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Chapter 2

Stepping off of the plane into the for once pleasant weather of Fort Worth, Tx was ultimately dissatisfying as the first thing I saw was my step fathers smug face. I let it go as I was exhausted from the flight as well as the 4 hour practice I had done just prior to getting on the plane. Seeing my little sister in a little Christmas dress holding my mothers hand was the best thing I could have asked for, and watching her face light up at the sight of me and come running towards me yelling, "Faye, Faye! You're here!" made me grin and stoop to twirl her in our customary hug.

I couldn't believe she was already seven years old! She was getting so tall! I laughed in relief at getting to see her again and hugged her to me tight, "How are you Zoe? You still kicking butt in Karate?" Ha! My stepfathers face soured instantly obviously not liking how I had encouraged her to enroll in the intensive martial arts training course when she was five. So that she would be able to protect herself if he ever tried anything with her.

"It's AWESOME! I'm working on my solid blue belt now! I'm the best in spars for my school too! even the older kids have trouble with me! My instructor says I can join some tournaments to get more experience as well if I wanted to!" Zoe kept on speaking a mile a minute and I just listened with a smile barely glancing at my mother and completely ignoring my step father. When we arrived at the house I noticed that, yes, my grandparents were indeed there, and I would be expected to be on my best family behavior. So with an inward wince I walked into the house trailing my mother and Zoe.

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Somehow I got talked into going back to my old ballet school to say hello to everyone and perform a dance. My mother and sister were coming with me to watch as they hadn't seen me dance in a while, and Cole (my step father) had to go to work for a few minutes or whatever. Parking had always been hard to find near the school so I got dropped off at the front door while my mother and Zoe went to park the car the next block over.

When Zoe dashed out into the road with a car racing down the road, my heart stopped, before going into overdrive as I raced to push her out of harms way, problem with that? Now I was in the road with the speeding car already right on top of me, and before I could move an inch I was thrown as the guy slammed his breaks on at the last minute. I had heard an awful crunching sound and felt a horrible pressure in my chest that when I landed I didn't even have the breath to scream, but that's ok, Zoe was screaming for me. When I felt her tiny hands on my arm shaking me I tried to smile at her to let her know it would be alright, when I couldn't hold in a cough and now I felt like I was drowning with no way to swim, and with tears leaking from my eyes I barely whispered out, "Never trust Cole, never trust him Zoe. I love you forever and always." My standard good bye to her.

"Never! I won't ever trust him Faye, please be ok! I love you! Don't leave me!" Her voice got fainter and fainter with every word, till everything faded away and I felt like I was floating.

For what felt like years I was in and out of awareness, I knew I had died but I didn't know what was happening now. I just knew I felt warm and safe and I never wanted to leave. I had never felt this warmth and I wanted it to never end. So when my safe haven was disrupted and it felt like there were walls constricting around me I panicked, but I couldn't move! I was being forced in a direction with no control over where I was going so I figured, relax, maybe that will help...it did absolutely nothing. So when gigantic hands grabbed me and I could breathe again (finally) I screamed at the injustice of it all. I had never felt that safe and they were going to take it all away from me! It was the cruelest thing I had ever had done to me, nothing, not Cole raping me for the first time when I was six, not when I found out I would never have children because of his depravity, nothing could compare to taking the only thing that had ever comforted me away.

But when I heard my scream, it came out as a high pitched cry. When I heard the cry I stopped screaming thinking there was a baby near by that was hurt, as it was the most anguished cry I had ever heard from a baby. but they stopped. So I tried to look for them and found that the giant hands were connected to giant people blobs, and I started screaming again, but this time when I heard the baby's cry I connected the dots and continued crying because I wasn't going to get to stay dead, I was going to have to live another life full of who knew what kind of hardships. Then a searing pain went through my forehead in two places as two fingers touched down and incoherent words were said, sending me back to screaming, this time in pain.

Eventually I stopped as I knew it would do me no good to continue as it had never done so before. As I stopped I could hear voices speaking in Japanese, now being in the Russian ballet I knew a lot of different languages in order to speak with my fellow ballerinas and Japanese had been my best friends main language so I was pretty darn fluent in both the written and spoken language. When I heard the (supposedly) nice nurse say, "Poor child, never to know her mother or father, though the way the mother barbarically put that seal on the girl, maybe she's better off."

Seal? What? Why would somebody put an old wax seal on a baby!? At this point I just decided to ignore it and sleep as I was so tired I didn't care what happened to me.