A/N: First of all, I don't own supernatural, it belongs to Eric Kripke. The only thing I own is Alyra and the characters I add. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy reading!

Alyra

"Alyra Singer! Where have you been? I was about ready to call the Sheriff!" My mom yelled as I took my dirty shoes off by the door.

It was midnight, on Sunday, so technically it was Monday and I had school.

"I got lost while hiking. It's not a big deal, Momma." I kept my bag out of sight.

"It is a big deal, Alyra! It's a school night and you come home covered in mud," she steps closer and turns a light on, "oh god, is that blood? You killed something didn't you? What the hell? You went on a hunt! I never should've told you what your father did for a living! He doesn't even know about you! I've been here for you! Me, not him! So why are you turning out to be like him?!" She hit me.

I felt a tooth come loose. I spit out a mouthful of blood on the floor.

"You know why I go hunting? You wanna know why Momma, because it's better than watching you whore yourself away for drugs! It's not my fault you hid me from Dad. You kept me hidden! You've been mad ever since I found the box of his old things! Well guess what Mom! I'm not like you! I will never be like you! I don't whore myself away for drugs! I don't ever plan on treating my kids the way you treat me! I hunt because it's better than taking my anger out on you!" I stormed away towards the stairs.

"You get back here, you ungrateful child! You are forbidden to ever leave this house again!" She was coming up the stairs behind me.

"Good luck with that! You can't even stay sober long enough to remember what day it is! Go to hell!" I yelled.

"Alyra Rachel Singer! You're grounded!" I opened my door.

"Sarah Micheal Steven! I don't care!" I almost got my door closed before she shoved it open.

"I'm done! You have always wanted your dad, never me! Well guess what your Dad isn't so innocent! He was married when we slept together! He doesn't want you! He never will! You don't mean anything to him, and you never will!" She backhanded me.

I dropped my bag and she punched me. I felt the snap of a rib. The one the skinwalker just so happened to hit earlier. I fell and saw her foot coming with those stupid boots she always wore.

"You are so ungrateful! Just like your father!" I curled up to protect myself.

I knew better than to provoke her, but it was a rough hunt. It was a skinwalker. At first, she didn't know what I was doing. It didn't take long for her to find out. She isn't the Mom I used to know, but once she knew I was hunting she got worse. She changed once I got old enough to say no. She always said I was a spitting image of my father, except for my blue eyes. I felt hot tears stream down my face. Finally after what seemed like hours, she stopped. It hurt to breathe.

"Look what you did, Alyra. You made me angry. Now you won't be able to go to school tomorrow. I'll call and tell them you're sick again. God I wish I never had you. You're such a burden." She opened my door.

I slowly sat up.

"Fuck you." I mutter, trying to stay awake as black dots cover my vision.

The door slams. I breathe slowly. Everything hurts. I reach for my bag, even though everything hurts. I unzip it and pull out the first aid kit. I pull out the dagger I have. I slice my shirt up the middle and slowly take it off. I just drop it next to me. I glance down and see bruising all across my rib cage.

"Damn. This is bad. I can't stay here. I gotta leave." I opened the first aid kit.

I grab the wraps for my ribs. I grit my teeth as I slowly wrap them. My vision starts to spin so I close my eyes. I wait a moment and continue. Once I'm done I close my eyes and lean my head back. After a while I place the kit and dagger back in my duffel. I slowly use my bed to stand up. The room starts spinning and I grip the bed post. I close my eyes and grit my teeth. Normally, I can handle her beatings. However, this weekend the skinwalker did a number on me. I made my way to the bathroom. There wasn't a shower just a toilet and sink. I took off the rest of my clothes. I hated the color of my skin. I was sickly pale and I could do with more food here and there. I wasn't so thin that people would worry, but I was getting there. I grabbed a washcloth and washed my body as much as I could.

I dropped it into the sink and went over to my dresser. I slowly, but painfully put on new undergarments. I had to take a moment because of the spinning. I grabbed a baggy shirt and a new pair of jeans. The jeans first and then the shirt. I leaned against the wall after getting dressed and moaned. I hadn't taken anything for the pain, I wasn't going to either. Not in this house. Not when I didn't know exactly what it was or where it came from. I leaned over and grabbed my bag off the floor. I took deep breaths again through the wave of pain.

"Hospital first. Or a clinic. This hurts." I walk over and throw the few things that fit me in it.

I go to my desk and open the drawer with a few things from my dad that my Mom kept. I quickly threw it into my duffel and shut the drawer. I made my way to my closet and took two sweaters and put them in and then zipped my duffel up. I set it on my bed. I made my way back to my closet. I grabbed my third sweater and slowly put it on. I grit my teeth. I took another moment to breathe through the pain again. I grab my leather jacket and slowly slide it on. I reach up and grab the box hidden on the top. I see black dots again. I'm exhausted, but I can't stay here. I need to be gone in the next hour. I pull the keys out and put the box on the bed. I grab the duffel and place it on my left shoulder. I grab the box with all the credit cards that I have in different names. I haven't used them much, only in emergencies. I opened my door and heard the TV downstairs. I went to my mothers room and into her top drawer. I found three wads of fifties. I shoved them in my leather jacket. I quietly left her room and headed for the stairs. I groaned as I took the first step. I went slowly and by the time I reached the bottom, I felt like passing out. I turned and saw a bottle of whiskey. I walked over and saw my mother passed out. I reached down and grabbed the bottle. I straightened out and frowned. I didn't want to drink this, but it would help. I took a huge swig. I hissed in disgust and almost threw up. I forced it down and set the bottle down. I slowly stood up again. I glanced down at my mother and frowned. I felt tears well up in my eyes. She was a crappy Mom, but deep down I still loved her.

"Goodbye, Mom." I made it to the front door.

I slipped my shoes on and then I looked at her one last time.

Leave Alyra. It's for the best.

I turned away and walked out the door. I walked to the old shed out back and opened the door. My bike was there. I put my stuff in the seat compartment and walked it out of the shed. Everything still hurt, but I had to put some distance between us. I walked about a block before I swung my leg over. I started my bike and put my helmet on. I rode off never looking back.