Disclaimer: I do Not Own Degrassi: TNG, Degrassi Jr. High, or the Kids of Degrassi Street. I do own any characters not in any mentioned shows.
AN: hey, this is just a preview of my story, so tell me what you think, if you think I should continue it as a story or not, so I hope you like it NOTE: this WILL be the Prologue to the story if I decide to continue, it's a CraigOC story, BTW
Prologue:
Just breathe quietly, don't make a sound. She moved deeper into the closet, trying to get away from the shadows moving at the bottom of the door. Oh God, please keep walking, just keep walking! The drunken stumbles coming down the hall moved closer and ,seemingly, faster, as if mocking her silent plea. She held her breath, willing her foster-father to keep moving down the hall and into his room, where he usually fell into a drunken stupor, and prayed he wasn't looking for her.
"Where are you, y-you lil' wh-whore?" The slurred question chilled her to the bone. Damn.
The door to the closet shook as he fell against it, and she gasped. Stupid. Stupid. STUPID! "Ah, there ya are."
The door was thrown open and she was dragged out of the closet, kicking and yelling.
"Get offa me, bastard!" Her anger and fear made the words fly from her mouth, and she instantly tried to bite them back.
"Bastard, eh?" A backhand swing caught her cheek and sent her rolling into the opposite wall of the hallway. She tried to block his advances, but kicks from a 5 foot 4 teenager did little to stop the large man, especially when her vision was swimming with black dots.
"We'll see if you have th' guts ta call me a bastard anymore soon enough." He crawled over her, and she could smell the liquor on his breath, his face just inches from hers. "You're drunk!" She spat, blue eyes blazing. He grinned. "Which means in th' mornin', I won't remember dis'. You, I'm sure, will for a very, very long time." All the while his hand was moving up to the leg of her pants, and were nearing the top...
A fist to the back of her head made her eyes droop, her vision swim, and her head pound.
Then everything was black.