Your story may not have such a happy beginning but that does not make you who you are, it is the rest of it – who you choose to be" by Soothsayer, Kung Fu Panda 2

Lyall's Pov

When I was far away from the church I ran straight to Juliet's shop. But once I got there the shop was pitch black with a big sign saying "Sorry we're closed". "What? Why would she be closed?" I thought. I walked up to the door and knock three times.

"Juliet? It's me Lyall. You there?" I asked loudly. I was met with silence. I started to panic. "What if… she didn't make it!?" I thought with dread. I pounded on the door my forcefully. "Juliet! Open the door!." I yelled in fear. Again I was met with silence.

I turn to run to the back of the shop until… Bang! I bumped into someone and fell right on my butt. "Ow.." I muttered while rubbing my butt. "Oh Lyall, your so silly." She giggled. I looked up in surprise and smiled. "Juliet!" I laughed in relief. I got up from the ground and gave her a great big hug.

"Dear! Oh boy, I'm sorry I made you worry." She apologized while patting my back. I finally let go of her and looked from her silver hair to her disheveled dress to make sure she was really okay. "I was just worried about you. I thought the worst." I sighed. Juliet understood what I was talking about. She place her hand on my shoulder and gave it a gently squeeze. " My child, I'm just fine. It takes a lot more more than a demon to take me down." She smiled. I managed a small smile back, remembering the incident with her supposed husband.

"Now, I was also looking for you as well. I couldn't find you anywhere. Where were you?" She smiled while tilting her head in curiosity. I started to explain being in the churches hospital and the creepy priest. Juliet never once interrupted me. She just nodded with closed eyes and a smile on her face. Which was a little weird since she normally interrupts me in certain places or gives a reaction.

Once I was finished she finally opened her eyes and grabbed my hands in hers. "I'm really sorry you had to go through that. And I'm more sorry with myself." She sighed at herself but it was forced. I felt a chill go straight down my spine. "W-What do you mean." I stuttered with a shaking smile. Juliet gripped my hands tighter.

I winced in pain. She looked at me dead in the eyes. Her eyes more hollow than usual. " My dear, I was so worried about you that I called your father." She smiled sinisterly. I froze on the spot. "Y-You what!" , "You heard me." She chuckled darkly. She gripped my hands more harshly. The pain was unbearable, it was like she was trying to break my hands. "Let go of me!" I screamed at her. "Never… I told you there will be consequences. You think you would get away that easily?" She laughed hysterically.

I knew right then and there that this was not my grandma. It was the demon." You! What have you done to her!" I yelled at her face suddenly feeling brave. She stopped her laughing all together and looked me in the eyes. Her eyes no longer her sliver grey but pure black. She jerked me towards her and rolled my sleeve up to reveal the mark. "Hmmm… it seems I left a good mark on you." She chuckled while bringing her tongue out and licking the mark.

I shivered in disgust. "The old bat gave me a good fight. She really wanted to protect you." She chuckled. I snapped. I ripped my hands out of her grasp and pounced on her and brought her to the ground. "You give her back! You give her back you monster!" I screamed right up to her face while shaking her feverishly. Suddenly my mark flashed red and I was now on the ground groaning in pain. The demon got on top of me and pinned my wrists down. Her face was so close to mine I felt her hot breath fanning my face. " You want to save her that badly?" The demon asked. I stopped struggling all together. "Of course I do.", " Then do you want to make a deal?" She asked with evil eyes. I looked at her in disbelief. "Are you crazy!? Of course I won't make a deal!" I shouted.

I looked frantically for help but the street was deserted. It was only 6:00am in the morning. No one is up yet. "No? Even though your precious grandma is now in my hands?" She asked me. I stared at her. I was having a internal battle with myself. I wanted to save my grandma but I know that making a deal with a demon will not go in my favour and I will lose in the end. She was getting inpatient that my mark was flashing red again and I was screaming in pain.

"Choose! Make a deal with me. Than you can have your grandma back. Better yet, why don't I sweeten the deal? I can kill your father. You want him dead. Come on, give in and you can be free. Free to go back to your mother and bring your grandma with you." She explained, enjoying my pain. I tried to concentrate on her offer but the pain was too much. I had tears falling down my face, my voice horse by all the screaming. Finally the mark was no longer flashing red and the pain stopped. I was exhausted. Huffing and puffing in exhaustion. Juliet/demon leaned down letting go of my wrists and cradled my cheeks and kissed away my tears. "Choose… haven't you had enough pain? Let me take it away." She whispered.

I instantly thought of Vlad. How his voice gave me comfort and took most of my pain away. I looked at the demons eyes. "Never." I said strongly. It hissed in fury. "Oh my dear. Your going to regret not taking my deal." It growled. She looked up from me and smiled. Suddenly I was on top of her and grabbing her throat. "Help me! She's attacking me!" She cried. I looked up and to my terror… it was my father.

I instantly jumped off her. Never losing eye contact with him. He was shaking in anger. Uh oh. He stomped right over to me and roughly grabbed my arm. "What the hell are you doing!? I've been looking for you everywhere and I find you like this!?", "Dad please!" I tried to explain but was cut short when a sharp pain came across my face. "Don't talk back to me!" He screamed. He looked back at so called Juliet.

"I'm so sorry about my daughter." He apologized doing a complete one eighty on his personality. Juliet got up from the ground, tears rolling down her face. "Your daughter is insane! You need to check her into a hospital!" Juliet screeched while pointing a finger at me.

"Of course. Lyall… say your sorry." He growled while squeezing my arm tighter. That will leave a bruise. I remained quiet not giving that demon the satisfaction of my pain. "Lyall…" he growled warningly. I still stayed silent.

"It's alright sir. A good whipping would do her good." She smiled. She smirked at me and walked away back in her shop. Once Juliet left my father dragged me by my arm back to our house.

After a good 20 minutes we were finally back to the house. My father threw me through the door and slammed it shut. "You bitch! Where have you been for two days! And to top it all off you attacked an old woman! Do you know what people will think of me if she talks!? A proud father with a lunatic daughter! Where!? Tell me! " He yelled while grabbing my hair and forcing me to look at him. I only cried in pain.

He threw me back on the floor. "Still not going to speak huh? Fine. The old lady is right… a good whipping will get you right." He sighed. I shaked in fear. He grabbed my hair again and dragged me across the floor to the kitchen.

*Warning Attempt Rape*

"Please! Please no… no! No please!" I begged, tears falling down my face. But my begging fell on deaf ears. He lifted me on my feet. I grabbed his wrists trying to break free. He threw me to the kitchen table with a thump. I slide to the floor in pain. "Get up." He demanded. Not wanting to anger him anymore I slowly lifted myself up.

Now facing him beaten I saw him start to unbuckle his belt. I cried even harder. "Bend over." He commanded with his belt released. "Please dad, don't do this." I cried. "Bend Down!" He yelled. I flinched and shaked in fear. I did as he instructed and bent myself forward face flat on the smooth wooden table.

"That's a good girl." He whispered loud enough for me to hear. With a sigh I closed my eyes shut. He came over and ripped my sweater apart. Showing my full backside. I prayed it will be all over quick. The first hit was such agony. A loud crack in the air and the sharp hit on my back. Flesh being ripped apart. I tried to think of something good. Anything to get through this pain. Second hit was worse than the first. I let out a whimper.

"That's it baby. Scream for me." My father moaned. He hit me again with more force. I couldn't help but let out an ear piercing scream. "Yes. That's it!" He yelled/moaned.

He whipped me for 20 minutes, got a good 21 hits in. He panted in pleasure whilst I panted in pain. Tears falling down my face. "Oh baby girl. My Scar. I can't hold back anymore." My father moan unzipping his pants. I panicked. My heart thumping in my ears and my plus racing, I had to get out of here.

I struggled frantically to lift myself up. But the pain was too much. I only manage to turn myself over to face him.I tried to reason with him "Please dad. Your not thinking clearly. I'm not mom!" , "Don't struggle. You want this." He sighed, his eyes glazed over. He walked straight up to me and grabbed my neck roughly. I smelt alcohol all over him. He was day drinking.

"Please don-" I started but I was cut off short with his lips roughly against mine. I fought hard to get him off me. He stopped kissing me and growled "Kiss me back.". He put his lips back on mine and put our bodies closer. I felt grinding his… his thing on my woman hood. It squirmed violently. He took it as an invitation and groaned and rubbed harder.

I muffled a scream and finally fought back. I bit him hard on the lip. "AHHH!" He yelled in pain. I pushed him away as hard as I can. My survival instincts kicking in. I ran right up the stairs and into my room. I locked my door and pushed the dresser to block it. I looked around, frantic to what to do first.

"Scar! Open the door! Don't be like this!" My father yelled at the other side of the door. I jumped in fear. I snapped back into focus and grabbed my bag and started shoving everything in. Cloths, money, toiletries, and finally my mothers picture. My father now started banging on the door. "Scar! Open the damn door." He bellowed. I looked at my window for a brief moment. There is no other choice.

The bangs were getting louder and I know I won't have much time left. I ran quickly to my window and opened it. I looked down and gulped. It was a two story house so the fall would not kill me but maybe give me a broken bone.

"SCAR!!!!" He screamed. I took and deep breath, my bag on my shoulder. I climbed over and sit on the railing of my window sill. I hesitated then… I jumped.