I do not own battle force 5 but I do own my Oc Aria and any other Oc's I create
A special thank you to my sole reviewer K13, who Aria will now bake cookies for lolz.
Chapter two
The sun rose into the sky and flooded into Aria bedroom because she had left her curtains open the night before.
Aria groaned and rolled out of bed so she hit the floor with a thud after laying there for about three seconds she heard her father call her name.
"Aria come down stairs please" he called.
This was strange because it rarely happened that her father added the word please to the end of his sentences but whatever put him in a good mood was enough to make her edgy.
Aria slowly walked down the stairs without so much as a sound, it was a skill she learned while sneaking out of the house.
When Aria reached the bottom of the stairs she could smell the wonderful smell of her father's pancakes.
Aria slowly walked into the kitchen she was still trying to figure out the idea of why he was so happy.
"Good morning Aria sleep well" asked her father.
Aria nodded before answering "yes father, did you sleep well".
Her father was a well built man in his late thirty's, when he was sober the barricade holding back his anger was thin at the best of times but when he was drunk he became abusive.
"Yes I did Aria and I was thinking that maybe we could go on a day trip to the Zoo" he asked.
Even though she was this man's own flesh and blood he was more of a stranger to her than anything else.
"Yes father I would like that very much" Aria pretended to put on a fake smile.
Her father saw right through her he knew how much he had hurt her but even when he was sober he could not hold back his anger.
"You're lying" he roared
Aria gasped as her father bolted for her but Aria was one step ahead of him as she ran out of the door and scrambled to find the key to her bike.
Aria opened the garage door she could hear her father's steps getting closer to her.
Aria started put the key in the ignition.
Once
Twice
Three times
Her bike wouldn't start.
It was too late anyway her father closed the garage door and Aria climbed of her bike.
Her father had trapped her.
He grabbed the scruff of her neck and dragged her back inside the house.
Three hours later
Aria sat in her bedroom nursing to her wounds and her pride it wasn't the physical abuse that wore her down it the verbal kind that wore he down mentally.
Aria looked up at the clock from the huddled position she was in it chimed telling her that it was about twelve in the afternoon.
The only move that Aria made was to grab her duvet of her bed and wrap it around herself and squeezed her eyes shut as if it would take away the pain she had endured.
With battle force five
"I can't believe that girl doesn't she know who she's dealing with" complained Stanford.
"Obviously not" replied Zoom who was fixing the flat tire on the Chopper.
Stanford scoffed before walking away.
Back with Aria
Aria woke suddenly and whipped her head around at the sound of a loud bang hitting the floor downstairs.
She slowly got up from where she had been lying on the floor for the past twelve hours
Aria unlocked her bedroom door without so much as a squeak she crept quietly down the hall hoping that her father was asleep somewhere.
Before she could sneak out she had to get herself cleaned up first.
Once in the bathroom Aria turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm before peeling of her clothing and stepping into the mini waterfall.
The warm water felt good on Aria's tense muscles as it ran over her skin but she wished that all her troubles would run down the drain just like the water
After about twenty minutes Aria had finished her shower she was now back in her bedroom deciding what to wear.
Even with her minimal choice of clothing Aria always found a stylish or interesting way to piece together something new with her clothes.
In the end she had chosen combat jeans with black knee length boots a white tank top and a black hoodie.
Last but not least she went over to her mirror her face had small cuts and grazes nothing major and could be easily coved up with congealer and foundation.
This she did in a matter of minutes and she also put a thick line of eye liner around her eyes.
Aria made sure that she was extra quite when she went down the stairs, at the bottom the strong smell of alcohol was almost overpowering, glancing left she saw her father passed out on the couch like most nights.
Before she left Aria put the half empty bottles of whatever it was he was drinking back in the cabinet and then put the empty ones in the trash.
Aria skilfully unlatched the door to the garage and found her key that she had dropped behind the tins of paint.
The key slid into the ignition.
The engine roared to life on the first try.
"Typical, it works when want it to but not when I need it to" thought Aria to herself.
Her bike was her mother's it had been passed down to her when she went missing.
Aria drove the bike to the pass it only took her a few minutes but it felt like an eternity to her, this was one of the few nights that she could actually be free from her father.
When Aria climbed of her mother's bike she was immediately pulled into a loving embrace.
"Good to see you again" said the voice.