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this gets better, it's just needed for a good intro! So please, R&R!
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Location: North Eastern New Jersey, Year: 1897.
"Daddy, stop! Ouch, please daddy, you're hurting me. Stop!" Anna's father had just thrown her down the basement stairs for the third time that week. Ever since he mother had begun working, he began drinking heavily, though that was a very poor excuse.
If you looked at her, you could tell that she didn't deserve this. She didn't belong with her over worked mother, drunken father, and lethal older brother. Though she was covered in cuts and bruises from head to toe, you could still see her beauty shine through. She was 14 years old, but looked and acted about 16. She had dark auburn hair reaching her mid-back, creamy skin, hazel eyes, and a slim athletic figure. Her smile was bright, and her eyes glistened behind long, thick lashes. Even though her home life was a nightmare, she always managed to put on a happy face for the world.
Right now, however, her usually pleasant smile was replaced with hallow, raw fear. True, this was in no way the first time her father had beaten her for no apparent reason, but she'd never seen him quite this crazy before. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging as he swayed, and managed to mumble, "Oo've otta 'earn yer l'son, an izz ub do be do 'eash I' oo ya."
After 5 years of listening to her father's alcohol drained language, she had become quite good at deciphering his slurring, and translated his statement to: "You've got to learn your lesson, and it's up to me to teach it to you."
"Daddy, please! Just tell me what I did and I'll fix it. Oh please daddy DON'T!" He had just lifted a lamp off of the bar he had built when they had first moved in, and was attempting to throw it at her in his shaky condition.
She was now dodging various objects that were being hurled at her by ducking under tables, behind chair, and anything else that might shelter her. However, when her father had tried to lift the coffee table over his head to throw it at her, he had fallen over with its weight. Using this to her advantage, she crossed the room and began running up the stairs into the kitchen, adrenalin pumping through her every vain.
She was about to turn the corner and run into her room when she ran straight into what she knew could only be one thing, and was pummeled to the floor. "Where do you think you're going, Anna?" Her brother was nearly 6' 6", and had a muscular build as a result of being the town bully.
"Get out of the way, Robert," she shouted, but she knew it was no use. Robert had a menacing smile on, which told Anna that she was as good as dead. She started to get back up to run around him, but was shot back to the floor when Robert backhanded her hard on the cheek.
"You aint going nowhere, bitch. Dad! Hey dad, come here for a minute!"
Anna gave a shriek of horror and tried to crawl away, but her brother reached down and pulled her up by her hair, holding her to him in a tight head lock. She was more scared than she had been in her life. Sure, she had been beaten by both of them separately, but she never had to face the two of them together.
She could hear her father stumbling up the basement stairs, and was looking crazier than ever. "Well, well, what are we gonna do with you. When will you learn." And Anna softly screamed yet again when she saw him go into the kitchen and return holding a butcher knife.
She could hear Robert laugh his devilish laugh in her ear, making her feel queasy, and he said, "That might teacher her, Pop." Anna wouldn't give up without a fight, though her chances of a victory were very dim. But she had an advantage: they were stronger, but she was definitely faster.
As her father advanced on her with the knife, she tried to slide herself to her left, but Robert had brought her back, and the knife narrowly missed her shoulder. She kept her feet moving on the floor, trying desperately to stay unharmed by the knife. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" her father yelled, radiating with drunken madness.
Anna suddenly shouted, "Not this time!" and thrusted her elbow hard into Robert's stomach, and tried to jump up to kick the knife out of her father's hand. But in his drunken state, he'd already swayed back slightly, and Anna had missed his hand, and he stabbed her hard in the side of her outer thigh.
She screamed in agony, and waited desperately for her father to pull the knife out. When he finally did he sputtered, "That'll teach you to--" but he didn't finish. He got a blank look on his face and began to fall forward, the knife still clutched in his hand.
Taking this free action, Anna scrambled out of his path, but screamed yet again when she saw the knife hit Robert in the chest. She sat there, stunned as she watched her evil brother fight for his life. He looked over at her and gasped, "What are you looking at?!" And with that, his head fell, and Anna just stared blankly into his lifeless eyes.
She jumped and screamed yet again when she heard a gunshot fired in her direction. Her mother, who had been sleeping on the couch in the other room after working the night shift as a cleaning lady, was standing in the doorway leading into the hall that Anna was in. The gun was pointed at her father, and a stream of blood was slowly trickling down his back.
"Well," her mother said in a falsely calm voice. "what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time." Her eyes were squinted, and her mouth was pursed shut, giving her quite a menacing appearance. "I, uh- well, uh- " Anna gasped, but then realized what her mother was looking at. Anna's leg was now bleeding openly all over the navy blue rug, reminding her of how much it hurt.
"My beautiful carpet. You've ruined it!"
"But-but I didn't mean to. I'm sor-"
"Get out of my house! You've managed to kill both your father and brother as well as ruin my rug, now get out!!"
"But I didn't-"
"I said get OUT!"
At this, Anna sprang up out of nerves, but was soon back on the floor owing to her injured leg. Her mother now looked thoroughly insane. She picked up a chair from around the table, and held it up, threatening to throw it at Anna if she didn't leave. Anna began to scramble away and out the front door, using the railing outside to pull herself up to her feet, and she proceeded to limp down the streets. The pain in her leg was excruciating, and the wound was still severely bleeding.
Somehow, she'd managed to (after falling many times) limp her way to the boarder of the state. She found the boat docks, and with all the strength she could muster, hopped aboard the nearest boat and slid down to the lower deck. She fell to the floor out of pure exhaustion, and laid in the deserted corridor for longer than she cared to think about.
"Hey! Dis is the end of the line, miss. You'll have to get off."
Anna awoke with a stir.
"Wha-? Oh, sorry, sir." Anna struggled to get up and proceeded to get off the boat. When she got off, she looked around at where she was. "Wow," she whispered in awe, and began to limp around the street.
'There's got to be a place where I can sleep,' she thought desperately. But then, she collapsed all together.
She would've been knocked unconscious, considering there was nothing but a pile of rocks in front of her, but something warm and soft had caught her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Well, there ya go! I really hope you guys like this story, and don't worry, I PROMISE it gets better!⺠Well, all for now, please R&R!! âºâº
~♥~Wildchild22~♥~
Location: North Eastern New Jersey, Year: 1897.
"Daddy, stop! Ouch, please daddy, you're hurting me. Stop!" Anna's father had just thrown her down the basement stairs for the third time that week. Ever since he mother had begun working, he began drinking heavily, though that was a very poor excuse.
If you looked at her, you could tell that she didn't deserve this. She didn't belong with her over worked mother, drunken father, and lethal older brother. Though she was covered in cuts and bruises from head to toe, you could still see her beauty shine through. She was 14 years old, but looked and acted about 16. She had dark auburn hair reaching her mid-back, creamy skin, hazel eyes, and a slim athletic figure. Her smile was bright, and her eyes glistened behind long, thick lashes. Even though her home life was a nightmare, she always managed to put on a happy face for the world.
Right now, however, her usually pleasant smile was replaced with hallow, raw fear. True, this was in no way the first time her father had beaten her for no apparent reason, but she'd never seen him quite this crazy before. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging as he swayed, and managed to mumble, "Oo've otta 'earn yer l'son, an izz ub do be do 'eash I' oo ya."
After 5 years of listening to her father's alcohol drained language, she had become quite good at deciphering his slurring, and translated his statement to: "You've got to learn your lesson, and it's up to me to teach it to you."
"Daddy, please! Just tell me what I did and I'll fix it. Oh please daddy DON'T!" He had just lifted a lamp off of the bar he had built when they had first moved in, and was attempting to throw it at her in his shaky condition.
She was now dodging various objects that were being hurled at her by ducking under tables, behind chair, and anything else that might shelter her. However, when her father had tried to lift the coffee table over his head to throw it at her, he had fallen over with its weight. Using this to her advantage, she crossed the room and began running up the stairs into the kitchen, adrenalin pumping through her every vain.
She was about to turn the corner and run into her room when she ran straight into what she knew could only be one thing, and was pummeled to the floor. "Where do you think you're going, Anna?" Her brother was nearly 6' 6", and had a muscular build as a result of being the town bully.
"Get out of the way, Robert," she shouted, but she knew it was no use. Robert had a menacing smile on, which told Anna that she was as good as dead. She started to get back up to run around him, but was shot back to the floor when Robert backhanded her hard on the cheek.
"You aint going nowhere, bitch. Dad! Hey dad, come here for a minute!"
Anna gave a shriek of horror and tried to crawl away, but her brother reached down and pulled her up by her hair, holding her to him in a tight head lock. She was more scared than she had been in her life. Sure, she had been beaten by both of them separately, but she never had to face the two of them together.
She could hear her father stumbling up the basement stairs, and was looking crazier than ever. "Well, well, what are we gonna do with you. When will you learn." And Anna softly screamed yet again when she saw him go into the kitchen and return holding a butcher knife.
She could hear Robert laugh his devilish laugh in her ear, making her feel queasy, and he said, "That might teacher her, Pop." Anna wouldn't give up without a fight, though her chances of a victory were very dim. But she had an advantage: they were stronger, but she was definitely faster.
As her father advanced on her with the knife, she tried to slide herself to her left, but Robert had brought her back, and the knife narrowly missed her shoulder. She kept her feet moving on the floor, trying desperately to stay unharmed by the knife. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" her father yelled, radiating with drunken madness.
Anna suddenly shouted, "Not this time!" and thrusted her elbow hard into Robert's stomach, and tried to jump up to kick the knife out of her father's hand. But in his drunken state, he'd already swayed back slightly, and Anna had missed his hand, and he stabbed her hard in the side of her outer thigh.
She screamed in agony, and waited desperately for her father to pull the knife out. When he finally did he sputtered, "That'll teach you to--" but he didn't finish. He got a blank look on his face and began to fall forward, the knife still clutched in his hand.
Taking this free action, Anna scrambled out of his path, but screamed yet again when she saw the knife hit Robert in the chest. She sat there, stunned as she watched her evil brother fight for his life. He looked over at her and gasped, "What are you looking at?!" And with that, his head fell, and Anna just stared blankly into his lifeless eyes.
She jumped and screamed yet again when she heard a gunshot fired in her direction. Her mother, who had been sleeping on the couch in the other room after working the night shift as a cleaning lady, was standing in the doorway leading into the hall that Anna was in. The gun was pointed at her father, and a stream of blood was slowly trickling down his back.
"Well," her mother said in a falsely calm voice. "what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time." Her eyes were squinted, and her mouth was pursed shut, giving her quite a menacing appearance. "I, uh- well, uh- " Anna gasped, but then realized what her mother was looking at. Anna's leg was now bleeding openly all over the navy blue rug, reminding her of how much it hurt.
"My beautiful carpet. You've ruined it!"
"But-but I didn't mean to. I'm sor-"
"Get out of my house! You've managed to kill both your father and brother as well as ruin my rug, now get out!!"
"But I didn't-"
"I said get OUT!"
At this, Anna sprang up out of nerves, but was soon back on the floor owing to her injured leg. Her mother now looked thoroughly insane. She picked up a chair from around the table, and held it up, threatening to throw it at Anna if she didn't leave. Anna began to scramble away and out the front door, using the railing outside to pull herself up to her feet, and she proceeded to limp down the streets. The pain in her leg was excruciating, and the wound was still severely bleeding.
Somehow, she'd managed to (after falling many times) limp her way to the boarder of the state. She found the boat docks, and with all the strength she could muster, hopped aboard the nearest boat and slid down to the lower deck. She fell to the floor out of pure exhaustion, and laid in the deserted corridor for longer than she cared to think about.
"Hey! Dis is the end of the line, miss. You'll have to get off."
Anna awoke with a stir.
"Wha-? Oh, sorry, sir." Anna struggled to get up and proceeded to get off the boat. When she got off, she looked around at where she was. "Wow," she whispered in awe, and began to limp around the street.
'There's got to be a place where I can sleep,' she thought desperately. But then, she collapsed all together.
She would've been knocked unconscious, considering there was nothing but a pile of rocks in front of her, but something warm and soft had caught her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Well, there ya go! I really hope you guys like this story, and don't worry, I PROMISE it gets better!⺠Well, all for now, please R&R!! âºâº
~♥~Wildchild22~♥~