Warning there is a bit of abuse in this chapter, but nothing super bad. If your sensitive to it, please skip chapter. Enjoy! :)


Slowly the crowd died down and moved outside. I peaked over the counter and saw only a couple still going at it. It was enough for me to handle. I stood up and marched over to them.
"Get out!" I screamed. "Get the hell out!" I shoved them one by one out the door and slammed it shut bolting the door. A wave of emotions filled me, when I turned to see the destroyed tavern. I slid down the door, and sat there. Tears slowly streamed down my eyes. But fear rose in me when I heard footsteps creaking down the stairs, from my father's room. Every step my I hear, my heart goes a beat faster. I know what's coming next. He finally reaches the bottom of the stairs; his face was blank upon seeing the mess. His eyes roamed the room then locked on me, as I slowly stood up, using the door knob to support myself. I couldn't breathe; I was so scared, just waiting for him to speak. I flinched when I finally heard his voice.
"Emily Anne… what did you do?" he asked and began slowly walking towards me, past broken tables, and chairs, and shattered glass. He was so calm, which scared me even more.
"I-I swear father, it wasn't my fault." I said shaking, "There was a lad, h-he was pick pocketing, he got caught, and the men started a brawl. I tried to stop it, I swear!" I was crying. He was now a foot away from me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Without even knowing it, I was quietly begging, muttering, "Please, please."
"Well… if you were truly a daughter of mine," his voice rose as if God himself was yelling at me, it hurt my ears, "You could have stopped it!" he raised his hand and struck me across the cheek. Stunned I collapsed to the floor. I sobbed as he continued, "Now look at the mess I have to deal with! You worthless little bitch!" the last thing I see is his boot coming down towards me, a striking pain on my head, then darkness.

I woke up against the door with an unbearable head-ache. My father was nowhere in sight; I'm guessing the bastard drunk himself to sleep, again. I used the door, to help myself up. I glanced at the clock on the far wall. It was only about one in the morning. I lay against the door for a moment, my body tired, physically, and mentally. I'm done. I am sick and tired of that son of a bitch. If I'm so worthless, than I'm sure he can deal with this God-awful tavern by himself. I staggered my way up the stairs, trying to get to my room as quietly as possible. Once in there, I went to the closet, and grabbed my packing bag. I stuffed every belonging I had: clothes, shoes, hair brush, everything. I didn't have much to begin with. With my cloak and bag in hand, I ran. I was gone, and it never felt so amazing. I was free from him, free from the tavern, free from that life! But I still and to find a way out of here, I wanted to leave London, not go to a different part of it. Once my father sees I'm gone, he'll come looking for me. Stubborn bastard he is. The streets are dark, and kind of quiet, I pass a person here and there, but no one I know. I round a corner, and am startled to run into someone's hard chest. I would have fallen to the ground if they hadn't caught my arms. I look up to see possibly the most handsome thing I've ever seen. His hair was dark, and he had a short scruff. But his eyes caught me in amazement; an unreal blue. He was with a group of men, and they all had their eyes on me. I looked at the man; he had a devilish smirk on his face.
"I beg your pardon, sir." I slowly backed up, and began to go around him and his group, but his words stopped me.
"Look what we have here lads." He said glancing back at the group. They all said stuff like 'Can we keep her Cap'n?' or 'She's a beauty she is.' He turned to me and said,
"My dear, I've seen lovely things, but you're about the loveliest I've ever seen." And gently took my hand, and kissed it. My breath got caught in my chest, barley being able to breathe.
"And I think you're very clever at saying pretty words at the right time." I said smiling. His men laughed, and he grinned, shifting his jaw as if he was thinking.
"Maybe," he began, "but you can always join me for a drink and find out." I almost considered this, but I couldn't possibly, especially now.
"Thank you for the offer, but I'm afraid, I am in quite the hurry, at the moment." I take back my hand and make my way around the group. The man's eyes never leaving me. "But thank you, and again I'm sorry." I say with a smile, before starting up to a run, feeling eyes dig into me, as I left. I really have to get to the docks.