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My father yelled something that was indistinct to me and then kicked me in my stomach. I couldn`t hear what he had said because I was dizzy from that hit he gave me right to the forehead a second ago. I was down on all four and mumbling things that. I didn`t understand that were coming out of my mouth. He kicked me again and I fell over on my side. He then kneeled down and started punching me again. I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious on the floor. When he was bored, I heard him get up and leave. He slammed the door behind him hard enough that the walls and floor shook.

Escape plan number two had failed. I thought bitterly.

I gather up my strength and I sat up and crawled to my bathroom.

When I was inside my bathroom I tried getting up. But it hurt too much and wave of nausea hit me. I crawled fast to the toilet and lifted the lid and put my face in to the bowl and threw up. I was throwing up so much I couldn`t breathe. I had emptied my stomach by the time I was done. I sat up against the wall and gasped for air. I grabbed the towel railing above me and I stood up. I held the railing tight enough so that I wouldn`t fall over. I then went to my bathtub leaning against the wall for support and I turned on the shower full blast. I didn`t care if it was hot or cold. I threw my leg over the tub and when I was standing in it. I sat down and laid in my tub.

When I was in my bathtub the shower was comforting in a way. I simply lay there weakly and just let it wash away the blood and I felt cozy enough to sleep. I closed my eyes and muttered a lullaby that mother use to sing to me. It always reassured me that I was going to be okay somehow. Even though my life was complete shit and anything was okay but my life.

But my life hadn`t always been like this.

In fact my life had been once joyous and I use to be very happy with life at one point.

I had been born in a small town called, Carolina Heights.

My mother had been a single parent. She had taken all kinds of jobs and we were always on the run from something or someone. Now that I think about it maybe it was father we were running from. If it was I was happy that she kept me away from him long enough for me to be happy then. I never really paid attention to why we ran and just went on with life wherever we went.

I've lived most of my life in the `muggle` world. I did kindergarten and school. I thought I was a muggle and my life didn`t circle around magic then. (Not that it does now anyway) I didn`t even know back then that it existed. Back then it was all just fairytales and fork tales. But other than that I had always had tons of friends and I was happy. I always thought my life would always be like this and nothing would change. That was until I had turned nine. That was when my life had become a living hell.

People had stormed in to our home wearing black cloaks and masks. They took my mother and they had taken me too. They took me to a man that claimed to be my father and after that night I never saw my mother again. My life hasn`t been the same since and I knew it never would be.

Seven years later this was how my life was like now.

I was sixteen years old and I had an abusive father. He had literally locked me away from society in his mansion. But he had hired teachers and whatever to keep me busy. It wasn`t enough to replace my mother or make me forget the life I had before. In fact I was following my mother`s footsteps and planning on running. When I was fifteen years old, I had managed to successfully escape from my father. I had left to the muggle world and did what mother had done before me. I took after her and had run from one place to another. I was only fifteen and I was runaway. Now when your that age and trying to get by. You`d think that I would sink to prostitution. Miraculously I didn`t have too. I had managed to get by, by just stealing and making a few friends in the business.

I had managed to do this till I was sixteen and I thought my father had given up on me.

I stupidly thought that I was free from my father forever. I really thought that I would never come back here again. I was naive enough to actually think this. Can you believe that? I was shocked they even managed to find me.

I had been caught when I was at a bus station. I was going to Chicago and I had my ticket ready and I was about to board my bus. When I had been grabbed and gagged and then like that I was back like a snap of a finger.

Needless to say when I thought my father's beatings were bad enough. You wouldn`t believe the beating I had when I was alone with him that particular night. I had been bed ridden for a month straight. It was enough to not make me do anything for months till today.

I wanted to get away from this man that I had to call a father. This man that I didn`t want to call father or dad. A father that shouldn't be called a father or a man for everything he's done to me.

I`ve always wondered why he hated me so much but I`ve never asked. But that didn't mean that I didn't hate him the same amount that he hated me.

When I was awake I wasn`t in my bathtub anymore. Instead I was on my bed with a blanket wrapped around me and a man dressed head to toe in black was standing above me. I stared at him freaked out.

This wasn't what I was expecting. I had expected to still be in the tub with the shower still on. He made me feel nervous with the way he was studying me. I felt like a bug under a microscope. That needed to be studied. I fidgeted under the blanket with my hands. I was shocked to discover I was no longer in any pain what so ever.

"Don't be frightened by me." The man said with a solemn expression. Even though he said this I was still kind of freaked out by him. I mean who wants to wake up to someone you don't know that's been staring at you? "I want to know. Who had beaten you?" he asked.

"It's pretty obvious who did." I said I didn't bother to hide my anger.

"You're father?" He asked.

"Well, yeah." I said. He didn't say anything anymore and he turned and walked to my door. When he was in front of my door he turned and looked at me.

"Tomorrow morning. I'll be back for you. Have your bags ready by then." He said and then he was gone.

If he took me anywhere but here I was so going with him.

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First chapter complete and I`m already writing the second chapter to this..