My Story

Sydney sat in front of Tammi and smiled slightly. Tammi wanted to hear Sydney's story and how she came to stay with the Firefly's. she honestly had no problem in telling the story to anyone who would care to listen.

It all started when my biological folks and me lived in a dingy trailer. Both of my parents were drug addicts, alcaholics, abusive dicks. If I wasn't being thrashed by one, it was the other one. It seemed as if they had decided, that I was the one to blame for their current financial status which was at an all time low. They relied on food stamps to get by. I once made the mistake of asking my mom and dad when can they get off the stamps and get a job, so we can live a happy life. My answer was a punch to the face and being slammed into the wall.

"when we damn well feel like it you ungrateful little shit!" they both yelled at me. From then on, I learned that food stamps were a permanent fixture in their lives. I tried to keep quiet and out of their way and not upset them. If I was seen and not heard unless spoken to then the beatings wouldn't be so bad. Our meals consisted of soups, top ramen shit, and other canned meals easily prepared in the microwave oven or stove top. For thanksgiving, we ate canned chicken. Or at least my parents did. I was given a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as the "turkey" was too good for the likes of me.

Christmas time was a special event at our house too. For Christmas I received to black eyes. I was 3 at the time but I remember it clearly. People say you don't really remember shit, but that's bullshit. I remember…all too well. At 3 I had learned to toilet train myself. If I pissed or shit myself I was beaten and left to stay in the mess until I was cleaned up. I never had my own room. We had one bed which my parents slept in. they had me sleep with them only when they were feeling nice. Othertimes I slept in the bathtub. I can't tell you how many times my dad would stroll into the bathroom late at night, whip it out and piss in the toilet in front of me. He never touched me in a sexual way at all but his lack of self respect and respect for me, a 3 year old, was non existent. My parents often had friends come over. One guy I remember all to well. I was instructed to call him 'Uncle Tucker.' He was a fat slob of a man. A big, fat, sweaty, slob of a man. He must have changed his clothes once or twice a month if that. He came over all the time to bullshit with my parents. He always made an attempt to look at me and make me sit on his lap facing him while talking. For some reason I sat right on his…well you know. This made me uncomfortable so when I told my parents they beat me for making up 'filthy lies.'

Tucker kept doing this all the fucking time. Making me sit on his lap. And when he kissed me…it wasn't on the cheek. He kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a full on kiss like when you kissed Baby, but it was not a simple child kiss.

When I was 5 it was the last straw. My parents had left for good. They at least left a note saying they were leaving me to my own devices. I felt relieved. That was short lived. Tucker came into the abandoned trailer wearing nothing but filthy stained underware. He jumped at me and pinned me to the bed trying to kiss me. He said I was so beautiful, that he couldn't restrain himself. He pulled it out. I knew what he was going to try to do, so I kicked him. HARD. He rolled off the bed cursing saying that I wanted to act like a damned whore, he was going to fuck me like one. He started towards me. And he would have probably fucked me then killed me if Cutter hadn't shown up. Tucker left before he came in. Daddy took me in, and that's how I was adopted by the Firefly's.

Tammi sat there shocked. This girl…had a hard life. She was nearly raped by a family friend, her parents left her alone to fend for herself, and prior to that had neglected and abused her. She felt rage start to build within her. Even though she was a killer, in many ways like the Firefly's there were some things even she wouldn't touch. She would NEVER touch, molest any child. That was beneath even her. She smiled sadly. "well that's over with now darlin.' They're gone now…" Tammi smiled warmly. Sydney smiled. She honestly liked this woman. And that was something…considering she really didn't like ANYBODY outside the family all that much. (there were a few exceptions though).

"So what's your story Tammi? Is your real family fucked up like mine?" Sydney asked. Tammi smiled. "Nah…but its only fair that I tell you my story being as you told me yours." She replied. Sydney sat back and listened.

I was born to a decent family in an upscale area. They never beat me or mistreated me in anyway, but they did ignore me. To keep me out of their hair I was often given money just to leave them alone. I was forbidden to call them mom and dad. I was only allowed to call them my their first names or ma'am or sir. If I did something wrong they ignored it or paid someone they knew to discipline me. Whenever I went to ask them a question my mom or dad would say "it needs something. Go see what it needs." And one or the other would go and see what was bothering me and making me bother them interrupting their 'oh so precious' life.

For Christmas and other major holidays, I was given some money and told to 'go do something and not bother them with petty problems.' So I did. I had no real discipline in my life, no structure, whatsoever. To gain some sort of attention, I began doing petty things, stealing, robbing, fighting, doing and dealing drugs. Anything to gain attention. This only got me sent away for a few years. When I was released, I was thinking maybe they'd me there for me. All I got was a damned note saying "I was no longer their daughter. I embarrassed the family and ruined their reputation. All my items were sold and I would be reciving my money shortly. I was no longer allowed to contact them and if I did, the police would be notified and I would be arrested. I mean seriously? What the fuck? I was only 15 at the time. 15 and on my own. So I made my own rules. Fell in with people who did drugs, and murdered. When I killed that whole diner of people…I felt relief. I didn't even shed one tear. Fuck that. I ran into my folks a few months after that slaughter, and they both told me that they should have aborted me when they found out they were preggo. That hurt. So that's when I left and never looked back. Would I kill them if I saw them again for what they did and how I was raised…maybe. Maybe not. Would I ever forgive them? Why? They actually helped me improve my life and show me where my life should be going. So….in away, they actually helped me.

Not long after I met your sister and well we….lets just say…the maid ain't gonna get those sheets cleaned like they're supposed to be.

Sydney giggled at the end. She knew what Tammi was getting at. Little did either women know, was Baby was outside the window. While she found Tammi's story odd, to say the least and a bit amusing at how the sheets are going to need to be replaced. (she moaned softly and smiled at the memory) Sydney's story didn't set right. If what she said was true about a fat slob named Tucker, then he wasn't going to last very long. She had seen a rather large man settle into a room 2 doors down form her own. And he matched the description Sydney had said in the story.

Unable to keep unseen any longer, she made her appearance and embraced her sister tenderly. Pausing to kiss Tammi briefly, she said she saw a fat man 2 doors down from where they were staying at. Baby wanted to be "neighborly" and say hi. Sydney readily agreed. It had been too long since they had a rabbit.