DD: Hi ya'll, it is I. Chapter 3 is UP!! YAY!! Hope you all like. Tell me what you think. The next chapter will be an authors note, with a few facts and recaps. Thanks to all my reviewers I really appreciate it, please keep it up, so I know that I'm loved!
DISCLAIMER: Wow, I own everything…EXCEPT the TV show, anything Beyblade related, Voltaire and Phoenix, and the Hiwatari surname.
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CHAPTER 3
If there was one thing that Sergery liked it was control.
If people did not obey his demands, well, he would do what he thought was right, he would punish them.
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In the late winter of 1996, Oksanna and Sergery wedded. A small ceremony, in a dainty church.
Only the children bore witness to it.
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They didn't have a honeymoon. There was not enough love for that.
Instead, Sergery had come straight home and placed Oksanna on her sky-high pedestal, whilst he 'got to know' the children.
He'd set the rules down straight.
We, as the offspring of a previous lover, were to obey everything our new father said.
We were to never look him in the eye, nor speak, without his permission.
We were to cook and clean and do all the work of the farm.
We would not go to school, no, we would stay at the farmhouse and keep the chores up to date.
We were to, under no circumstances, have any communication with our mother.
We were not worthy.
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The door slammed open as Sergery stumbled into the children's room. He was high again.
The children each let out an involuntary shudder as they desperately tried to scramble away from the huge bulking figure in their doorway.
Each of them was terrified.
Grabbing a hold of his youngest sister, Sebastian scrambled from the room; he was the oldest, yet there was too much cowardice in him.
Anastasia and the twins had placed themselves as close to the back wall as possible. Pathetically whimpering and begging their stepfather to be easy. It hadn't been their fault.
Myra had grabbed both Immogen and Phoenix and threw them behind the shelter of the closet, as her tiny frame moved gracelessly to the centre of the room.
She was not scared.
She should've been.
Her scrawny twelve year old body, looked out of place in front of the mammoth of a man.
She demanded that he leave.
She was no coward.
But she was a fool.
A fool for thinking that she had the power to face off against Sergery.
With a single swing of his gigantic fist, her body had imprinted itself into the tainted wall.
Sergery had chuckled quietly to himself, and grabbed Anastasia by her forearm.
Ana was unusually beautiful and Sergery had always appreciated that.
He didn't think she should go to waste.
It was painfully obvious to all the children in the room what Sergery was doing as he dragged her down the hall and into his bedroom.
The remaining siblings had rushed to Myra's side, a blow like that would've done some damage.
And it had.
But more that they had expected.
Sergery had hit a nerve.
Myra was dead.
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Late that night, Sebastian had packed his bags, he was only thirteen and he was scared.
Scared for his siblings, but also scared for himself.
He ran away from the farmhouse, he ran as fast as he could.
Like his Father before him, he ran and did not come back.
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Well, that's it, another chapter done.
Hope you all enjoyed it.
Ok, the next chapter will be an authors note…just recapping all that's happened.
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