and hear her get beaten. I've taken her place as daddy's punching bag. I'm officially his target of abuse. For three months, I've been taking the pain my mother took from me. In a way I felt like I was repaying her. For all the pain she took from me.

I didn't cry, I wouldn't scream, I would never protest. I promised myself from my first beating since my mother's death. I would deal with whatever life threw at me and not be afraid. I would not give 'dad' the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I would be strong for mom, and never ever give in. My biggest fear someone would find out, I was being abused. No one could find out. It would bring more harm to me than they could possibly know. Though my father wasn't physically with me. I am sure that he is still in that monsters body. I loved my dad no matter how much pain he put me through. If someone took me away, then I would never get the chance to find my dad. My dad, the one that loved mom and I with all his heart. Not the stone cold, abusive person that I lived with now. I just needed to look deeper and I needed more time. So here I was waiting for school to begin and to start pretending everything was fine. Even if nothing was. I would have to keep a mask over any and all pain I received. I know my friends may get suspicious about me changing a little, or teachers wondering if I was pained. That would only happen however, if I show any weakness. I would have rather been punished a thousand times than show, anyone, that I was weak. Yet, on the inside I know I'm still the scared little girl I was when my mother died, and when dad started the beatings.

"Alice!" I heard my father shout. "Get down here now."

I sighed to myself and left the room, waiting and anticipating what was to come. Him probably beating me, or me getting free and daddy turning into a good daddy, not a bad dad. I continued walking down towards my father's voice, scared. Though I would never let him know that. I reached him in his study. It was the same as always. An old plain desk in the middle of the room. A TV in the corner of the room, and a fire place in the middle of the wall. My father was sitting in his chair, at his desk. He turned to face me. His face emotionless, bored, and in his eyes I saw disgust. He got up and walked over to me. I stood up straight and tall, making it so it looked like I still had some pride, and self-respect. He stood in front of me, giving me an uneasy feeling. It scared me, him watching me like a hawk. It was as if he was looking for a weak point in my emotionless face. After a moment of finding nothing, he finally walked back over to his chair and sat down again. I waited patiently for him to speak, knowing he would do so.

"We are moving." He said. I stood there flabbergasted at what just happened. We were moving. Why? "I do not need to explain why Alice, just go pack your things." Was all he said.

I left the room knowing a beating would come if I didn't do so. I walked out and went to my room. As soon as I got inside I started packing. It didn't take long, seeing as I didn't have many belongings left. My toys destroyed, photos burned, jewelry sold. I was given a life times supply of cover up for my bruises. My mother gave me a lot when I was young, but I never had to use it. Until now.

Soon I was done packing. So instead of going downstairs, where I would probably get beaten. I stayed in my room and read a couple of my mom's old books. And I would stay there till I was called upon. I only have one thing to say to whoever is out there listening to my thoughts.

Welcome to my life


Okay, I hope you liked it. Don't forget to review. Dont forget that I love Alice she's my fav character...along with Shun.

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