Summary: Aishe is a witch and Gypsy with a stepmother Erinn who abuses her. She is fighting for her life.

Disclaimer: I own Erinn, Aishe, her father, people's attitudes unless they are J.K. Rowling's, along with the plot. Other than that folks I do not own single beep beep beep beep beep beep thing.

Aishe stood up with a dizzying amount of pain. A spasm went up her back and she sat back down again. This was not good. Nausea was threatening to break and short gasps left her. She winced and got up again slowly making her way to her room or closet. It was a storage closet about 6 by 6 with a box for her clothes and sheets for her bed. Thinking back she might have had good memories but it was to far back to tell.

As far as she knew she would turn 14 on August 13. She was Romany or gypsy with long black hair and black eyes. Her dad was also and her stepmother was Irish and were both magical. Her back did another little sweet spasm and she collapsed on her nest utterly exhausted.

"PIECE OF VERMIN, HOW DARE YOU SLEEP SO LATE! I WANT MY BREAKFAST!" said her stepmother from across the hall. Aishe winced. Her 'mother' was beating her constantly now and the whip marks on her back eventually stopped healing altogether. It was not good. She woke up and turned her head a bit to look at her back. It had made a stain in the sheets just like the rest of the times her mother whipped her.

Grew up in a small town

And when the rain would fall down

I would just stare out my window

And dreaming of what could-be

And if I would end up happy

I would pray (I would pray)

Kelly Clarkson (Breakaway)

She went down the hall to the kitchen and with the speed the superhero flash would be proud of. She went to her stepmother's and father's room. Her father was away on a business trip and she was all alone with her abuser.

"Come here," the blonde hair woman said coldly beckoning her to her bedside. "How dare you defy me! Sleeping so late," she screeched and picked up her whip slashing it across the poor girl's face. She had closed her eyes which was good because the whip left a mar beginning at her right temple and ending at her left cheek.

"I hope you learn. Your dirty people can't save you now can they? World War 2 made sure of that."

Aishe trembled and put the tray on the table and ran out. It wasn't her first time that woman had mentioned that war and it brought back memories that pained her. Her great-grandfather was in a concentration camp and died when she was 8. The war was almost exactly 60 years ago but it had brought horror to her.

There was no one to save her. With the high altitude to pain no one knew of her abuse. Her mother died having her and her father quickly married this women. He didn't even know the pain she went through.

She found a list of things she had to do on the counter and groaned. It read:

Must be done by 7 pm and no magic.

Clean all three bathrooms

Weed the garden

Mow the lawn

Sweep

Mop

Clean the dishes

Dry the dishes

Organize library and no reading any books

She smacked herself in the head and wince. 'I didn't know you cared' she thought to the paper sarcastically. She started with the outdoor things and then worked inside. Her stepmother or Erinn watch her the whole time. Not saying a word at all. Aishe felt more anxious as time went by. She knew that if she didn't finish there would be one big welt on her entire body.

It was 7:05 and she had just started the library. Erinn checking the time smiled a big haunting smile and went to her room and came back with the switch and the belt her father used to wear at big events.

She came back and whipped the switch in the air and it cracked the atmosphere.

People killin' people dyin'

Children hurt and you hear them cryin'

Can you practice what you preach

And would you turn the other cheek

Black eye peas (Where is the love)

"Please Madam I…I will never speak out of turn and please! I am your daughter!" she said and backed into a corner feeling the white bumpy walls.

"Well if I am your mother why don't you obey me and look like me!" she said.

"I obey you and I just don't have your blood in me!" she said almost to the point of sobbing.

"All I wanted was to have children when I married your father but no I got you! You look nothing like me. But no I could not kill you! Your father was in the way. Well he is away for awhile and I have it all planned out. I will kill you with my wand making it look like a car hit you! I will have a little more than a week to practice being sad. And anyways he doesn't love you he just wants his filthy blood to run thru his child's veins." She had walked while she said this and pulled out a stick with a handle on it and laid it against her stepdaughter's throat.

"You know with two words I could kill you right here. And I don't think it would be that painful. Unless I use the torturing curse on you first…" She rambled thoughtfully while the girl registered what was going on. Her stepmother was going to say Avada Kedvara anytime.

Erinn looked into the black eyes with her own grey green ones. And decided.

"Crucio!" She cried and Aishe screamed and screamed. She had never screamed before and it was raw and hurt her throat doing so. The pain was unbearable it felt like all feeling had left her body and replaced by hot pain. Then she stopped. The wand was lifted and she sighed. It was over.

"Now for the killing curse!" said the woman before her but she was weak and trembling. She at this moment and all her life didn't care if she died.

"How dare you!" said a voice so unlike her fathers but still a man's.

I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibi
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

The Killers (Mr.Brightside)