A/N: um, yeah, I know that I haven't updated in forever. Sorry to those who actually read this story! Next chapter will be much longer. I hope.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked, no matter how much I want to.

Elphaba sat with Nessarose. She sat and watched as her sister explored her new legs. Nessarose had thanked her so many times, and offered so many favors. Seeing that she had made her sister happy, Elphaba just told her to enjoy while she read her book. Nessarose had been intrigued with them for a long while, and Frex had probably begun to worry. Realizing this, she stood up abruptly, startling Nessarose.

"Elphie, where are you going?" she asked, still not looking away from her legs. Elphaba sighed and kneeled by her sister's chair. She took Nessarose's small hand in her own for a brief clock-tick, then went behind her chair. Nessarose shrugged and relaxed into the chair, letting her sister take her home.

Once they were nearly inside, Nessarose stopped Elphaba. "I would appreciate it if you went to go get Father," she said quietly. "Could you bring him out here? I would love to show him my new legs." Elphaba shuddered, afraid of what Frex was going to do to her inside that house. But, despite this fear, she nodded and went in. Just for Nessa, she reassured herself, For Nessa.

She traveled slowly, walking down the hall to Frex's room. She knocked quietly and stepped in. Elphaba found her father sitting at his desk reading a small book. When he did not notice her presence, she cleared her throat. Expecting to see Nessarose, Frex stood up with a smile on his face. When he saw Elphaba, though, he glared and looked behind her.

"Where is my daughter?" he asked. He went to Elphaba and pushed her roughly against a wall, causing her to hit her head. He stepped into the hall, searching for Nessarose. When he did not see her, he turned to Elphaba furiously. "Where is she?"

Before Elphaba could even open her mouth, she felt a sharp burning on her face. She was accustomed to these slaps, so she just rubbed her cheek a bit. When Frex saw that he was not inflicting much pain on the girl, he grabbed her by the collar and thrust her on his bed. Elphaba had never seen her father so angry. He threw her on her back and roughly punched her stomach.

He stepped onto the bed and began to tear Elphaba's clothes off. She was appalled by this behavior, Frex was never like this. As much as she was accustomed to his beatings, she was scared by this. She did all she could to keep her black dress on, and Frex found this somewhat amusing. He took out a small blade and cut Elphaba's right hand, causing her to pull away. This is when Frex pulled off Elphaba's dress and underclothes, making tears fall.

Screams. Pain. Rough. Harsh. And finally, silence.

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Frex stepped out of the room, searching for Nessarose. Once he found her, he lead her into the house, straight past his room. The entire time Nessarose was excitingly telling him of her legs, Frex purposely neglected the fact that Elphaba had given them to the child. He focused mainly on helping Nessarose packing all of her things for Shiz. They had to leave early.

"Oh, Father, do we really have to pack right now?" Nessarose asked, once she was in her room. It was painted a pale peach color, with some religious artwork hung up. She had a giant-sized bed, full of fluffy pillows and warm blankets. Elphaba had a small cot in the corner. When Nessarose inquired about that, she insisted that it was the most comfortable thing that she had ever slept on.

Right now, Elphaba missed that cot so much. She laid there, naked in her own father's bed. Her right eye was black, and blood was trickling down her face. Her shoulders and arms were full of cuts. Her torso was just as bad, maybe worse. It was covered in a mixture of blood (coming from a gash near her ribcage) and sweat. Just below her waist was where the pain was greatest. After the bleeding stopped, she felt a constant burning feeling. No matter how much she cried and squeezed her legs together, it would not go away. Tired, she passed out.

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Elphaba was awaken by her hair being pulled (by Frex, of course). She muffled her startled scream by biting her lip, but all she did was taste dried blood. She found herself still naked, and rushed to get her clothes on. She was yanked back to her father, then slapped. "Do not move unless I tell you to. Here are your clothes." She had never felt so relieved to put a dress on in her life.

By this time it was late in the night. She must have been unconscious for hours. Nessarose was most likely asleep by this time, which was good; she could not see what was happening. Frex told her to pack her belongings: they were leaving for Shiz early. Elphaba managed a nod, and walked to her room quietly. She gathered her few clothes with shaking hands and put them in a small bag. Frex stepped into the room quietly and told her to hurry up, Nessarose was waiting. He hit her and left, causing Elphaba to shudder.

She scurried downstairs and went to the train station with her sister and father. She got the privilege of sitting outside with the driver in the unbearable cold, while her father and sister got luxurious seats in their wagon. At the train station, Nessarose hugged her father tightly. Only because Nessarose was present, Frex hugged Elphaba even tighter, causing her to nearly cry out in pain. He nearly hit her, but he was in public. After giving Nessarose one last kiss, Frex left the sisters on the train.

Nessarose had never gotten a good look at Elphaba that night. It seemed as though she hid in her cloak as much as possible. After Nessarose pretended to be asleep, Elphaba pulled off her hood and began to read a newspaper she had found. When Nessarose awoke with a start, the green girl tried to put her hood up quickly. But it was too late. Nessarose saw. Everything.

The smaller girl reached out a shaky hand and stroked her sister's bruised cheek. She soon felt tears falling. "Oh, Elphaba."