[A/N: The slanted italics part in the middle is a memory for you readers, enjoy~~hope you like this chapter*]
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`I tried my best to stay warm, clutching the blue robe tighter to my body. Seriously, I looked like a mental patient that had just escaped from Arkham or something. Not a good thing. The rain was coming down and I was getting all wet. This set a scowl of annoyance on my lips, I slipped one hand out to wipe at my face. My mascara that I had been wearing was running now down my face slightly, making long streaks of black probably. Three streaks as I traced them, the black staining on my finger tips there.
I tucked the hand back underneath as I hugged myself, walking down the sidewalk there. My bare-feet were probably bruised and slightly cut due to the gravel rocks everywhere. My tongue flicked out and licked my lips once more before sliding back into my mouth, I hadn't noticed this until a moment later. As if I had done it on impulse. Odd.
It was starting to rain ice, which wasn't a good thing cause that made the stuff I walked on slippery and I'd fall or trip, and stuff. Stupid ice. But it was fun to munch on for fun sometimes! I nearly growled under my breath then in annoyance.
The areas behind my ears were hurting and the side of my head was too, the pain from my nose had stopped now. There were hidden bruises under this hospital robe and nightgown. Had the Doctors and nurses seen? Would they report it? That didn't matter though...not right now at least. There was a burning sensation on my neck now, then I slumped to the side, luckily there was a wall there and I slid down to the ground, still hugging myself. Hair plastering to my face and my stomach was churning, I was getting queazy. My eye lids fluttered slightly...
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"I do all the work here!" Jessie Hilton's adoptive father yelled loudly, slamming his fist down on a table, making glass plates fall off the table and shatter loudly into thousands of pieces on the ground. Jessica's adotive mother was on the ground now, a nasty bruise forming on her right cheek now. Five year old Jessie was watching from afar, in the living room around a corner, poking her little head out.
"I—I'm sorry." Her mother muttered, her voice breaking in fear as Jessie's adoptive dad moved around the table, nearly flipping it over as he neared the woman on the ground. Grabbing her by her hair and slinging her back down to the ground with his fist. Was this how a 'real' man acted? Did it make him feel like one? Why was it that...men always seemed to cause pain? That's what little Jessie was silently wondering over there as she watched in horror. Watching...seeing how daddy abused mommy.
"Who pays the bills?! Huh?!" He slugged her again, this time mommy didn't sit back up but just laid there sprawled out on the floor sobbing loudly, her hair plastered against her face as tears streamed down her cheeks, following onto her faded blue dress. Anger in his eyes as he had his right hand in the form of a fist. He hovered over his wife, whom was still on the ground sobbing.
"Leave Mommy alone!" Jessie screamed as she ran out from around the corner, standing in the middle of the living room. Her blond hair over her shoulders, hiding her left eye as she wore her nightgown that had pretty flowers on it, nice violet and white. She was barefoot as well.
Her father's eyes widened in shock at first before he snapped his gaze over to Jessie, her mother's head turned too; both staring at Jessie in shock and fear at the same time.
"Jessie...No..." Her mother sobbed, her eye lids fluttering shut as she cried, hoping her daughter would run to her room now. Away from this monster.
"Jessie." Her father neared her now, away from his wife towards the girl "How long have you been spyin' on Daddy and Mommy, princess?" He was getting so close and little Jessie was getting scared by the second, backing up away from her 'Daddy'. Her sparkling brown eyes dazzled in fear as they widened, her ruby colored lower lip trembling slightly now. Her tiny hands forming into fists, but were shaking. That's when 'Daddy' lunged at her and she dashed to the left, running around the couch and down the hallway but Daddy caught her right away.
"Princess, don't run from Daddy." Then he yelped in pain, dropping the child, whom landed harshly on the ground, whimpering in pain "You little brat!" Blood dripped from the wound on his right hand and down to the carpet hallway floor. Sh—She bit him! That little defying child. But then Little Jessie scurried to her feet and ran full speed to her bedroom as her Daddy was hot on her heels, so to speak. But her bedroom door had already slammed and was lock. She backed away from it as she saw the wooden door start to shake now, Daddy's fist was banging on it from the other side violently. She could hear Mommy's sobs getting louder, did the nice lady down in the apartment across theirs hear? Jessie really hoped she did. Then she and Mommy could go and live somehwere else...far away from mean Daddy.
"Jessie, open up this damn door, girl!" He yelled, the door shaking even more rapidly now "Don't make Daddy really upset with you, Princess. Daddy only wants to see you smile, sweetheart...Open. The. Door." He whispered darkly, knowing she could hear him. Little five year old Jessie dashed over into a corner, dragging her purple blankie with her too. Wrapping herself with it so she was warm, just staring at the rattling door, tuning out Daddy's mean words now. She bit her lower lip as her eye lids drooped slightly, her hands shaking. The poor thing was still trembling in fear. Why couldn't he just leave? Didn't Mr. Falcone and Mr. Garcia say he'd disappear if he stayed the way he was? Hmm. Daddy hurt Mommy. Daddy hurt her. That's all Daddy knew how to do...hurt people...
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Now, after coming back into reality I could hear noises flooding my ears. Was that a police siren? I looked then with my blurred vision through the rain and ice down the street there. Maybe that was Gordon and his men...of course. Then my eye lids fluttered shut once more.
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