Disclaimer: I do not own any dragon ball z, if I did. I'd be famous.
Prolog:
"Jorrrddyyyyy?" I could hear him call my name in the sweetest tone. But after trying to coax me out of wherever I had run off to and hide, my Father eventually got tired of searching. "JORDY! You little cuss- where the hell are you?! You better hope ta-god that I don't find you, missy! . JodywhenIfindyou, yourgoingtgetthebeatingofalifetime!.you hear me?!" after that there was a loud 'thud', I took it that my Father; being in the drunken rage that he was in, fell over-hitting the ground.
Yes that's right, my Father is an abusive drunk. and the most abusive person I had ever known. I was only eight at the time, and already my body looked like it had enough scars that could out show a grown man that had been in the army or something.
Blood, warm thick red blood streaked down the side of my forehead. The throbbing motion like a thousand drums beating inside my head. My Dad manages to get in a few blows to my face before I could crawl away and hide.
As usual my Father had drunk his face off that night because he had just lost 2.5 million dollars in a stock that took a major down slide. He already fired half of his employees and I was his next target. I woke up to him pulling on my hair and smacking me around a little.
Now, for a normal little eight year old girl, I wouldn't have been able to move. But me on the other hand- I was different, I could take a pretty hard beating and still manage to runaway and hide-I never knew how.just..knew you know?
*Like hell I'm going to come out.I'm not dumb-I know what he'll do to me if I let him find me.*
Just as my luck would have it, I felt a firm strong hand grab onto my arm and pull me into the light. He found me. I was hiding in one of our many spare room closets in the back. (A/N: Jordy's dad is rich)
"Here you are! What'd you think you could get away from me you little shit- UH!?" he spat in my ear. I could smell the intoxicating stench of hard liquor coming from his mouth.
".No." I squealed, looking down at the floor. Not wanting to make eye contact.
"You lye!" and with that he sent me flying a few feet back by hitting me across the face. "You're a liar. Just like your Mother, and you know what happens to liars-don't yea 'sweat heart'." he griped his fists tightly as he started to walk towards me.
I crawled in towards one of the bedroom corners..not a good idea. Now .there was no way out-I was trapped. "Daddy don't! .please what ever I did- I'm sorry I won't do it again-I promise.I'll be good!" I cried out, sobbing like mad. But no matter how much I begged or pleaded my Father would only hit me harder.
That night I was rushed to the hospital. If you're thinking that my Dad brought me.your wrong. It was our house made, Lydia. She found me unconscious, lying in a pool of blood in the spare room. No, my Dad couldn't care less what happened to me. He was passed out in the living room hugging a bottle of whiskey.
I found out that I ended up with a major concussion, two broken ribs, a black eye, and a dislocated shoulder. The nurses there asked me what had happened. What was I suppose to say? I couldn't tell the truth, how could I? My Father told what would happen if I told anyone- the same when for Lydia. He said if anyone of us told..that he would kill us both. And to tell you the truth..death at that time didn't seem like such a bad idea.
That night was the worst night of my life ..but little did I know that the nights to come would soon be far worse as I got older.
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A/N: Hey fans so how did you like the beginning? I know it was a bit brutal but that's just the way it goes. It WILL get better as you read on though. And don't forget to review.
Prolog:
"Jorrrddyyyyy?" I could hear him call my name in the sweetest tone. But after trying to coax me out of wherever I had run off to and hide, my Father eventually got tired of searching. "JORDY! You little cuss- where the hell are you?! You better hope ta-god that I don't find you, missy! . JodywhenIfindyou, yourgoingtgetthebeatingofalifetime!.you hear me?!" after that there was a loud 'thud', I took it that my Father; being in the drunken rage that he was in, fell over-hitting the ground.
Yes that's right, my Father is an abusive drunk. and the most abusive person I had ever known. I was only eight at the time, and already my body looked like it had enough scars that could out show a grown man that had been in the army or something.
Blood, warm thick red blood streaked down the side of my forehead. The throbbing motion like a thousand drums beating inside my head. My Dad manages to get in a few blows to my face before I could crawl away and hide.
As usual my Father had drunk his face off that night because he had just lost 2.5 million dollars in a stock that took a major down slide. He already fired half of his employees and I was his next target. I woke up to him pulling on my hair and smacking me around a little.
Now, for a normal little eight year old girl, I wouldn't have been able to move. But me on the other hand- I was different, I could take a pretty hard beating and still manage to runaway and hide-I never knew how.just..knew you know?
*Like hell I'm going to come out.I'm not dumb-I know what he'll do to me if I let him find me.*
Just as my luck would have it, I felt a firm strong hand grab onto my arm and pull me into the light. He found me. I was hiding in one of our many spare room closets in the back. (A/N: Jordy's dad is rich)
"Here you are! What'd you think you could get away from me you little shit- UH!?" he spat in my ear. I could smell the intoxicating stench of hard liquor coming from his mouth.
".No." I squealed, looking down at the floor. Not wanting to make eye contact.
"You lye!" and with that he sent me flying a few feet back by hitting me across the face. "You're a liar. Just like your Mother, and you know what happens to liars-don't yea 'sweat heart'." he griped his fists tightly as he started to walk towards me.
I crawled in towards one of the bedroom corners..not a good idea. Now .there was no way out-I was trapped. "Daddy don't! .please what ever I did- I'm sorry I won't do it again-I promise.I'll be good!" I cried out, sobbing like mad. But no matter how much I begged or pleaded my Father would only hit me harder.
That night I was rushed to the hospital. If you're thinking that my Dad brought me.your wrong. It was our house made, Lydia. She found me unconscious, lying in a pool of blood in the spare room. No, my Dad couldn't care less what happened to me. He was passed out in the living room hugging a bottle of whiskey.
I found out that I ended up with a major concussion, two broken ribs, a black eye, and a dislocated shoulder. The nurses there asked me what had happened. What was I suppose to say? I couldn't tell the truth, how could I? My Father told what would happen if I told anyone- the same when for Lydia. He said if anyone of us told..that he would kill us both. And to tell you the truth..death at that time didn't seem like such a bad idea.
That night was the worst night of my life ..but little did I know that the nights to come would soon be far worse as I got older.
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A/N: Hey fans so how did you like the beginning? I know it was a bit brutal but that's just the way it goes. It WILL get better as you read on though. And don't forget to review.