AN: My wisdom teeth are coming in, and it's very painful. I don't like them. In other news, spent the afternoon drawing Kit, so if anyone wants to see my vision of her I'll send the drawings to you. This is by far the most depressing chapter I've written, hopefully the fluff from the last chapter will make up for the horrible-ness of this one.

As always, loved your reviews.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

(Winter Holiday's)

-1976-

She felt empty. Like there was nothing left inside of her. Her mother was dead, and there was nothing she could do about it. She milled about her bedroom feeling numb, Kit had seen her first dead person…and that dead person just happened to be her mother. It didn't raise good feelings.

When she and her father got home, Kit was surprised to fine the house actually clean. Upon seeing the shocked look on his daughters face, Ethan Anderson simply shrugged and said that he needed to throw out the garbage. In closer inspection, Kit found that garbage included all pictures of her mother, and anything that remotely said home. The house looked like they honestly just moved in. If it wasn't for the occasional blood stain on the carpet, Kit would have thought they walked into the wrong home.

In all honesty as she sat on her bed rather discontent with life, all she wanted to do was slice her wrists open before her father got to 'play' with her. The only thing keeping her from this, was the thought of Remus. That was honestly the only thing keeping her from going into the bathroom and grabbing one of her fathers shaving razors.

She knew that things were different now, her father was happy, her mother was dead, and Kit didn't know where she stood. She had no idea if she would be beat or given a few pounds to go shopping. Kit didn't like not knowing what her father was thinking. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in, she leaned forward and let her head rest between her knees.

Did anyone else at school know what this was like? What it was like to sit in your bedroom and wait for your father (who is supposed to love and nurture you) come in angry at the world and take it out on you? Did they know? Did they know what it was like to be forced to watch your mother die! Did they?

Did they?

Did they?

Tear drops fell from her eyes as she hugged herself, sitting there on her bed; trying hard not to make much noise. She wished that she could be strong…strong like…like Lily! Lily was strong, and would definitely not take a beating from a parent, but Kit did…because Kit wasn't strong. She could accept that fact, but oh how she wanted to have the courage to stand up to her father, to use her magic against him even if it was illegal to use out of school.

Slowly the small girl would fall back onto her bed completely and curl up into a tight ball atop of her covers, not bothering to undress from her Hogwarts uniform or take off her shoes. Laying there she rocked herself back and forth, eyes squeezed shut, breathing ragged.

Her father had yet to lay a hand on her yet (unless you counted him squeezing her shoulder to death) and she was already terrified of what was to happen.

Because for some reason she couldn't just believe that her mother over-dosed. She just couldn't believe that. Kit was scared…so scared.

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Kit had fallen into a fitful sleep, it wasn't easy getting to sleep now that she was so used to having Remus holding her. She tossed and turned, so much in fact that all of her pillows were now on the floor near the bed, and the blanket she was sleeping a top was starting to fall off the bed as well.

It was nearly three AM when Kit jerked awake, as her arm was roughly pulled. It took her a moment to realize that she was standing up, or rather being held up by her father. He still had that grin on his face, and with a tug, he easily started to drag her behind him, causing her to nearly have to jog to keep up with his pace as he led her down stairs and towards the kitchen.

It was like he was insane, rambling on about something…but she did manage to catch a few words.

"…all night working on it…so happy you both will….gone…can't believe…sooner."

From what Kit heard of it, all she could think was what a bad idea staying was. She could have hopped out of her window (so what if it was a two story drop) and run off…maybe to James' place since he lived so close apparently. Although, she knew for a fact, even thinking about it now, that it wouldn't have happened. Why? Her window was bolted shut (thanks to the last time she tried to run).

Why couldn't she have been strong enough to think to leave? To tell someone? She was just so ashamed. It was her fault he hurt her after all…it was all her fault, and she didn't want anyone to find out about it.

Her father's form, easily slammed her down into one of the kitchen chairs. So hard, that the breath actually rushed out of her. Wrist was still being roughly held, he was twisting it in a certain way that made her cry out in pain, as he secured…

HANDCUFFS? Why, no wait…how did he get handcuffs? It was at this point, she started to get stupid. She wiggled, and tugged at her arm, trying to get his grip to slide. It didn't…instead, her wiggling around only pissed him off. As soon as the cuff was secured on her wrist to one of the table legs, he backhanded her so hard that the room spun.

She was secured to the table leg in such a way that Kit was hunched forward, and no matter how hard she tried the table wouldn't lift up. Her father muttered something about bolting the table down to the floor watching rather amused as she struggled with her current situation.

She couldn't help but ask.

She really couldn't.

"What did I do this time?"

"You were born." Had been the simple dark reply as he left the room, seconds later she could hear the front door slam shut.

Why was he doing this now? Well, it was quite obvious…he had an out…to be free from having to take care of people. First his wife had sadly died in a coma thanks to a drug overdose, and now what? What was going to happen to her? He could beat her and toss her out on the cold snowy streets to die…say she ran away. He could slit her wrists, say he found her dead.

At this point in time, he could commit the perfect murder. All these thoughts ran through her mind as she struggled with the handcuff on her wrist. She pulled and tugged, and pulled and tugged some more. Her father was finally going to be able to get what he always wanted…

A life of his own.

She had started to tug on the cuff so hard, that her wrist that the cuff was connected to started to tear open and bleed as she wore the layers of skin down. Kit cried out in pain and fear, almost screaming…wondering if someone would hear her.

Please Remus, please…please… she begged in her thoughts. In so much anguish, fear, and pain from her torn open wrist it took her almost five minutes to notice something.

The handcuff…was no longer secured around her wrist. Blue tear-filled eyes blinked, as her left hand rubbed at her right wrist. Her magic…she bit her bottom lip. It had never saved her before. It only took her a few seconds to realize that she was free. This was her chance…she had to take it.

Standing up from the chair so fast, it clattered to the floor. She paid no attention to it though, as she started down the hall and towards the front door. Freedom was almost a foot away.

By the time she seen the hammer being swung at her, it was to late.

First there was a sharp pain in the side of her head, the room spun, and darkness followed as her body fell to the floor.

Ethan Anderson just grinned, holding the hammer he had swung with raised brows in amusement. "Thought you might run. Magic can't save you now nibblet."

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Remus gasped, bolting awake in his bed and toppling over the sides and onto the floor with a thud. He sat there for a moment, breathing in deep breaths with wide eyes. His bed was a mess, blankets were thrown everywhere and upon looking around it seemed that he had thrown his pillows a great distance.

Calming down ever so slowly he blinked, then canted his head to the side. His aching head at that.

What had his dream been about…?

He couldn't remember and that was very unusual, because per usual he was the only one out of his friends to ever remember his dreams on a daily bases. Rubbing at the side of his aching head, he stood blinking back dizziness. What just happened?

He stood for a long time, just standing there in the middle of his room trying to think…trying to remember what had jerked him out of his sleep.

Why did something feel terribly wrong?

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The first thing to hit Kit when she woke up was the mass amount of pain she was in. The second thing to hit her was the fact that she couldn't move either one of her arms. The third thing to hit her was the harsh light from the florescent kitchen lights once she opened her eyes. Her father was sitting across from her, his legs crossed, a book in his hand, and a beer bottle in the other. He was smiling again.

Her head throbbed, and her body felt like it was on fire. Upon looking down, she could see that both of her arms were now handcuffed to the table in front of her. She also noticed the amount of blood that was on the front of her shirt.

"Your head bled a lot…thought you might die before I had my fun." Her father said, upon seeing her awake and looking around. He set his book and beer bottle down, and upturned a brow. "You and your mother have taken thirteen years of my life…I shouldn't of had to marry her, but my parents forced me when they found out that whore was pregnant."

Standing, he stretched out. His long and lanky body cracking as he did so. "I found her on the sofa about a month ago…strung out beyond belief. It was just my luck that she went into a coma, you know that?"

He was ranting and raving again, and that scared Kit. At this point, she was more certain then she had been before that he was going to kill her. It was just her luck that he was going to do it as slow and sadistically as possible. She bit at the inside of her mouth, her father continued ranting, and she wished more then anything that he'd get it over with. She'd rather not have her death long and drawn out.

A fist came down upon her face…

And so it begins.

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AN: I know, I'm mean. I should keep writing…but well, we have to torture Kit a little bit longer. Remus is starting to feel her emotions a tad bit since they are so strong. But, unfortunately he's a teenage boy and can't string together the facts that they aren't his emotions and all of that jazz.

Her father really is sadistic, after being forced to marry Kit's mother and devote thirteen years to a family he's never wanted…

Kinda went insane.

Okay, so I'm leaving off with this chappie tonight. I have to go get some sleep. Woo.