AN: Well, here comes chapter 2. Yes Casey is verry OOC in this story too. I am going to deal with a lot of different emotional things in this story because this is my way of working through my own emotional dillemas. I am not writing this for you this time, but for myself.

-Keisha

Chapter 1„Moving out"

Casey's POV

I still can't believe what went down in court yesterday. Mom...no, Nora actually won against him. It's a miracle. I can't belive that's happened. I was still sent back home yesterday along with a Youth office emplyee, so I could pack up my life. She tried to talk to me multiple times but I never answered.

I could feel the waves of rage going through my father but he hid his anger well, seeing as he didn't want to alert the officials to his behaiviour. I could smell the stale alcohol, knowing he'd been drinking through the night to subdue his anger, seeing as he couldn't get to me to give me a piece of his mind. I sigh looking around the room I have lived in and notice how loveless it's actually furnished.

I realize that I have never seen this place as a home, since my mother left. Almost nothing has changed in this room, except my school-uniforms and the few thropies of dance-recitals Dad never saw. As I pack up the remnants of my room into boxes, labeling them carefully I wonder how living with a „real" family is going to feel like.

As far as I know there are 4 children there already including Lizzie. I wonder how she grew up and hope it was unlike anything I had to endure. After labeling the last of my boxes I turn towards my father while the Youth office employee is staring at us intently. I give her a look which she understands quickly and leaves the room telling me she's waiting infront of the door and to call out if anything occurs. She will be coming back to check if we take longer than she expects. I doubt the last part was added for my benefit as I watch my father shooting her a nasty glare behind her back.

„So...It's just great... She's getting her hands on you too, now so she can continue playing happy families." My Dad says bitterly. „What are you so angry about?" I ask acidly. Finally I am able to give this man a piece of my mind. „It's not like cared whether if I was here or not in the first place, or did you?" I ask my voice still icy. Dennis McDonald looks up at me in shock.

The shock and the simmering anger are clearly visible on his face. „You ungrateful little bitch.." He hisses fully aware of the Official standing outside the door trying to eavesdrop on his every word. „I raised you. It was me who paid for all of those dance classes, you just had to take. And trust me young lady those weren't cheap!" His voice is raising as is his anger and I flinch, instinctively backing away.

I take a deep breath closing my eyes, before re-opening them to give him an equally cold sneer. „Trust me „Daddy" I am perfectly aware of you paying for my dance classes. Though luck that I never even liked those in the first place. But how would you know? You don't know me... If you had known me I wouldn't be leaving the way I am...with a fucking Youth office employee waiting on me to check if I make it out of here safely." My voice is like acid and I watch it sting this man standing infront of me with every word I speak. Satisfaction spreads across my features.

No-ones POV

„This is not over yet...You will be coming back here. Trust me...after having had the perfect family, do you think Nora will put up with a daughter like you?" Dennis McDonalds voice isn't slurred like Casey expected...No this time his voice is clear and cold like ice, too. The threat is hanging in the air as Casey turns her back on the man who ruined her life.

„When she finds out, about you're habits...How you lock yourself away in the bathroom... How disgusting it is watching you scarf down food... Do you think she will love someone as broken as you are? When she couldn't even love me while I was perfect?" Dennis's face is sneer as he's watching his daughter walk out of his house and his life.

He feels like a failure and turns back into the kitchen to pour himself a much needed glass of whiskey.

AN: This was much easier to write then I'd thought. I must say I like this story even if it's going to deal with verry dark themes. Anyways leave me a piece of your mind in a review as you go. Thanks

- Keisha