(Read this chapter with caution. There is a lot of violence. Just want you readers to be safe.)

You screamed out in pain as your father hit you again and again with the stool. He kept hitting you until the stool broke against your back. Dad just threw it to the side, stumbling on his drunken feet and grabbed the beer bottle on the island and started to drink it.

You just lay there, sobbing and coughing out blood.

"You are always annoying..." Dad growled. "Always complaining, being a pest, and...getting in the way..." Dad drank some more, "Had to be careful with that witch...all she wanted was to protect you. A little brat!" Dad continue to drink some more, "Of course she will always protect a brat like you. The creature made you! I thought this will be best for all of us...I thought this would be fun....but NNnnnnOOOooo. Have to be a piece of crap!"

He finish drinking the bottom.

"And it's all of your fault!" He threw the bottle at you. You screamed as the glass hit you, some of the left over beer burned your wounds.

"I never wanted you. I wanted a son or no children at all! Instead I got stuck with a life stealer!" He started to kick you in the ribs over and over. You screamed some more.

"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" Dad screamed.

Then he stumbled back and ends up crashing to the wall. You sobbed harder, but it hurt so much to breathe. "P-Please! S-stop!" You begged through wheezes.

Dad just looked around, "I need more drinks..."

Then he looked at you.

You shook violently as he gave you that look. Tears streamed down your face.

He just came and grabbed you by your hair and yank you to your feet. You cried out at the pain of your hair. Then he started to drag you to the door of the basement. He opened the door and threw you down the stairs.

You fell down the stairs, hitting every step hard. Then you just flop to the cement ground with a hard thud. There were a loud slam of the door, leaving you in darkness. You lay there in the darkness, sobbing in complete pain and the feeling of being alone.

You hear the sound of the front door closing.

"H-Help...Someone please help..." You sob softly.

Of course nobody was going to hear you. You were in the basement, saved to be dealt with later.

You couldn't move. Your body wasn't working and you felt so tired. You end up falling asleep on the cold floor.

There was a door slam that woke you up. You were in pitch darkness...at first thinking that your father beating you was just a dream. Then the door opened of the basement. Then you started shaking in fear, "N-No." Your lip trembled.

Dad came down the stairs, barely able to not fall. He made it down on the cement floor with a bear bottle in his hand. He stumbled around the place, "People are so stupid! Today I got a call from your mother's boss saying why she didn't go to work today...ha! Can't he see that she is busy!" Then Dad laughed.

You just shook at his laugh.

Dad growled as he looked at his bottle, "Your stupid mother...it's all of her fault. She wanted me to get a new job. She wanted to move to the middle or nowhere! I hate my job! I hate my life! I hate her! I hate you!"

He then threw his bottle at you. This time the bottle was more filled with alcohol than before. Then he grabbed the nearest thing closest to him. That object was a cane. He hit you over and over again. Each time you screamed over and over, staining the ground with your blood. You end up passing out in the pain.

You woke up to blood covering your eye. It was blood that dried over your eye. You felt extremely dizzy. Your breathing was shallow and it was hard to move. Your body ache even more.

Then you saw something that brought you hope. The basement door was cracked opened. Could this be a sign? A sign to finally be safe and free?

You forced yourself to get up on your hands and knees. Your bones crack in pain as you moved.

"You got to get out of here..." You muttered to yourself.

With a heart full of determination, you crawled up the stairs. All you can hear is a TV going on. This could be a good thing. Dad would either be focus on the TV or passed out on the couch. You could leave!

You push the door with your shaky hand, the door creak, and you prayed softly that Dad didn't hear that. The TV was on, and it was the only light in the house. You couldn't see your dad but this doesn't mean anything.

You struggle to get to your feet but you managed to do it, leaning heavily on the wall to support yourself. You could see the front door. Almost there.

You headed to go for the door, not looking back, breathing was gasping as your heart was racing. You didn't care about the pain your body was screaming at you, you needed to get out of here. Steps closer to the door, and it was a clear path there, you grabbed the door knob and opened the door a bit but only to be slammed into it.

Crying out in pain as Dad threw you to the ground.

"What in the world do you think you were doing!?" Dad screamed.

He grabbed a flower vase and threw it at you, glass digging into your skin. You screamed out. Then he started to kick you over and over. "You think you can run away?! You brat! You stupid spoiled little brat!"

Dad stopped kicking you but he looked around for something to hit you with. You couldn't let this continue. Who knows how long you were going to last. The world was already spinning as you started to cough out blood. You can't do this. You need to leave since there was nobody to safe you.

You grabbed one of the glass shards from the vase that was near you. Dad then came back with a bat but before he could use it on you, you stabbed him with the glass shard in the leg. Dad screamed out in pain and stumbled back to the wall. You took this chance and struggle to your hands and knees, that glass cutting into them but you didn't care. It just didn't matter anymore.

Dad pulled out the glass, "Argh! You stupid runt!"

He then raised the bat to hit you but you shove him as hard as your aching body. He hit the wall and since he was drunk, he lost his balance and just fell to the ground. You moved your painful body, whimpering as you moved, and you opened the door and ran out into the freezing rain.

It was dark, cold and wet but it was better than there.

You started to numbly run away from that horrible place, not knowing where to go. You shivered to add with your violent shaking. You looked around for safety. What was a safe place? There was no such thing as a safe place. You thought your home was safe but it wasn't anymore.

What was a safe place if family wasn't there for you?

Friends were always there for you...they are a safe place.

But all of your friends were out of town.

You started to cry.

You were alone.

Well...almost alone.

You headed over there as fast as your stiff and freezing form could take you. Your knees were feeling weak and you fell a couple of times and barely could get up. The drive to get there manage to get you up.

You looked up at the only thing standing your way.

It was a wall.

Then a flash of lighting gave you enough light to see your solution. There was a vine that went up and over the wall. You pushed through the pain, knowing you were almost there. You climbed up the vine, grunting and whimpering in pain as you climbed. Then you were at the top and you tried to go over but a loud thunder and light crash in the sky and it startled you. You fell and landed hard on your side.

Screaming out in pain, you could hear this popping sound in your shoulder and pain...so much pain. You were cover in mud as the rain hit you, like it was mocking you. You clawed at the ground to get yourself up. You were so close....so close.

You cradle your arm as you drag the rest of your body up to the door. Your vision was getting worse. You could barely see the door but you knew it was there. You felt the wood against your finger, it even sting with some of the cuts and glass in your hands.

Was this the right decision?

It was the only place to go.

You then bang your fist against the door, hoping that someone would hear over the storm it and opened the door. Your lip quiver in the cold, "P-Please..."

There was no answer

You knocked again.

In seconds...the door opened and he was there.