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Safe Haven: Chapter Six

Chava's POV

Voices fill my head as I wake up from my nightmare. For the past few, what days? Hours? Minutes?, I have been having the same nightmare I have had for years over and over again.

It starts off with me, when I am seven, and my biological mother running around and playing in some bright sunny field. She is chasing me around with her long dark brown flowing behind her and a big smile on her face. I know. Cliche, right? Anyways, it suddenly gets really dark and dreary. A man that looks kind of like my mother grabs me from behind while another grabs mummy.

She is screaming and yelling my name, trying to get away from the man. I am thrown in this big bag and the next thing I know, I am in a strange house. I look through all the rooms, searching for her and crying out her name.

Right when I get to the room at the end of the hall, Mrs. Miller opens up that door and shoves me inside it. Mr. Miller is standing there beating my mum with the metal pipe. He swings around when he hears me and rushes towards me with an evil grin. Just before he gets to me, I see her. Her chest isn't moving and her eyes are staring straight at me. Again, I cry out her name, but when I do, Mr. Miller pulls up the pipe and swings it towards my head. Then all goes black or I wake up. But this time, it repeats itself over and over again. Until now.

You might be wondering why I have this dream, but it is kind of my life story. I am abused by my adoptive parents. Usually, he does the work while she sits there watching and laughing. But, sometimes she isn't there. That's when I get the worst punishment. When this happens, she is gone and he is drunk. Now, I really hope that you are getting what I am saying when I say worst punishment because I really don't want to explain it.

Anywho, when I was maybe six and a half, I asked who my mother was and where she was at. Somehow, I just knew that they weren't my parents. Hint, hint, the picture I had with me. And they said that she died when I was born. They said that I was the one who caused it too because she died during childbirth. I have never really forgiven myself for that because if I wouldn't have killed her, we would have been a nice family and her parents would still have her.

Well, after the day I asked them about my birth mother is when they started abusing me. Ever since then, I have had to be perfect because if I messed something up, I was beaten. Even if I didn't mess something up, I was beaten for the fun of it. Everything that I did had to be perfect. That is why I can speak thirty-two different languages. Woah, wait. Hold the phone. Thirty-two! Yes, Thirty-two, but if it helps any, I am only fluent in ten. I am a translator for the head honchos of the world. I have translated meetings for the Queen, President Obama, and others. Of course, I never meet them. My "parents" do. I just do all the work. So if I don't do it right, guess what is coming for me! Abuse! Yay! Not.

I also have to be perfect at everything I try. I have to get first place at every dance competition, whether it's ballet, contemporary, lyrical, jazz, pointe, hip hop, or the defined dances (salsa, tango, etc.). I also have to get every lead role in the musicals I audition for. I have to win every singing, piano, and any other instrument I play, competition. Yup. Winning is "my" life goal. More like the Miller's goal. Are you starting to get my life now and how those people terrorized it?

Now that I have told you most of my life story, let's get back to the fact that I am waking up to pain that feels like knives repeatedly stabbed into your skin. And, yeah, I know what that feels like. That was day, what, two-hundred forty-seven when I was ten. Yes, I know what happened every day I got beat up. Anyways, I am starting to hear that familiar beeping that tells me that I have once again landed myself in a hospital. Of course, I wouldn't expect anything else.

But, wait, who are these people that I am hearing? I haven't heard them at Bethesda before. Maybe they are new. Huh. That's weird. The lady sounds like she's crying and mumbling something. Can you hear that?

"Tony. It has been nineteen days. I don't think I can take it anymore," the woman says.

Take what anymore? What is this pity yourself day? I am the one who has been repeatedly abused! 'Chava! Don't be mean! You don't know who she is or what she's been through! She could have been abused just like you!'

Sorry, Conscience. I guess you're right. But still!

'No but stills from you missy! I don't want to hear it!'

Okay, okay! Sorry! (You guys must be enjoying the show right now.)

"Shh, Zi. It's okay. She'll wake up. Don't worry," the guy, Tony, says.

Wait. Are they talking about me?

"Tony, I have missed so much of her life. When they told me that she died, I had only held her once, I only got to hold her once, and I was heartbroken. Now, I finally get her back from the dead, so to speak, and she might just be taken away again. I can't go through that a second time. I need my Ava back. I-I need-d h-her b-back-k."

Ava? Dead? Missed so much of her life?

"She'll pull through, Ziva. She is your daughter after all," Tony states jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Daughter?

"W-when they s-said that she was-s dead-d, I gave-e her my old-d Star o-of David necklace and-d a p-picture of her and I in the h-hospital. What i-if she h-hates me for n-not knowing she w-was alive, T-tony?"

Picture and Star of David necklace? I have those two things from my mother.

"She won't hate you, Ziva. She will love you. And you will love her. Okay?"

Mum?

A.N. I like this chapter a lot. I love the sarcasm and how you could hear what Tony and Ziva were talking about. Also, I really don't want to do all of the nineteen days when Chava was out so when it is needed, there will be flashbacks. I also want to say that I have many more ideas for this story and I have an idea for the next story i will be writing! It is going to be Tiva, of course, but that's all I can tell you!Thank you soo soo sooooo much for the awesome reviews and for all the favorites and followers I have gotten! I have been jumping up and down all day because of these! Hugs for everyone!