(Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101.)
Flashback
"Daddy! Please! No!" The four year old pleaded in fear as she backed up and slid
down the wall, cowering in the corner, shielding her face, as if it were
a matter of 'If I can't see you, you can't see me'. "Mommy!" She cried uselessly. Neither her mother nor brother were (A/N: is ir 'were' or 'was'?) home.
"Shut up!" He yelled, words slurred together, as he slapped her across the face.
End Flashback
She remembered that part clear as if it had happened just five minutes ago. Other than that, the only thing she remembered was writhing in pain as he beat her, and the sounds of police sirens and angry voices.
She stared down at the Moterola Razr vibrating in her hand, with 'his' name flashing across the screen. Whenever she saw that name on her phone, it always brought back memories. Bad memories. Angry memories. Memories of actions that could never be forgotten or forgiven. She threw her phone against the wall in anger, remembering the countless times she had ruined a new phone because of him. Staring up at the ceiling, she closed her eyes as she let the tears come. That man didn't even deserve the title 'Daddy'. Every night, coming home drunk. Heck, he didn't deserve the title 'father'. She couldn't handle this on her own. She wished that there was someone who cared for her, someone who would be there for her. Someone who could protect her. But in her mind, there was no such person.
'It'll be ok,' She tried to reassure herself over and over again. 'He's gone. Behind bars. He can't bother you, mom, or Dustin anymore.'
(A/N:
I know this is really, really, SUPER short...it's just the
beginning..the intro type
thing..what's it called...is it a prologue or something? Oh
well...Anyways, thanks to
Hopeless Romantic 86 for her help with this chapter. I do NOT know
where I'm going with this story, it was just kind of an idea that
popped into my head...so suggestions are greatly appreciated!
Review and tell me what you think. I have shiny gold stars for you ;)!)