OddCombo has handed the keys of Lita Has It Rough over to me.

Watch me drive down the dark, cold road with this bad girl.

The grass was high, the breeze blew it around. It stood back up firmly, and it was then pushed about to no end, a cycle of an unpredictable pattern that wasn't so bad. This, she preferred. The landscape was perfect, long and everlasting. The sun brightened much of the feel, she could practically feel the warm kiss upon her skin, loving what it offered. Lita Loud danced around the grass completely barefoot, spinning around in her sun dress of bright blue, twirling it in a majestic manner. She giggled away, eyes osed, partaking in her personal heaven..

"This is how I hoped my life would be, a solo child. The only girl of the household..."

The dream of hers stopped in the same place and time; she halted her twirling and dared look up into the sun. Things went brighter, the sunlight becoming too overbearing for her eyes. It would be so bright- and in the next second, an ungodly force of nature blotted out the sun, exchanging it all for the empty, cold and eternal darkness. It was quick, it was for one second, and then-

"That's not how it is, that's not how reality is for me..."

Hot water ran down her face, the showerhead working to help her clean her body for the day. It was a regular Tuesday morning constructed of getting up, showering and getting dressed, and to end it with a yummy breakfast before being driven to school. If it sounded simple enough, it was everything, anything but that. And why wasn't it simple?

It wasn't simple because of the fact that she was just one girl, the only girl, in a moshpit of boys, too many to make this a disastrous hellhole she didn't want to be a part of. Ten boys of different personalities running around, going into war, behaving in a dickishly manner every chance they got, and under these circumstances, Lita hadn't a good, quiet life like she wanted. She was rather tired of these boys, her half-brothers, but for mommy Linka Loud, the hard-working woman of the big family who got help from the fathers of these miscreants. Yes, that meant that, when you got right down to it, Linka was a grade-A whore with little to no knowledge on how to keep her legs closed.

This was never how Lita saw her, however, and the scuffle-haired light brunette only knew love and respect for her. She loved her mother to keep it going, to fuel her with positivity even when things surely looked tough and grimly everlasting. Being the only two females, Lita did her best to help Linka whenever possible, and the days where the white-haired woman would be left knocked out for the day were flaring up more and more.

On the other hand, Lord, the only full-blooded brother Lita had been told shared the same father as her, had taken initiative some of those days, taking charge of the schizophrenic Lucky, the edgy goth Loom, the disastrous money-greedy Lorne, and the younglings Lionel and Lolo. Sports faggot Laze, mystery novel fanatic Leroy were either calm or destructive, especially when Laze broke shit around the house, and Linka's punishments no longer made him grovel in fear. Leno was the least harmful one, but to himself, was a glutton, one cheesecake away from diabetes. LOL, I can't with these names.

Loan - Lucky

Liena - Leno

Lyra - Lord

Liby - Leroy

Lacy - Laze

Lupa - Loom

Leia - Lorne

Lizy - Lionel

Lulu - Lolo

Lyle - Nonexistent

Did I miss anyone? Moving on.

Lita was a bean small enough in size to sit right on the window sill and stare outside in the comfort of her spot, watching life go on without her. She was a soft but shy girl on the outside, a gentle soul within a sweet angel, one who could never hurt a fly. There wasn't much to Lita other than the fact that she was a fifteen year old teenager attending Royal Woods High, a sophomore as of late. The season was winter, just a few days away from the holidays, a few long weeks from school. Hard to think that the new year was just coming in less than a month. Time, insisting on moving along, whether or not she loved it.

Trapped... Trapped with the ruffians... Oh, I'm not eager to look forward to this.

Her half-brothers Loom, Laze, Leroy, Lord, and Lucky had moved out, respectively, but they'd be coming back to momma Linka's back home, and if they had wives... Lita didn't bother to learn the facts, she wasn't close with them on a personal level, but if she wanted to, she could have tried it with Lord. Lord Loud, the Christian, short, brown-haired fellow who had plans to enlist overseas, that meant prominent danger, and if it turned out he did achieve that...

Lita sighed, actually hoping it was just a fantasy of his.

No relationship lost for it wasn't gained to begin with.

Lita broke away from watching the outside world. Today was a calm Saturday morning, only, she didn't exactly wake up peachy. You see, Lita, being a female teenager and all, was on her period, and the rather large blood stain on her bed was still there, visible, the covers of which were tossed down from the bed so messily. She knew she'd have to change sheets and get herself better tampons- and discreetly, away from the boy's attention to avoid being an object of mockery, one of the things she hated to be in their predatory eyes.

I wish I could just stop bleeding from my vagina. Ugh, that's so maddening!

It started there years back, a funk of an accident that happened in school, more notably during physical education, the shorts of her uniform dropping blood when she figured she had pissed herself from drinking a little too much water. It was embarrassing, and it riled up the boys and girls present at the scene. What it did was it rendered her less vocal, still feeling damned that it had set up an idea of her when she was just another cute girl to be gazed upon by boys. Not anymore.

The one and only person who had been the exception of that scenario was Nyla Laude, the girl whom, to this day, was the most physically fit of the lot. Lita and Nyla were considerably close friends in a sorta sense, sharing Chemistry and World History this year only, but the two had breaks and lunches together.

Nyla Laude was three inches taller than Lita, a blonde with a long ponytail and some bangs that came down to her green eyes, and from preference, Nyla had a locked color scheme of green and black. She'd have different clothes each day, but the color would never be outside of those two. She'd rock it green over the color of shadow, to make it more odd, but hey, who was Lita to judge?

Maybe Lita could get away from the house and hang with Nyla and the friends she hung out with. Yeah, Nyla was a cool, tough cookie who could stand up to the lot of boys Lita called siblings, hurt them to repel them away. It was through her that Lita knew no fear, feeling nothing but safe around the tall blonde. A role model she definitely aspired to be like.

They texted about half an hour later, and Lita was damn well certain she would flee the noisy household soon enough. By then, right at this very moment, it started for her. The kitchen below became ground zero for the rampant beasts eager to consume, burp and play around with their breakfast platters. Here, Linka depended on the boys to behave and help each other as she had the dishes ready- Leno and Lord tried their best, but the others- Sweet Lord above, they were fighting for the seats. Too many sons Linka bore from her own brothers, a sort of entrapment if anything.

Entrapment.

Be a girl and you would devote yourself to serving the men who establish themselves as the dominant gender, what was that, really? This, Lita found repulsive. The rowdy brothers... Mindless wretches who usually didn't help their hard-working mother. What they needed was a nice dose of scolding.

Oh, mother... I wish that it wasn't so hard...

If wishes were horses, right, Lita?

She wanted to help, but being around them- It had its cons, of which made her feel discomfort and a level of compromised safety. Let the records show that Laze and Loom were the two closest of the boys who would be rough on her, play her for their amusement. Loom the most, he was a cold son of a bitch- Sorry, Linka- The freak goth with a love for fire. He burned her dolls, man. The heads, melt them all and toss them into the backyard, still ablaze. Seventeen of them an counting, and Lita hadn't dared ask for them since the last time.

She hated Loom.

Lita didn't want to come down. Not when they were all gathered, devouring their food so messily, so horrendously. Lita wanted to escape, just this once- And again, in the mental, imaginary machinations she would delve into, time and time again. Oh, how the world beyond her room, right out the window, was big to explore. Fun was just the opening of a window away, all she had to to was make a custom ladder to climb down and get that freedom.

Sneak out. Lita wanted to sneak out away from the nasty males- and to leave mother Linka to handle it. There was some guilt in that, sure but...

What are you doing, you idiot? Lita slapped herself for having such a thought. In truth, the nature of this conflicted her. It was what she wanted versus the weight she knew her mother felt, that had to be taken off as much as possible. To take it off and take the suffering as much as sweet, exhausted mother did...

I don't know what to do...

Nyla was already on her way as she thought. Maybe not today. Maybe not now, but Lita did believe in her little, pure heart that she would be there to give her white-haired mother all the help that she could give.

Yes, I just need this now... Mom, I'm sorry, I love you, but I want this now...

Just this once... Just this once- She could never justify it, not apart of yearning for it- Just this once, and in her heart...

Lita opened her window, sliding it upwards. Just below, a slid away, lay freedom. Her ladder, a bunch of the nasty shirts and sweaters all tied to each other just like the way she saw in movies, had been created for over five days, slowly adding up until she had more than enough to cover the length of the room. The plan was to double it, maybe triple it if possible, only natural that it would have had to be large and noticeable if the sheets didn't conceal it from viewpoint of the doorway. That meant Lita had to sleep with the right side of the bed having the sheets, making it uneven and a little colder for her to sleep these nights. Yeah, this was what Lita resorted to.

Today, it could pay off. And would. She would have to, be caught later. Later, not now. Not as she tied one end to the doorknob, and tugged to test its effectiveness. She made it work by having the sleeve, of one of Lucky's baggy sweaters, a thin one at that, start the rope train. Hurrying, Lita ran the rest of it to the window, throwing it down. And below, the other end barely hit the grass, much to her delight. Awesome sauce!

And Lita hopped right over the window sill, eager to get out. And as she did so, as she slid down rather slowly, one of the shirts or sweaters had snapped right off, proving that it didn't work in the beginning at all. And she fell from the height that marked it a hard landing. She screamed, expecting pain as she came back down to earth.

And the angel of fuzzy, brown hair continued to fall from grace.

Lita needed more love, OddCombo had the right idea. However, this is me. Me, who can only take it one way. And you know I have to do it to you. At max, I can keep this up for about four or so chapters.