Written By: xxPyRaxx

Chapter Three

Punishment

The first sense that came to her was hearing. She heard soft talking and that freaked her out.
Her eyes snapped open and she pushed her self up in a sitting position. She hissed when she felt a stinging in her side,
"Whoa, it's okay" a soft friendly voice "Lay back down" and she felt a pair of gentle hand push her back down.
"No, no!" she yelled as she fought to stay sitting up.
"Calm down, it's okay. You're going to be fine" the voice said again. She finally noticed that the voice was a young boy's of about her age.
She looked over and found boy with short blond hair and hazel-green eyes holding her down.
She seemed to feel less tense under his soft touch and she suck back down.
"W-who are you?" she asked quietly.
"The name's Dean. Dean Winchester" the boy answered "And you?"

"Jacklynn. Jacklynn Montgomery" she breathed through the pain "W-where am I?"
"The school's office. Those boys really did a number on you, the bruise on your eye looks real painful" Dean answered.
Jacklynn shook her head in disagreement "They didn't give me the black eye" she told him.
"Who did?" Dean asked.
Before she could answer the nine-year old boy poked his head in "Can I come in now?"
"Yeah you can come in now" Dean told the boy who came in "Jacklynn, this is my little brother Sammy. Sammy, this Jacklynn."
"Hi" the boy named Sammy said.
"Hi" she said "You know you guys can call me either Jack or Jackie if you want."
"I like Jackie" Sammy announced.
"My dad used to call me that" she said with a small sad smile.
"Used to?" Dean questioned.
"He hasn't called me that in a very long time" she told them "I just miss it."
"Doesn't your mom call you that?" Sammy asked.
"I don't know who my mother is" she confessed "I never met her before."
"Really? That must be awful" Dean said.
"I never knew my mom either" Sam told her "She died when I was only baby."
"I'm sorry to hear that" she sympathized.
One of the school nurses came into the room "Jacklynn, you're father is here to take you home" she told Jack.
Jack gulped "O-okay" she frowned and hopped off the bed, wincing when she landed. If her ribs hurt now, she would really be sore when she got home.
"You okay?" Dean asked as he helped her stay up.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine " she hissed and started walking out the office "Bye guys."

She saw her dad in the office with his big fake smile on his face.
"Oh baby, are you okay?" he said as he came up to her "Come on honey, Daddy with take you home where you can have a nice long nap."
Dean and Sam followed behind her and watched as her father gripped her arm rather hard, and took her out of the school. By the grip on Jack's arm, Dean didn't like the way how Jack flinched at her father's touch. He was getting bad vibes from that guy.

As soon as Jack and her father was out of the front doors of the school her father "Just wait until we get home you little piece of shit!" and he almost threw her into the passenger seat of the van and climbed in the driver's side.
"When we get home I'm gonna beat you so hard that you wished you were dead!" he shouted as he drove down the streets.
"I'm sorry" she apologized quietly.
"Sorry? You're sorry? Oh just you wait until we get home, than you'll be sorry" he hissed.

After her father parked the van, he yanked open the passenger side door and pulled her into the house where she called 'HELL'.
As soon as the front door slammed shut, her father slapped her across the face.
"You are so weak" he abused "I'm ashamed to call you my daughter!" and he slapped her across the face harder sending her head to the side and a red hand mark on her cheek. He than punched her in the stomach not once, not twice, not three time but four times. She doubled over in pain. She felt tears fall down her face.
She felt his fingers curl around the roots of her hair and than her head being jerked up. She winched as she felt some of her hair leave her scalp.
"It's a good thing you're mother isn't here to see how pathetic, It's you're fault she left me. You just had to be born didn't you? You piece of worthless shit. Stay here" he let her hair go and went to the living room to get something. That gave Jack sometime to catch her breath. When he came back, her eyes widened in complete horror when she saw what was in his hands.
"N-no Daddy don't" she pleaded as more tears came down from her puffy red eyes "I-I'll be good. I promise. I'll do anything just please don't."
But no matter how hard she pleaded, it was ignored.
Her father just tied her wrists together with tough scratch rope and gagged her with a dirty dish cloth before picking her up and dragging her over to the attic. She tired to protest though the gag but it was muffed. She shook her head with wide eyes. He dumped his daughter on the floor of the attic and locked the door. She screamed thought her gag but her father couldn't hear her. She banged her hands on the wooden floor as more tears came pouring down her face. She hated this punishment. It was the worst one. She was terrified of the attic. But what scared her more was the dark. She was absolutely terrified of the dark! This is what her hell was like every single day.

She was surrounded by darkness. She hated the dark. She couldn't see a thing. There weren't even any windows in the attic. She felt as more tears ran down her swore cheeks. She didn't know how long it has been since her father locked her in here but it felt like hours. She sat against the attic wall, with her wrists still tied in front of her but she pulled off her gag a little while after she was locked in the room. Her whole body was sore from all the beatings that she got. With the little energy she had left she went on her hands and knees and banged down on the attic floor and yelled "Please Daddy, I'll do better. Please let me out" below and into the hallway of the house "I'm sorry, I'll be so much better, please. Pleas just let me out. I hate it in here!" But no matter how hard she yelled and pleaded to be let out of the room, she had to stay for god knows how long with out being fed.
When she didn't hear any movement from below she started to sob, she lay down on her side, curled in a foetal position and cried herself to sleep.

-Start of Dream-

"Jacklynn! Get your red headed self in here this second!" she heard her father scream from the bottom of the stairs. Within second a 5-year old version of Jack came down the stairs.
"Y-yes Daddy?" she asked like she's just been caught red handed with her little hand in a cookie jar.
"Get over here, I just lost my promotion and I need a punching bag" he yelled and pointed to the floor right in front of him. The look in his eyes she could tell that he was very upset.
"Yes Daddy" she responded. She bowed her head in shame as she climbed down the rest of the stair and stood in front of her dad, waiting for the contact. After a few seconds she felt it. Her dad backhanded her across the face, causing her head to snap the side and a large red spot on her cheek. She felt a familiar stinging of tears but she wouldn't let the fall, not yet anyway. The whole house grew silent and she waited for the rest of the beatings.
-End of Dream-

She felt her dad's fist collide with her gut for the 15th time and she fell onto her hands and knees, gasping for breath that she lost.
"Daddy, no more" she pleaded though the gasps of breath.
"I don't think so. I didn't get that promotion and it's your fault" he screamed as he undid his belt that held up his pants and put it around her neck "I'm gonna kill you for it!" and he began to strangle her around her neck.
"DADDY!" she squeaked when she felt the belt tighten around her. Her air supply was cut short and she started gasping for air. She tried to pull the belt loose but she couldn't. She was loosing air and fast. Her face began to burn red and her dad just tightened the belt more. Jack made a choking sound and still managed to struggle for breath. She was still on her knees. She gasped for air once more before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she passed