FASH: Hello, here's my newest fic, I hope you like it! This will be a Lee/ OC fic. (Lee from the third season is hot!)

WARNINGS: Attempted non-con, and a whole bucket load of angst, later chapters may have lemon content, and there might be a bit of Mariah bashing.

Disclaimer: I only own my OC Keely!

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A girl cried out in the night, her voice carried far by the wind, but no one heard, and if they did, they didn't care, but the girl was used to this, not many cared for her, not even her parents, the only one who did was one, her grandmother's spirit ever watching over her.

It was raining, the girl looked up to the sky, the rain drops mixing with her own salty tears. She wasn't very normal looking, she had long, light grey hair with four black stripes in it that reached her waist, and red bangs reached her shoulders, bordering her face, red eyes looked up at the cold, unforgiving storm clouds. She hated herself for crying, it made her weak, and it gave her parents and sisters the satisfaction of knowing that their words hurt. Usually people think the youngest child is the most loved one, but that assumption was false, she had been hated for what seemed like all her life, she had o friends, and the only person she ever considered as family, her grandmother, had dies three years ago when the girl was thirteen, and now she was all alone.

'Why, what did I do to deserve their hate?' She thought as she trudged along the mountain side. 'And why must I cry?' The girl, Keely Shifter was her name, wiped angrily at her tears, usually she was fine, she could take their hurtful words and not flinch, but not tonight, she had no sarcastic comeback, her mental walls seemed to crumble, and she let the tears run free.

Flashback

Keely was in her room, blasting Linkin Park, you could hear it clearly through the door, even though she had ear phones on, she silently whispered along with the lyrics. "Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal, fear is how I fall, confusing what is real....." She did not hear her older sisters come in, nor did she notice their presents, till they pulled at her hair, not a friendly tug, they yanked at it. "AH!" Keely screamed and recoiled, glaring at the two girls she refused to call siblings.

"Aw. It looks like Keely doesn't want to play." Stephanie, the oldest at age twenty said with a sneer. "To bad, you know how much fun it is." Catrina, age nineteen said, her eyes narrowing and flashing.

"Well, your version of fun is different then mine, I'd prefer not to become a whore." Keely said, the two older girls growled and prepared to attack, but Keely beat them to it, she quickly blocked their punches and kicks, and shop a few of their own, but in her case, they hit their target dead on.

"What is going on in here!?!" Keely's father stormed angrily into the room and Keely regarded him with cold eyes, her mother came in soon after, it was funny how the people who were supposed to love her the most banded together against her.

"Papa! We were just coming to get Keely for supper, when she attacked us for no reason!" Catrina whined as she showed her bruising face, Selenity Shifter cooed over her baby, sending glares over to Keely which were returned with even more venom.

"Everyone, out of the room." Mario Shifter growled as three women left the room, two of them smirking and sticking their tongues out at Keely, who couldn't have cared less, the door closed with a long squeak and then silence consumed the room, only the sound of heavy, angry breathing was left in the room.

"YOU BITCH!" Mario exploded, grabbing Keely's slender neck and pushing her against the wall, Keely winced, but that was the only show of pain that she gave. Mario was angered even more b her lack of submission and slapped her twice, hard across the same cheek, Keely cried out, but that just made the man smirk, he let her drop to the floor, smirking that he got his youngest child to scream, he wanted her to scream more, he wanted her to be in pain, he hated her. "I refuse to recognize you as my own kin." He practically spat the sentence out, but Keely didn't look at him, her red eyes, like glowing rubies, looked at her clenching fist, her knuckles were turning white and angry red crescents formed where her nail dug into her tanned flesh. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" He said angrily as he took her face in his hands and made her eyes met his. "You are a disgrace to this family." He said. "No one loves you, no one ever did, and no one ever will, your grandmother died happy because she finally got away from you." Keely's eyes filled with tears, but she dared not let them flow, Mario waned to see more of the tears, he wanted to cause them, he smirked and started laughing evil to himself as he picked up his short daughter, his hand going underneath her skirt, going upward. Keely's eyes widened and she began thrashing, she couldn't get free, the tears started running. "LET GO OF ME!" She demanded. "No." He said grinning, she may not have been good daughter, but she was a pretty thing to look at, he could almost feel her, hear her screams, see her tears, and he licked his lips hungrily. Keely knew there was only on chance she had left, she swiftly kicked him in the groin, the pain worsened by her dominatrix style boot that made he four inches taller, he knelt down in pair and Keely wiggled free, grabbing her backpack and jumping out of the open window, running was easy for her despite hr boots and she quickly escaped from the place she had called home for the sixteen most depressing years of her life.

End Flashback

'I can't believe my own father tried to do that.' She shivered and adjusted her backpack, she always had a backpack, just incase things ever got so bad she had to run away, it wasn't much, bank card, Linkin Park CDs, a CD player, that was basically it. But her most treasured item she wore around her neck, a silver necklace with a silver pendant with the emblem of a swirling ribbon on it that had been passed down through generations until her grandmother finally gave it to her, not her mother, not one of her sisters, her. "I miss you grandmother." She cried out into the darkness.

The skies wept for the girl, the black rain fell, and the girl walked along, soaking to the bone, but not caring, she would go on, she would prove to at least herself that she was worth something, she would prove that she could be someone.

FASH: Even I think I'm screed up for writing this, so I don't blame you if you flame me,