Ch.1

"Saved."

The final bell rang. The high school kids stood up and hurriedly packed and hurried packed their backpacks to go home.

"Don't forget on Tuesday we have a test!!" the German teacher said as the students rushed out the door.

A girl walked down the hallways of the school passing by groups of popular couples and their posses, couples making out by the lockers, and groups of gangsters walking to the buses. She exited the school and walked down the sidewalk to her apartment building. She took her time going up the steps to the fourth floor. She always dreaded going home.

He was always there.. waiting for her...

She walked down the hallway and stopped at a with the numbers 466 nailed into it. She stood there for a moment. Shakily she took out her key, building up mental barricades as she quietly unlocked the door. She heard the bolt click open, strengthening the battlements in her mind as her hand rested on the knob. She gulped and opened the door.

"There you are you little bitch.." a voice said from the living room.

She gulped. "Yes... Daddy?" she asked shakily.

"You didn't do the fucking dishes today!" he yelled.

"D-daddy I was at school.." she whimpered.

"YOU'RE LYING!!" he roared causing her to jump. "You working the street you fucking whore!!" he roared as he rose from the couch menacingly. She instantly felt the soldiers on her mental battlements flee in terror of the giant man. She wished that she could run with them...

"GET TO WORK WHORE!!" he roared again. She dropped her backpack and ran into the kitchen to was the dishes, when that was done her dad yelled for her again. She came out of the kitchen and went to the living room. Her dad was sitting on the couch drinking beer while he watched TV.

"Y-yes daddy?" she asked timidly.

"Make dinner!" he ordered as he took a large swig of his beer. She hurried into the kitchen and searched the fridge. It was filled with cases of bottled beers and six pack cans of beer, a jug of sour milk, a package of cheddar cheese slices, rubbery lunch meat, and... the TV remote? She sighed. "He's been drinking more and more after I go to bed.." she thought to herself. She took the remote out of the fridge and set it on the kitchen counter. She looked in the pantry for other dinner options. Potato chips, Lucky Charms, a loaf of sliced bread, a can of tomato soup, a can of coffee, and... was that her underwear draped over a box of Cheerios? She picked them up. Wal-Mart grade panties with white edging, yep those were her's. "Dammit dad.." she swore in her mind.

She stuffed the panties into her back pocket as she grabbed a can of tomato soup and beefy macaroni. She poured the canned food into two separate pots and set them on the stove, once she turned the stove on the soup and macaroni started bubbling away in their pots. Quietly, she crept to the living room and grabbed her backpack as her dad watched TV. Like a mouse she scurried into the kitchen. She sat at the kitchen table and started on her homework, occasionally glancing at the stove making sure that the soup and macaroni didn't bubble over, burn, or (if it was possible) burst into flames. As she did her Algebra work her father was becoming more and more intoxicated.

As his senses became more and more clouded rage began to build up inside of him..

Her.. She was the cause of all of this...

Why he was living in this hell hole.. Why their rent was overdue.. Why he was fired.. all of it was her fault...

He looked at her as she worked in the kitchen. "That little bitch isn't doing shit.. She never does anything.. Just like her whore of a mother.." he thought in his mind as his anger rose to rage. He had to teach her a lesson. He stared at her... She looked exactly like her mother.. She had her long dark brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.. She looked too much like that whore..

He grabbed her long hair and yanked her up from her chair. She yelped in that voice that sounded like her mother's, that German accented voice.. How he had fallen in love with it.. Until he realized what she really was.. He couldn't let his daughter suffer the death that her mother did.. with her blood pooling out from her beautiful head.. She was a beautiful sight to see dead..

But.. he could save her.. with pain, force, and blood..

He slammed her against the counter and she yelped from the pain of her back hitting the laminate counter.

"You bitch... You're too much like that whore of a mother you had.." he growled. She whimpered at the memory of her mother being killed by her own father.. She could never forget that image.. It was burned into her mind permanently.. He tugged on her hair again causing her to yelp. "You fucking whore!! You don't do shit!!" he yelled. She whimpered and fought back tears. "D-daddy I have two jobs.." she whimpered. "You're lying!!" he roared. She flinched back and whimpered. He yelled at her again. "You fucking whore!! You will obey me!!" She whimpered and squirmed against him.

A vision cut through her thoughts.

A boy that was younger than her was in a dungeon being whipped across his back. She heard a language that she had never heard before but she didn't need to know the language to understand what was being said. Three men were yelling insults at the boy but instead of crying he merely glared at the stone wall in front of him. His emerald eyes bored straight through the stone of the wall, intent on making a hole in it. She could feel the anger built up within him. The sound of the whips and the insults faded out as her head was slammed against the kitchen counter.

She clenched her teeth in pain as her dad screamed at her. "LISTEN TO ME YOU BITCH!!" he yelled. She could still see the boy. He was looking at her with his anger filled eyes. She felt the urge to become angry.. to let all of the bottled up emotions that were inside of her loose... All of the hurt, the tears, the fear, and anger took over her body. She felt a presence nearby. She could smell the light and fresh scent of the perfume that her mother wore.

"Liebchen.." a soft voice whispered. "Fight him.. fight him.. for Mutti's sake.."

Her brain nearly snapped. "Mutti?" she whispered aloud. "What did you say?" her father growled. She felt a sudden wave of courage wash over.. was it her mother's doing? She took a deep breath then faced her father, looking him directly in the eye. "Fuck you.." she hissed.

"What was that?" he growled.

"I said FUCK YOU." she answered taking on a tone of anger. Her father slammed her head down on the counter again.

"You bitch.... How dare you cuss at me!" he growled.

"You hypocrite.." she hissed back. "You swear at me all the time and even beat me!!"

"Lies..." he growled.

"Bull shit!" she yelled.

"Don't you dare swear! Do you want God to send you to hell?!"

"He's a terrible person if he let you kill Mutti!" she snapped back. That did it. Her father pulled her up and backhanded her. Her cheek stung with a burning pain from the slap.

"How dare you bring your mother into this!" She closed her eyes as the smell of her mother's perfume engulfed her.

"Leave me alone.." she whispered as her father took his belt off. "What was that?" he growled. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!" she cried as she shoved him away from her and ran to her room. Slamming the door behind her and locking it she quickly filled a bag with her most prized possessions as her father pounded on the door. She put in a photo album full of pictures of her with her mother, the last birthday present she got from her mother, her cat Chessie, and lastly a book about Vlad the Impaler her hero. She gazed at his portrait on the cover for a moment before putting the bag on the shoulder and opening the window.

"OPEN THIS DOOR YOU BITCH!!" her father yelled banging loudly on the door. She looked back at the door then to the starry night sky. Swinging her leg over the windowsill she stepped onto the old metal fire escape. The black metal was rusted in some places and the structure itself seemed unstable. Grabbing the railing she moved across the old fire escape as her father rammed open her bedroom door. Chessie howled within the bag as she sensed the danger that her owner as well as herself were now in.

"GET BACK IN HERE NOW!!" her father roared with his head sticking out of the window. She never looked back, she kept her eyes focused on what was ahead of her. Her ears blocked out her father's yelling and her cat's howling. All that she could hear was a voice telling her to keep going. "Never give up.." it whispered, "Never look back.." She reached the ladder and felt uneasy. "Keep going.." the voice whispered. She took a deep breath and began to climb down. She yelped as she felt a violent shake and looked up. Her father had climbed out of her bedroom window and was now charging for the ladder. She gasped and started to climb down faster. As she reached the midway point her father violently shook the ladder causing the step she was standing on and the ones below it to break apart and fall to the ground. Dangling in mid-air she tried to grab hold of the step above her but there was another violent shake that made her nearly lose grip of the step. She looked up and saw her father staring down at her with an evil look on his face.

"No one can know what happened.." he growled. He started shaking the ladder harder and harder trying to make her fall. She watched helplessly as her father tried to kill her but something unusual caught her eye. The metal of the fire escape that her father was standing on began to bend underneath him. She watched as it bent more and more and then it broke.

She stared in shock as her father screamed and plummeted to the ground. His body made a sickening thud sound when he landed and his head split open. Looking down she saw the blood pool out around his head like her mother and his legs snapped like twigs beneath him. She got herself up onto the fire escape safely just as the police began to arrive. She looked through the hole trying to figure out how it broke when she a boy with dark hair and green eyes, the boy from her vision.. He nodded his head to her and then disappeared. She stood in shock staring at the place where the boy was. When she turned her eyes to the police she felt the breeze begin to kick up.

"Live and be free.." a deep voice whispered in her ear as she watched the police block off the area and cover her father's body. The wind blew through her hair and the voice was gone.