DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything, nothing is mine, just had this story stuck in my head for and decided to give it a try, hopefully I wont anger any one.
WARNING: Does have abuse that's why its Rated: M, but please be opened minded I know its really horrible but its all very important for this story. K also I'm mostly a x-men tas fan so I mostly know the storyline for that, which is why there's abuse in the beginning, and sorry if I don't get everything right don't be mad I'm just tryin. I just feel that comic verse is just the best to put this story on.

Chapter:1


Hot tears were streaming down her swollen bruised cheeks, stinging the cuts that were gashed open by her fathers sharp edged rings.

"Dah-Dahdy pleahse-" Her weak apologies could barely escape her sobs as another blow was directed at her.

His beatings grew worse and worse, shutting her swollen eyes she couldn't fight the darkness that over came her with that strong blow to the face.


Weakly her eyes struggled to open, her face felt horrible, hell she felt horrible. Her body ached from the beating her father gave her, while her face felt as though it were a flamed. Cautiously she felt the dried blood and tears that stained her swollen face.

Carefully and quietly the little girl struggled to lift herself. Once back on her on two feet she stumbled her way towards the bathroom. The reflection of the beatin child, didn't scare her as much as it used to, instead of feeling horrified and crying out loud like she used to from shock the child simply limbed towards the tub and began to cleanse herself. Besides she knew such outburst would only stir her father and cause him to punish her more.

Once cleaned of the stains and dressed she tended to her wounds. Sure they stung like hell, but that didn't stop her from attempting to heal herself and hoping to lessen the damage that had already begun to show.

Finished with properly disinfecting her wounds she limped towards her small room that once felt like it was her own but now left a presence of a jail cell just like the house itself. Stumbling inside, she let her weaken body collapse across her bed and allowed her small fearful mind to relax and wonder. Letting it wonder to the small 'what if's' that coulda been her life, then this place. She knew there had to be more then the constant beatings and punishments, but they wouldn't stop unless she tried and put a stop herself. She could only hope for better, but with hopefulness came the fear of the unknown. What if it was worse out there then in here, no that couldn't be possible could it. Then an even worse idea crossed her mind, where would she go. Her father told her many times that no one would want her, not even her own mother saying that was why she left him with her. Then there was the fear that someone would attempt to return her to him, that too scared her. "Naw, no way ah'm ah backin down of a few what f's, its nohw o' never!'

With the little flare of encouragement she forced her tired body to sit up right, and planned to go through the events in her mind, yes tonight would be the stop to all her torment, tonight she promised to escape this horrid nightmare from hell.

Sliding off her bed and grabbing a large bag the child began to fill it with all sorts of necessities clothes, toothbrush, hair brush, toothpaste, a bit of cash that she collected around the house when ever her father would drop or misplace them ,and a few other item. Confident on grabbing all items from upstairs she headed downstairs to make her escape.

Silently creeping through her house, she saw the exit just a few feet away. Taking one step towards it she was stopped by a snarl like noise, turning slowly towards the noise she saw her father passed out on the couch with bottles of liquor and drugs polluting the floor and air just like always. Serving as a reminder on what would happen if he so much as awoke, she bolted for the door.

Her small bruised hand reached out towards the brass rounded door knob, barely grazing the knob with her finger tips she was yanked back by the scruff of her hair. The girl screeched out an ear piercing scream as fear over took her.

With a strong force the meaty hand flung the smaller body across the room causing a loud crash to echo throughout the house followed by the pain of sobs.

She could hear his thunder like boots stomp towards her lifeless body but could do nothing to stand, she just felt so tired. Once close enough he seized her by her strange curly hair and dragged her upstairs, screaming and all. Once at her closed bedroom door, he through her at the door causing it to smash open due to her body force and land face first into her rugged floor.

She herd him slam her door and lock it from the other side, but didn't bother looking up, tomorrow he would thrash and yell, physically and mentally bringing her down. But for tonight he was to intoxicated and hadn't the energy to fully attack her. Shaking with rage she slowly urged her body to move and get up. She refused to accept this, this wasn't right! No one ever tried to stop this or take her away, even when she was younger she was foolish enough to believe that one day her daddy would realize this was wrong and stop and make things right, now she just saw how stupid she was being. No, the only way to actually end this had to be her actually trying to stop this.

Getting up she opened her old stale window, looking down she saw that there was an over grown bush. Swallowing hard she backed away and with all emotions blocked out, ran towards her window and jumped.

She felt the humid Mississippi air pass over her until she felt her body once again crash against the hard earth, only this time it was joined with rugged twigs and crunching leaves. Taking a deep breath and concentrating on her surroundings she couldn't suppress the smile that over took her, she was finally out and away from that madman, she finally took control and gained something very special, her freedom.

Without thinking twice the small child bolted towards the woods, not once looking back at her old prison.


The feeling of pricking twigs and pins couldn't stop the happy little figure running aimlessly through the woods, it seemed even the stinging gasps of breath that she took couldn't even make her halt. However once her tiny ears picked up the distant noise of a railroad it caused the tiny body to go into a full out sprint. She knew exactly her next step and it involved the first train ride out of here, so with her head held high she chased after the noise.

Once she caught the yellow hue in the distant and fog smoking up she knew she was on the right track. With the moon still high in the sky she knew she had a better chance on sneaking on, so sticking to the shadows the little girl silently crept her way towards the caboose of the train. Once close enough she jumped onto the first opening she could find. True it was darker in here then outside but that just meant no one would be able to spot her, and that seemed just fine to her. It took awhile but once she felt exhaustion taking over she also felt the rumble of the train coming to life, letting her know she was on her way out of here. This seemed to ease the small child to relax, eyes drooping she dragged herself to a small corner of the cargo and allowed herself to sleep for her new life ahead.


K So yea that's it for now writing more this minute was guna add more but thought it seemed to long already lemme know what ya think. Sorry if anything is miss spelled or oddly phased/worded.