Disclaimer: Well, i am back again. I need to finish this desperately! Like, when i stopped writing this story i was not a Saved Christian, but now i am, so i was wondering if it would be a sin to write a violent story such as this. I asked my mom and bf, and they dont think it is in any way a sin, so here i am! And please, no negativity on my religious beliefs, i was just telling yall some of the reason why i had stopped writing this for so long. Anyway, enjoy! This might be a little saddening if i can help it!

Facade Memories...

"Mommy!" A little girl with blonde hair, that seemed to be about the age of five called out to her mother as she ran towards her.

"Yes, sweety?" The mother replied back lovingly, who was fixing a sandwich at the kitchen in their warm, cozy household.

The little girl stopped in front of her mother, and gave her mother's upper legs a hug, seeing as she was so short.

The mother looked down at her daughter, and placed her hand on the top of her head and rubbed it gently. A smile crossed her features, a very beautiful, lovely smile. This mother surely seemed to love her daughter. A rare twinkle that only was to be seen when she was with her daughter alone suddenly appeared in her gorgeous green eyes. Oh how the mother adored her daughter, just as her daughter adored her...

The little girl looked up at her mother, flashing a smile back. " Where's Daddy and Chris?"

Chris was the little girls brother, twin brother to be exact. He was a pretty good brother for his age, but he could get tiring too.

The mother frowned. The twinkle that had been in her eyes suddenly died away, and a look of hatred replaced that twinkle. Her whole entire expression had changed. She now looked like a totally different person. It took her awhile to respond, because she was quiet for a few moments. Obviously she did not want her daughter to know the truth, and was making up a little 'white lie'.

"Well?" The little girl asked again. " Are they okay?"

Afraid that her daughter was getting a negative aura from her, she did her best to put on a fake smile. She had succeeded to, but it was nothing like the real one seen a few minutes ago.

Finally, the mother had found a good lie and answered her daughter. " Of course, honey. There just out doing some stupid boy stuff."

What exactly was this mother trying to hide from her innocent daughter? Something very secret, that someone her daughter's age should not know. She was lucky enough that her daughter had never been exposed to what was going on with her father and brother, Chris. Thankfully it went on outside the household, so their daughter couldn't be exposed to such a terrible thing. They could not afford their daughter to hate her father for what he was doing.

Now a person would really want to know what the father was doing to Chris. Well, It is actually quite obvious. The father thought his son was a total wuss. So he was going to fix it- the hard way. How? By knocking the mess out that boy every couple days a week or so! Thats how!

Why wasn't the mother going to stop this from going on? Wouldn't a mother want her son to not be injured by his father of all people? She did want her son to be uninjured and just as well taken care of and loved as her daughter. She had already tried to convince her husband to stop abusing their son, but he wasn't about to go for that route. He told her he would beat their daughter ten times worse if she didn't stop asking him to quit. So, she cherished her daughter, and loved her. That was her baby, her darling. She felt so lucky that her blessing of a daughter at least was safe. And it turned out she chose the right thing. Just as long as her husband refrained from hurting her daughter, everything would be just fine...

"I love you mommy." The little girl spoke to her mother, still flashing that innnocent, loving smile.

The mother's smile reappeared, the real one, and she spoke back to her daughter, suddenly feeling very happy. "I love you too, Crystal."

Crystal's eyes drowsily opened up to be greeted by pitch black darkness. Not a thing could be seen except the darkness...No light, no nothing. Immediately, panic overcame her being. Where was she? At her house, where her mother was awaiting for her so she could get her 'revenge', or was she somewhere else, at a strangers? Half of her hoped she was at her mothers. At least she would know where to attempt escape at and know who was who. But then again, the other half hoped she was at a strangers, so she could be away from the wrath of her obviously enraged mother.

She could tell she was lying down on a very uncomfortable bed. Who the heck slept in this piece of junk?

It suddenly registered to her that her arms were numb as a could be. A tighteness surrounded her small wrists. She attempted to move her arm, but it could hardly move a length. She was handcuffed to the bedpost. Crap. She couldn't escape now...No, no! She surely was going to die, she could feel it deep inside the pit of her stomach. Noone would, or could, help her. Chris and their friends were gone somewhere, probably out in the mountains, knowing them. She felt so utterly alone and most of all, hopeless...

Should she scream for help? No, no, that would be the most foolish thing to do. But what could she do besides that? Nothing really...Except wait until her demise.

Out of nowhere, Crystal suddenly remembered her dream before she had awoken. Her mom...If only. Oh, if only her mother had not changed, and had still been the loving mother she had been back in the days...Ever since the day her mother had changed, she had felt an empty spot somewhere inside her. She really did have a connection with her mother back then, when she was way younger. She wished so badly that her mother would just stop this nonsense and be the same way she used to be. Crystal, little did she know, really needed her mother in these later days.

Just remembering the fun loving times with her mother caused her eyes to water up...just threatening to get her to cry again. No, she refused to ever cry again. She had vowed to, after all. She would make sure she kept that vow, too. After all, she was a woman of her word.

Crystal managed to push the tears back inside her, deep down in, which little did she know she would regret later on in the future...

Suddenly, light footsteps could be heard from what might be considered a hallway. They caused Crystal's fragile, bruised, and beaten body to tense in fear and anticipation as to who would walk through the door and light up the room. The footsteps suddenly were quiet. Whoever it was had reached their destination.

Taking in a breathe, the door slowly creeked open to reveal a woman- her mother. It wasn't very light in the hallway either, so a shadow was cast upon her once beautiful and lively face. Crystal could not make out her expression, but she was almost sure it wasn't a nice one. What she could make out , however, was a bloodstain and bruise on her mother's face. It was probably from the fight a couple days ago, or however long ago it had been.

Her mother walked in the room, and flicked the light on, shutting the door behind her. Now Crystal could fully make out her mother's appearence. She wore the same clothes as before, which were dirty as could be. It took Crystal a minute to realize her mother held a beer bottle in her right hand, half empty. Her mother was probably drunk...So there would be no use in trying to convince her mother whatsoever now...No hope.

"Where in the world have you two been for these past days?" Her mother asked in a strangely calm voice as she looked down at her helpless daughter.

Crystal gulped lightly, and let out a sigh. "Hiding, i guess."

"From what?" Her mother asked.

"You guys." Crystal responded quite bluntly.

"That's what i thought..And you were afraid of the consequences, weren't you? You purposely killed him!" Her mother's sound of voice drastically changed into a growl.

"No mom! I didn't mean to! He was trying to-" Crystal was cut off by her mother who had leaned down and slapped her in the face.

"Don't back talk me! I am your mother, respect my authority!" Her mother demanded.

"I'm sorry!" Crystal apologized as she winced in pain from the sting left on her cheek. "I was just trying to explain!"

Her mother did not hesitate to slap her in the face again, this time harder than the first one. It seemed as if her mother was holding back some force because Crystal could remember in her countless previous beatings that her mother had slapped her with much more force than now. Was she purposely holding back? Or just not feeling herself today? A red tint began to form on her already bruised and battered face.

"I could care less whether or not your trying to explain yourself! I told you to not disrespect me! I am your mother, therefore you should listen to what i say!" Surprisingly her mother had not screamed yet. Crystal guessed she was wrong about her mother being drunk.

Crystal remained quiet this time instead of trying to apologize. There was no use in it anyhow.

"Good girl." Her mother smiled maliciously; pleased that her daughter had shut up. "It's finally seeped through that thick head of yours."

Her mother smiled sickly, and sat herself down next to her daughter. She placed her hand on the top of her daughter's head, patting it in false affection. Crystal knew it wasn't real affection, even if her mother had never even pretended to be affectionate for years. Was her mother mocking her?

Her mother was silent for a few moments, and gazed into her daughter's still beautiful icy blue eyes. It wasn't a loving gaze sadly. It was a twisted, crazily sick expression on her face. What was she planning?

"It's a shame you had to kill your father like that. We could have started over and been a happy family again..." Her mother drifted off, taking her sights off her daughter and looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

Crystal's heart was pounding against her chest. She was so nervous. She was afraid she would make the wrong move or do something wrong to cause her mother to lose her calm state. Plus, her mother still had the beer bottle in her hand. It was glass, so she didn't feel like being bashed in the head right now.

Her mother turned her sights back to Crystal. "So you have nothing to say?" She spoke assumingly.

She had to reply, or else she would get her mother started up worse. "W-what do you mean mom?"

"You sound scared." Her mother laughed at her lowly for a split second. "What are you afraid of?"

She was digging herself a deeper hole with each response. There was no way she was going to get off easy, obviously. "Nothing."

Her mother jerked the hand that she had placed on top of her daughter's head back a bit and thrust her open palm into the back of Crystal's head, bashing it hurtfully. But once again, it wasn't full force. That didn't stop it from hurting like a mother, though.

Crystal scrunched her eyes shut in pain and and grit her teeth, trying to absorb the pain throbbing through her head now so she wouldn't say anything to make her mother hit her again. She knew she couldn't totally avoid getting hit, but she could avoid getting hit less by cooperating. She knew that if she had defended herself like she really wanted to, her mother probably would be hurting her much worse than what was happening now. All this so far was more like a warning compared to all the other tremendous stuff her mother had done in the past.

"Don't lie to me, Crystal. I'm your mother, I should know if your afraid of something by now." Her mother spoke in an oddly low voice.

What the heck could she tell her mother? No matter what she said she'd take a hit for it. It was so unfair! She wanted to say something that would make her mother enraged, but she had better control that of to tell her mother what she wanted to say. Some things were better left unspoken when it came to her mother.

"Don't tell me, your afraid I'll hurt you? That's it, isn't it? Huh?" Her mother jumped to conclusions accusingly. Though she was right. "You should have thought about that before you killed your father!"

She shouldn't deny it. "Yea, your right. But who wouldn't be?" She kind of blurted out the last part.

"You have a point, but that still doesn't justify you killing your father." Her mother amazingly agreed with her for once. "You should be on your knees thanking me that i haven't already done what i intended on doing the second i came in here."

A sudden urge to settle things...all this raging war between her only parent left her feeling the need for her mother. She wished so utterly bad her mother loved her. Sure, Crystal had said many of times to her mother that she hated her, which half of her did. The other half, she finally had come to find out wanted her mother's love that every young girl wants and needs from their mother.

"Can we please forget this mom?" Crystal spoke up in a deeply emotional, pleading voice. "Don't you hate this? Why can't it be like the old times, back when we had a relationship?"

Her mother didn't say a thing this time surprisingly. She had opened her mouth for a smart response, but could find nothing to fire back with this one, rare moment. Maybe what Crystal said made sense to her mother? Usually her mother would have easily found a response, but not this time. Oh how Crystal hoped and prayed her mother would reach an understanding with her. She wanted her real mother back so bad. The one that had been missing for ten years straight, ever since that one destructive day (the first chapter of the story, they were five then). The expression on her mothers face had changed to a spacey one, as if she were remembering something from long ago.

A little girl walked down a hardly lit hallway and into her mother's bedroom. The girl looked to be frightened as could be, and shivering due to it being winter and no heater in the house. She could hardly see in her mother's room, but instinctivly knew where the bed was and how to safely get to it.

She reached out her delicate hand and poked her mother, who was lying on her side facing where her daughter was standing, half asleep. "Mommy.."

It took a moment for the mother to respond. "Yes, honey?" The mother spoke in a sleepy, groggy voice.

"Can I sleep with you tonight? I'm cold and scared..." The little girl responded innocently.

If there would have been any light in the room you would have seen a loving, motherly smile appear on the mother's face as she picked her daughter up onto her bed and helped her get tucked into the bed comfortably.

"Thanks, mommy. I love you." The little spoke happily.

"I love you too, baby. Let's get some sleep now before the sun comes up."

Where was the girl's father, and not to mention, her brother? The little girl would never find out, not even in her teen years. Little did she know, her brother was taking a horrible beating tonight.

Suddenly, Crystal heard loud footsteps pounding at the floor which caused her mother to be jarred out of whatever she was remembering. The footsteps ceased, and the door flung open to reveal Chase, and her fathers two other buddies, including the man who knocked her to the ground earlier that day. They all walked in, and all that could fit sat on the bed except Chase, who instead leaned against the wall facing the bed, so he was looking at Crystal dead in the face. He no doubt was waiting for a show to happen so he could enjoy the pain Crystal was sure to recieve.

"You haven't even laid a hand on her?" Chase exclaimed, amazed. "What's up with you?!"

Her mother looked not as hard as before suddenly. It was like Crystal had hit the right spot...but all that chance of having her mother return was about to go down the trash as her mother responded.

"Maybe we should just leave her in here?"

"Why in the world would we do that and not get to see her suffer some more?" Chase replied back.

"..." Her mother responded only with silence. Obviously she wasn't feeling aggresive anymore towards her daughter at the moment.

"She deserves to be punished. She killed your husband, the only one that loved you! The only person you had to comfort you is gone, out of your life because of this girl! Are you going to go easy on this criminal?! Don't let her go unpunished!" Chase attempted to fire her mother up again, which he obviously succeeded.

"You have a point." Her mother agreed, looking down at her daughter.

"Don't be a fool...Don't let that girl fool you, Marie. She only cares about herself and how shes gonna get away from you." Chase spoke again.

An angry expression slowly took form on her mother's face as she glared at her daughter, now not so softly this time. "Your right." Her voice shook with anger.

Angered and feeling hatred flaring up towards Chase, Crystal spoke up loudly. "Shut up!! You freaking liar!!"

"She wouldn't be so mad, Marie, if i were lying." Chase convinced her mother.

"Why don't you shutup?!" Her mother snapped way louder than ever, bashing her fist into her daughter's chin.

"Mom, plea-"

Crystal hurt so much from her mother's punch that she did not know how to express her pain. All she did was scrunch up her eyes and grit her teeth in agony. It was a good thing she didn't scream because she did not want to give them the satisfaction of hearing her in pain.

"You know what her problem is? She don't know when to shutup, that's what. If she would just listen, she could be avoiding damaging that beautiful face of hers." Chase commented nonchalently.

"Yea, i agree. Before you three came in she was actually starting to grasp it and shutup when i wanted her to." Her mother replied back.

"Will you two please leave it to Marie n' me?" Chase turned his direction to the two men.

"Sure" One of the men agreed and the two of them walked out the door and shut it behind them.

Crystal felt such a deep hatred towards Chase right now. Whatever chance she had with her mother was now over and done with. He had always been the one to the ruin things. So what could she expect out of a man that had already stolen her parents from her? Nothing good out of him, that was for sure. She wished so bad that she could castrate him. Just to see him suffer for one time in his life for all the strife he had caused her and her brother..Feeling rather bold, she opened up her eyes and stared Chase dead in his cold, icy eyes. She didn't know what she was doing it for, because there was no gain in doing so. Only negative could come out of staring him down, but she just felt compelled to.

"What you lookin' at?" Chase sounded awefully playful for some reason, who was returning her staredown.

"Your ugly face." Crystal insulted bravely. "How can you get around in public with that thing attached to you without feeling embarassed?"

Chase laughed off her attempt to make a dig. "Because i know i got you." He winked, and almost immediately Chase burst into a short fit of laughter. He didn't mean nothing by it, really. He just thought it would be the only good response.

Crystal narrowed her eyebrows at Chase in resentment. Once he shut his trap up, she responded. "I can't explain with words alone how much i hate you." The words seethed out her.

"Wah, wah. Why would I care?" Chase mocked her, pretending to wipe away a fake tear from his face.

"Because it's one more person to watch your back for." Crystal responded intelligently.

"Hah, your only a girl. I don't need to worry about you." Chase shook off her response. "You have a lot of guts to say that, you know? Your the one tied down. We could kill you right now if we wanted to. Your life is in your mother and I's hands. So you better watch yourself, Crystal."

Crystal chuckled lowly for a brief moment and spoke. "Hah, my lifes the only thing left to threaten me with. Well, besides my brother. But thank God he isn't anywhere nearby."

"Your right, thank God your brother is not here with us or I'd choke the life out of him." Chase grinned at her crazily.

"Last time i checked he was the one that was choking the life out of you when he beat the mess out of you those couple days ago." Crystal shot a low blow at him. "Your not that strong. If you were, you wouldn't ever have hit me. Or be planning to hit me, as a matter of fact." She had no clue where she was getting all this inner will power and strength to say this, but it sure felt good; no matter how bad the consequences might be for saying all this.

Obviously, what Crystal had said got to him, because he walked over to the end of the bed and jumped on it.

"What are you doing?" Her mother asked, sounding aggitated.

He did not respond, and while standing on the bed, he walked over to Crystal and looked down at her with his arms crossed. A nasty smile was on his face. What was he going to do?

"Don't do that, it only makes you look even uglier." Crystal commented smartly.

Chase squatted down and leaned his forehead against Crystal's, staring her in the eyes challengingly. "We'll see who is ugly after i'm done with you babe." He said to aggravate her.

Her mother got off the bed and leaned against the door while she stood back and watched the show. "Don't kill her. I want my turn too, ya' know." She informed.

Chase did not respond, and instead stuck his tongue out and licked her lips to gross her out. Disgusted, Crystal did the only thing she could do. Bite the mess out of that thing! Chase growled in agonizing pain as Crystal's latched on even harder than in the beginning. Blood poured from his mouth and out onto his chin. Desperately, he raised his right fist and slammed it into Crystal's head. She let go of his tongue, and grunted in pain as blood seeped from her forehead slightly. Scowling in pain, Chase jumped off the bed and landed on the floor, almost falling on his behind. In agony, he put the back of his hand up against his mouth and wiped away the blood. After a few more seconds of the pain dying down, he turned his attention back to Crystal.

"That was one of the most stupidest things you could have ever done." Her mother commented briskly, crossing her arms.

"And that was also one of the stupidest things she could have ever done." Chase voice could give off his seething rage that was about to be unleashed on the totally defenseless Crystal.

Crystal swallowed hard in anticipation, fear overcoming her for the first time in awhile since it had been just her and her mother in the room. She knew she was in for the beating of her lifetime. Chase walked up the side of the bed where she was tied down, and bent downward to speak in her ear.

"YOUR GONNA WISH YOU NEVER DID THAT!!!" He had screamed so loud in her ear it hurt. She flinched and shut her eyes tight to try to stand it.

Snatching the beer bottle from her mother, who looked at him in surprise for taking it so rudely, reached out and grabbed onto Crystal's mouth, forcing it open. Tipping the beer bottle, liquid poured into her mouth. In desperation, Crystal could only swallow and swallow until the bottle was emptied.

"Are you gonna' get her drunk or something?" Her mother asked curiously.

"Yea." Chase answered shortly. "Get me some more if you will, please?"

"Sure." Her mother opened the door and shut it behind her to go get some more beer.

"Whoah! Someone does live up here!! Lets get the heck outta here!!" Chris exclaimed in shock, his heart beginning to race.

"You can leave, but we're staying! This is too fun!" Teresa declined, and so did the others obviously as they just backed a few feet away from the doors as they heard the old man walking fast pace towards the door.

"Something bad is about to happen! Please, come on let's go!" Chris begged them one last time before he realized it was useless, and he turned the other way and ran down towards his motorcycle.

Just as he started to run, Chris heard the doors bust open. Out of curiousity, he turned around and noticed a powerful gun in held in his hand, ready to fire. The man was wearing a lab coat, and had a white beard and mustache. He was bald on his head though. Wrinkles were all over his face. He must have been a real old man. And it also hit him that this rumor they had heard was true. He was farther away from the old man then the rest of the others, so maybe he could quietly slip away...

"Do you know what i am trying to do, here, any of you?!" The man shouted in an enraged tone of voice.

None of them answered at first, until the old man pointed the gun at Chase's face, threatening to shoot. "Do you?!" He demanded.

Chase's eyes widened in fear. "N-no sir."

"Do you have any idea how you have distracted me?! It was so close! And you brats ruined it!!" The old man rambled on.

"We're sorry, sir. We won't bother you again, we swear!" Teresa chipped in, her voice shaking with fear.

The man turned to face Teresa, and did not even give her a chance, as he fired the gun, and the bullet fired right through where her heart was located. Instantly she fell on her back, blood seeping out.

Chris dared not even breath, so he held in his breathe. He was so afraid, but sure he was going to get shot. If only, oh if only he had not stopped to see what was going on. He could tell Chase wanted to fall to the ground and hold Teresa in his arms and tell her she would survive, but he didn't want her to see him get shot.

"Now...Hmmm. You." The old man spoke up, pointing his gun towards Chris. "Come here, or i'll shoot."

Chris was so nervous that his knees were shaking. In fact, his whole body was shaking with fear. But he still managed to walk over to the old man.

The man did not say anything, but instead raised the gun above Chris's head and thrust it down upon his head, knocking him out almost at immediate contact. He fell to the ground in a heap, with blood slowly oozing out his head.

"Have fun in hell." The old man said to others, quickly firing a bullet at each of them, not missing a single person.

They all fell to the ground, blood pouring out of them where ever they had been shot at. The old man smiled in accomplishment. "Perfect." He spoke as he looked down at Chris and drug him into his laboratory.

Disclaimer:D Don't worry, Crystal will escape. But i myself have yet to confirm how. Please review and tell me how you liked this chapter. I think i might write another story after this one about love- Krillin and Android 18. I myself am in love, so now i know how it feels to love someone. So i can describe it lots better! I might just pick with 'Can you see through the eyes of ice?' Or whatever it's called, i forgot the whole thing. Well, please review. The next chapter will probably be the last.