p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: .5in;" align="center"span style="font-size: 36.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"strongI'm so sorry about the lack Doctor Who. The next chapter, I'll try to add more of it. I promise. But thank you so much for commenting on this. It means so much to hear what you think! Also, I may have to slow down on the chapters, but this story will not be abandoned./strong /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: .5in;" align="center"span style="font-size: 36.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"Chapter 5/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Not right now. Maybe later."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I'm your father. That was not asking permission."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""And I still said no. OK?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""What happened? You get a taste of freedom and you think you can talk to me like that?" He was getting really mad. It scared me./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""No. Nothing like that. I just wanted to be happy for a little bit longer before I get in trouble for the rest of my life as a minor." I was terrified./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I just want to talk. Deanna, Stay with Dean please. Come on." Deanna nodded and went in. Fred dragged me by the arm. I was so terrified it wasn't even funny. I looked back Dean who looked like he was about to start a fight. I just shook my head. He understood, but I knew he was preparing for the worse./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"Fred dragged me to the backside of the hotel. No one could see if he was going to beat me or not./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""You stupid, arrogant girl." HE slapped me on my left cheek. Then he grabbed me by sleeves of my dress. "You know better than to run away like that. People will find out. I will go to prison. Do you want that? Do you want me to go to prison? Do you want your sister to loose me like she lost her mother?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"I was scared shitless. I quietly and shakily said, "No."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I thought not." He punched me on my right side. "You ran into a wall. Do you understand? You ran into a wall."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I understand." I said Quietly. Then he threw me into the wall of he building, stabbing a nail into my side and breaking a shoulder. I sobbed a little because it hurt too much to hide the pain. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"He kicked me in the left side hard. "You are not a child. Crying is weakness. You cry, you get more hurt. Understand?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Yes sir."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Good. Get up. Follow me."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Yes, sir." I got up as best as I could. I had never been stabbed that deep before. But I walked as best as I could. I followed him back to the room. He walked in and I couldn't find it in me to continue. I fell in right in front of the door. Dean saw and ran to style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""What the Hell did you do you son of a Bitch."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""She ran into a wall. She's fine."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Deanna, call the cops. Stay with your sister. Keep her talking."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""What are you going to do?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Make sure this Bastard stays right here." And with that, Dean punched Fred in the face. It caught him off guard long enough to get his cuffs and hand cuff him. He grabbed rope and tied him down. Deanna called the cops. She also kept asking me random things, like what books I read that week, and she was scared. Of Dean. She had no idea what was going on. I was loosing a lot of blood. I kept telling her I'd answer her if she put pressure on the stab would I had gotten from the nail. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"The cops got there soon. I don't know how exactly when. Dean came over to them, telling them what happened. Deanna was crying. I was in to much pain to move to cry. It was a mess./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Why is Dean doing this?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Because…" Was all I could say at that moment. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""What did Dad do?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""This…" At least I was talking. I could only get one word out at a time, but I was still talking./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""No He wouldn't. He couldn't"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""He… did… Ow…" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Please keep talking."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I'm… Trying…" The ambulance came out at that time and did what they do. They did first aid before they rushed me to the hospital. For a little but, I thought I was going to be a goner. They put me on the stretcher. Dean stopped them for a second./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Deanna is going to ride with you. I'm going to finish up here and meet you there. Ok?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""OK." And they pushed me away. Dean got Deanna to go with me. They gave me something to make me go to sleep./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"The next thing I remember, I couldn't move my arms. I open my eyes to find a cast on my shoulder and a cast on my chest for my ribs. I find both Deanna and Dean taking a nap on the chairs next to me. I didn't want to wake them, so I just laid there until one of them woke up. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"A half an hour later, Dean was the one that woke up first. He realized I was awake and came over to the bed./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Hey Jill. You Feeling alright?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Some what. Thanks. How long was I out?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Only a couple hours after surgery. They said that's normal though."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Awesome." I tried to smile. "Where is Fred?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Jail. Soon to prison. Where he can't hurt anyone." I smile more knowing he can't hurt Deanna. Or anyone else./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""You know, they say the people in prison hate people who kill or hurt kids." I laughed until it hurt, which wasn't long./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I've been on the inside. That rumor is true. He is going to have one hell of a time with them." He laughed and I sadly laughed again./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""So, what's wrong with me?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""He broke two ribs, your shoulder, and when he threw you into the wall, a nail stabbed you deep. They said they almost lost you. How the Hell where you able to go through this?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Learned not to cry and to keep to myself. Learned to accept things the way they are. Learned not to trust people. Great lessons to teach a toddler, right?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""That is horrible. Makes you feel better, my dad taught me those lessons after my mom died. Just in a different way though."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Then Maddie was right. I really am just like a Winchester." I chuckle a little. "Ow"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I'll let you get your rest. Just tell me if you need anything." Dean walked back to the seats. When he sat back down, he grabbed his computer and started researching something. Deanna was still asleep. Within minutes, I was falling back to sleep./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"I woke up to Dean and Deanna talking to the cops. I groaned as I woke up more./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Hey, Jill." Deanna said with sympathy. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Hey." I said as I tried to sit up. "What's going on?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Taking care of a few more things. How ya feeling?" Dean said in a calm, non-sympathetic way. He knew I hated sympathy./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Been better. Taking care of what? Fred?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Yup. That son of a bitch is gonna pay." Dean had a smug grin on his face when he said it. It was funny./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" Asked one of the cops./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Sure. Shoot." I said, slowly getting use to the pain. They asked some questions, and I answered truthfully. Deanna was horrified at my answered. When they where done, they thanked us for our time and left./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I can't believe you had to go through that."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""It is what it is. Can't change the past." I told her./span /p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: .5in;" align="center"span style="font-size: 36.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"Chapter 5/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Not right now. Maybe later."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I'm your father. That was not asking permission."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""And I still said no. OK?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""What happened? You get a taste of freedom and you think you can talk to me like that?" He was getting really mad. It scared me./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""No. Nothing like that. I just wanted to be happy for a little bit longer before I get in trouble for the rest of my life as a minor." I was terrified./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I just want to talk. Deanna, Stay with Dean please. Come on." Deanna nodded and went in. Fred dragged me by the arm. I was so terrified it wasn't even funny. I looked back Dean who looked like he was about to start a fight. I just shook my head. He understood, but I knew he was preparing for the worse./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"Fred dragged me to the backside of the hotel. No one could see if he was going to beat me or not./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""You stupid, arrogant girl." HE slapped me on my left cheek. Then he grabbed me by sleeves of my dress. "You know better than to run away like that. People will find out. I will go to prison. Do you want that? Do you want me to go to prison? Do you want your sister to loose me like she lost her mother?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"I was scared shitless. I quietly and shakily said, "No."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I thought not." He punched me on my right side. "You ran into a wall. Do you understand? You ran into a wall."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I understand." I said Quietly. Then he threw me into the wall of he building, stabbing a nail into my side and breaking a shoulder. I sobbed a little because it hurt too much to hide the pain. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"He kicked me in the left side hard. "You are not a child. Crying is weakness. You cry, you get more hurt. Understand?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Yes sir."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Good. Get up. Follow me."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Yes, sir." I got up as best as I could. I had never been stabbed that deep before. But I walked as best as I could. I followed him back to the room. He walked in and I couldn't find it in me to continue. I fell in right in front of the door. Dean saw and ran to style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""What the Hell did you do you son of a Bitch."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""She ran into a wall. She's fine."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Deanna, call the cops. Stay with your sister. Keep her talking."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""What are you going to do?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Make sure this Bastard stays right here." And with that, Dean punched Fred in the face. It caught him off guard long enough to get his cuffs and hand cuff him. He grabbed rope and tied him down. Deanna called the cops. She also kept asking me random things, like what books I read that week, and she was scared. Of Dean. She had no idea what was going on. I was loosing a lot of blood. I kept telling her I'd answer her if she put pressure on the stab would I had gotten from the nail. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"The cops got there soon. I don't know how exactly when. Dean came over to them, telling them what happened. Deanna was crying. I was in to much pain to move to cry. It was a mess./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Why is Dean doing this?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Because…" Was all I could say at that moment. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""What did Dad do?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""This…" At least I was talking. I could only get one word out at a time, but I was still talking./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""No He wouldn't. He couldn't"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""He… did… Ow…" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Please keep talking."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I'm… Trying…" The ambulance came out at that time and did what they do. They did first aid before they rushed me to the hospital. For a little but, I thought I was going to be a goner. They put me on the stretcher. Dean stopped them for a second./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Deanna is going to ride with you. I'm going to finish up here and meet you there. Ok?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""OK." And they pushed me away. Dean got Deanna to go with me. They gave me something to make me go to sleep./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"The next thing I remember, I couldn't move my arms. I open my eyes to find a cast on my shoulder and a cast on my chest for my ribs. I find both Deanna and Dean taking a nap on the chairs next to me. I didn't want to wake them, so I just laid there until one of them woke up. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"A half an hour later, Dean was the one that woke up first. He realized I was awake and came over to the bed./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Hey Jill. You Feeling alright?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Some what. Thanks. How long was I out?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Only a couple hours after surgery. They said that's normal though."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Awesome." I tried to smile. "Where is Fred?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Jail. Soon to prison. Where he can't hurt anyone." I smile more knowing he can't hurt Deanna. Or anyone else./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""You know, they say the people in prison hate people who kill or hurt kids." I laughed until it hurt, which wasn't long./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I've been on the inside. That rumor is true. He is going to have one hell of a time with them." He laughed and I sadly laughed again./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""So, what's wrong with me?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""He broke two ribs, your shoulder, and when he threw you into the wall, a nail stabbed you deep. They said they almost lost you. How the Hell where you able to go through this?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Learned not to cry and to keep to myself. Learned to accept things the way they are. Learned not to trust people. Great lessons to teach a toddler, right?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""That is horrible. Makes you feel better, my dad taught me those lessons after my mom died. Just in a different way though."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Then Maddie was right. I really am just like a Winchester." I chuckle a little. "Ow"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I'll let you get your rest. Just tell me if you need anything." Dean walked back to the seats. When he sat back down, he grabbed his computer and started researching something. Deanna was still asleep. Within minutes, I was falling back to sleep./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"I woke up to Dean and Deanna talking to the cops. I groaned as I woke up more./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Hey, Jill." Deanna said with sympathy. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Hey." I said as I tried to sit up. "What's going on?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Taking care of a few more things. How ya feeling?" Dean said in a calm, non-sympathetic way. He knew I hated sympathy./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Been better. Taking care of what? Fred?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Yup. That son of a bitch is gonna pay." Dean had a smug grin on his face when he said it. It was funny./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" Asked one of the cops./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""Sure. Shoot." I said, slowly getting use to the pain. They asked some questions, and I answered truthfully. Deanna was horrified at my answered. When they where done, they thanked us for our time and left./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""I can't believe you had to go through that."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt;""It is what it is. Can't change the past." I told her./span /p