Sweat was beating down Wendy's brow, her eyes stung with tears of desperation. All she had to do was plunge her fist into that bucket of rocks, but the thought of it alone was torturous. Wendy tried desperately to muster up the strength, but she could not find any of it.
"What the hell are you waiting for! Punch those damn rocks already!"
A tear dropped down Wendy's face and fell onto her torn up knuckles. She winced from the pain which sent her father into a furious rage.
"YOU DARE DISRESPECT OUR FAMILY NAME BY GETTING HURT FROM YOUR OWN DAMN TEARS!"
"No father," Wendy cried. She plunged her fist right into that bucket filled with rocks. She screamed out in pain as tears streamed down her soft face. She could feel her own bones getting crushed under the pressure.
Wendy looked up at her father, but was met with a slap to the face. She was on the ground at the mercy of her father's constant stomps and abusive kicks to the stomach. Each impact sent shivers through her body.
"You call that a punch don't make me laugh! Your older brother would have broken those rocks and even the bucket!"
"Stop please I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry dad!" Wendy cried.
Wendy's father picked her up by the hair. Wendy was scared to be looking right into her father's piercing silver eyes. Although he looked very similar to Wendy, her father was much more intimidating. His black hair was much darker than Wendy's and his face had a much more defined jaw line. He wore a suit most of the time, but when training Wendy, he wore a standard sparring uniform.
"You called me dad, I told you to call me by father or Steven. Go to your room and run your hands under some cold water I need you to heal those wounds fast so that we can train some more," Wendy's father said.
Wendy began to walk to her room only to be met by her older brother Sidney.
"Hey sis, look things are going to get better. I'm working on it," Sidney said.
Wendy wiped away her tears. "Things are going to get better huh?! You've been saying that since I was six years old! Why did you have to be the one born with silver eyes?! It's not fair! It's not fair that father treated you with more respect the moment you were born than my entire life! So get out the hell of my face! I'm going to Winston's house!" Wendy yelled.
Wendy packed up her things and headed out the door without saying a word. Although her father did end up seeing her leave, which did fill his heart with a little bit of gratitude. Sidney saw the smile on his father's face and decided to confront him on it.
"Father, why do you treat Wendy the way you do?" Sidney asked.
"Well son, I have no need of a child who has light blue eyes. You and I were blessed with silver eyes. We are part of a rare breed of Zorua and Zoroark that are genetically stronger than the rest of our kind," Steven said.
"So father who did Wendy get her blue eyes from?" Sidney asked.
"No one, she was destined to be a weakling the minute she started developing in the womb. I married your mother for the soul reason of making strong children like you. Your mother also had silver eyes. You and I come down from a line of pure silver eyed Zoroarks, but she is the first in our name to have light blue eyes the weakest of eyes," Steven said.
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Wendy was walking in the forest thinking to herself. It stung that knowing her father would never accept her only due to her genetic potential. She hated her light blue eyes, the eyes that everyone said that they loved, the eyes everyone said were beautiful. Her eyes only brought fear from looking into her father's eyes. They only brought pain from the tears they produced. She hated her eyes.
Wendy felt the massive scar on her back from way back when she asked her father if she could compete in contests instead of battles. The memory was hard to bring up. It was when her father told her she had no potential in battles do to her eyes, she asked if she could compete in contests instead. Her father didn't take it too well and it resulted in her getting a powerful night slash to the back.
Before Wendy knew it she was at Winston's house, she rung the door bell. She waited a bit to see Winston swing open the door. He took a look at Wendy's hands and instantly rushed her to the washroom.
"Wendy why do you do this to yourself?! You're more than welcome to stay at my place. I can take care of both you and all seven of my sisters," Winston said. He grabbed a cloth and ran it under some warm water, he slowly began to rub Wendy's wounds. Chunks of rough rock found its way on the floor, but what concerned Winston the most is that the wounds were self inflicted meaning that he couldn't report Wendy's father for abuse.
"Brother! When's dinner!" A few of Winston's sisters yelled.
"I'll be down in a minute!" He yelled. He gave a solid look at Wendy. "You know my parents aren't around anymore so I'm used to taking care of people. Look why don't you stay here for the night I'll get the couch ready,".
"Will I get dinner?" Wendy asked.
"Of course you will. I'll leave the shampoo and towel here. You take a shower and I'll have diner ready by then," Winston said.
Winston left the washroom to let Wendy do her own thing. He headed down into the kitchen, but he needed to decide what to make for dinner. It didn't take long to decide on what to make, as he quickly thought of what was Wendy's favourite food.
He opened up the rice cooker and threw in the grains. He filled the pot up with some cold water and put the pot right into the rice cooker. He took some ground beef and started to form it into multiple patties. He needed to make a lot like usual due to the fact his sisters plowed through the food.
He felt someone bump right into his leg. He kneeled down to pat his little sister on the head. "Morgan the living room is that way trying using your echolocation, and stop using your nose to lead you into the kitchen," Winston said.
"Ok!" Morgan yelled.
All of Winston's sisters looked very similar with blue hair covering their faces except for their mouth and noses'. They all had light blue hair, and they all had small wings sprouting out their backs.
Wendy walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was wearing some spare clothes she brought with her. Her hands were wrapped up in tight bandages. She walked into the kitchen to see a table filled with an array of her favourite foods. There was a large berry salad with burgers over pickled plum rice.
"Oh Winston, you didn't have to make something so special," Wendy cried.
"You're my best friend and my partner in battle. Wendy, you deserve the best I can offer," Winston smiled.
Wendy pulled up a chair and happily sat down. She, along side Winston's sisters plowed right through all of the food. A few minutes had passed by and all seven of Winston's sisters had fallen asleep in their room. Wendy was sitting on the couch waiting for Winston to come and join her.
Winston walked over and handed a cup of tea to Wendy. "Here you go it's an energy root herbal tea, it'll heal your wounds right up. I tried my best to get rid of that bitter taste with ginger and honey so please drink up," Winston said.
"Thanks," Wendy said. She quickly drank all of the tea in the cup she was handed. She put down the tea cup. She laid her body on the couch as she could feel the warmth from the tea spreading through her entire body.
Once Wendy fell asleep Winston got up and put a blanket over her. He kneeled down beside her ear, he whispered something and left. He looked back at Wendy and could feel a blush run across his face. He quickly headed up to his room to get ready for bed and more importantly the battle his team had to do tomorrow.
Author Notes: So you might it might be obvious by this point that this chapter 2 is much more different than the original chapter 2. Well it's because this fic has gone through a massive outline change with my guidance to make a more coherent story.
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