Chapter one

For a devoting, protective loving mother that has recently became single after ten years of marriage. Believing it was perfect and blissful only to discover it was all a lie.

Five years after the second child was born, which became her breaking point when had endured psychological, emotional, spiritual, financial and the worst of all; sexual abuse from the man she called husband.

Trying to figure where all went wrong, where she had gone wrong. Trying to understand what exactly she had done to anger her husband then after 3 years of searching through all she recalled while with this horrible man and had hit her like a ton of bricks; no a mountain of stone had fallen upon her. That was her awakening to the truth.

Taking out her journal, writing everything from the very first day she met this man until the first day of freedom when relieved of her request for a grant to be permitted to divorce the toxic relationship that had stolen almost all she was. She never wished or imagined this kind of life for herself especially it wasn't the homelife she wanted for her own children to be raised in and not only to be psychologically taught that this kind of brainwashing behaviour is acceptable to hurt others and continue the cycle of abuse that they have learned themselves.

This poor woman that has endured so much abuse, that no one should ever experience or endure had finally escaped her abuser. Now her next challenge is yet to come and how will she cope? Is she strong enough to face them? Or will she be treated by other men just like how her former husband had? Already fragile, and yet still fighting to regain what she had lost although it will not be the same as she once was. Her faith, her trust, her hopes and her dreams had diminished and no therapy could change that. But maybe, her story will be read, possibly her message will be heard.

Will it bring a light to the darkness for other victims? Then it may create awareness of what happens behind closed doors and within from negative individuals. The more she wrote, she felt a strange lining slowly lifting like an onion peel falling but that was just the beginning.

How long can healing take until it completes all of what is caused as the damage is already done and the scars are great, even deep. But shouldn't mean they can keep her bind and chained forever. As she says out aloud.

How can I find and be loved, if forever abused?

Hot fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. This beautiful and devoting faithful soul is known as Marie but recently changed her name. She always liked the name, Athena as she enjoyed reading about the greek gods and goddesses of mount Olympus.

Legally permitted to change her name to Athena Stokes, as she desired to begin anew and fresh start. Her two children, traumatised by the violence and couldn't understand which they begun to act out until they escaped with their mother and became closer to her. They too, changed their names from Ame, and Yuriko for their own protection.

Athena's fear was forever daunting upon her, forever looking over her shoulder. Athena was always in fear that her former husband will find her and the children once again as he always managed to do so in the past.

"God, please help us." She prayed, tearfully and pleading as her children walked in her room and realised how hurt she was and how she was suffering whilst carrying all fears, worries not about herself but her children. Both Marion and Peter, looked to each other then without hesitation, they stepped towards their mother and hugged her as she tried not to cry and tightly embraced them in return, tearfully. Athena felt numb but somehow, the embrace she shared with her children gave her comfort. No words were spoken, just a dreading silence that a broken echoing cry filled their tears and stained their cheeks.

Suddenly, marion pulled away and looked up to her mother and said, whispery.

"Please don't cry, mummy." More tears streamed down athena's face as she gently caressed her daughter's cheek then once again, embraced her. Peter said nothing and tightened his embrace as he buried his face in his mother's chest, as he desired the comfort of his loving mother.

Meanwhile, elsewhere…

Riding down the alley way of the dark street, then entered the garage where able to park the loud rumbling motorcycle before killing the engine and kicked out the bike stand then finally hoisted up and from the seat of the bike. Stretching slightly and groaned alittle, as he exhaled a sigh. Then smiled, watching the over excited white mouse named Vinnie bolted past both himself and Modo.

"Gain way, it is date night with my special lady." Vinnie hollered, happily. Throttle chuckled as Modo finally stepped up behind the tan mouse and commented. "When isn't it, date night for vinnie?"

"Maybe since they are afterall, hadn't seen each other for a few days." Throttle answered, slowlying followed in after vinnie as he was followed after Modo.

"That maybe true, but then it is possible that Charley may gotten his favourite. Yurk." Modo smiled then grimaced from the thought of Vinnie's strange appetite. Throttle chuckled again, and assured the gentle grey mouse that, charley always ensures that there was second pizza with normal topping for them.

"It is not like that Charley would expect us eat what Vinnie eats."

"That is true." Modo agreed. "Come on big guy, rootbeer?" throttle offered and modo smiled, nodding accepting.

I have working on this piece for some time now and wasn't sure if I should write it with the turtles or biker mice. Since I've written a lot of TMNT lately and a FanXOC series, maybe I thought to create a fiction with biker mice for a change and see where this leads. If it don't work out, then I will change it to TMNT. Hope it will be success. Anyway, tootles for now and see you all in the next chapter.