Even though it was in the middle of summer tonight was a cold and stormy night. Her mother was having to work late tonight and her step-father just walked in the door with her half sisters. She knew she had to hide. If he found her it would be another long terrible night. She couldn't take another long, crazy, painful, horrible night. She has had enough pain. She shouldn't have to endure this anymore. She should be allowed to leave and move on from this. She needs to live her own life for herself. She needs and wants to be free. She was going to find a way out one way or another. It's time for her freedom even if she has to take it by force. I am her, and she is me. My name is Violet, and this is the story of how I became the most known and feared teenager of all time in our little town. The pain and suffering my step-father caused me started when I was only Eight years old. I decided I will no longer be a prisoner. And I will not ask forgiveness for what I have done.
I wasn’t feeling well and was already in bed. With this storm I was getting sick or so I thought. I heard my step-father come in with my half-sisters. I jumped out of bed and spread the sheets up fast. I scrambled to find somewhere to hide. I needed to hide fast. I couldn't let him find me. My step-father Steven started calling my name and I panicked diving into my closet in the back right corner. I knew his shoes would be off so the sound of him walking down the hall would be slightly muffled.The last thing he said before he entered my room was, “VIOLET it’s time. You know with this stormy weather and your mom working late I’m cold and lonely you better get out here right now and fix this problem.” It didn’t take long after he entered my room to find me. He took one glance at my bed and then looked over to the closet. I knew when, I looked up I was doomed, as I made one big mistake. I didn’t close the closet door, he immediately ripped me out of the closet, throwing me on the ground. I tried pleading with him because I’m sick.”Please stop. Stop Steven I'm sick. Can’t you see I’m running a fever. Leave me alone. Why are you being so cruel.”, I pleaded with Steven. It was no use. He was already straddling me while he is still dripping wet from the rain. His shirt was already off. It was nothing for Steven to take his shirt off on his way to his room when it was raining, but he never went into his room, he always ended up in mine instead.He covered my mouth and ripped open my clothes, no matter what I was going to fight he would not do this to me again, he was smart he brought a knife this time. He put that knife to my throat as he leaned next down by my ear and whispered, “Don’t let your sisters hear you. You know I will kill you. My girls are to remain clueless as to what goes on in this house.” He then removed his hand from my mouth, I wanted to scream, but I knew that his threat wasn't empty, besides my sisters never needed to find out. When he removed his hand from my mouth it was only to finish removing his pants. I squirmed hoping that he would just give up. It was no help at all as I felt him finish kicking off his pants and not even noticing that I was moving, as if I was nothing more than a little worm he could squash on demand. As I longed to be a real part of my sisters’ lives, but I could not hide what their dad was doing to me forever. I knew that no matter what some day they would find out exactly what was going on in the house and that day would be the death of me. I loved them so much and couldn’t stand seeing them hurt and this would hurt them the most. As these thoughts coursed through my mind my step-father Steven was having his way with me taking his time caressing my body with his rough harsh hands, before he forced it inside of me. The second I felt him force himself in I started silently bawling. I wanted to scream at him to get it out. I feel so ashamed and disgusted by this. This time he moved his hand close to my face and I didn’t even think, I just went for it and bit a chunk out of his hand hard. His hand was bleeding before he moved, when he did he hit me so hard my mouth was bleeding, he moved just enough that I could push him off of me and make a run for it. I went into the hall to the bathroom and locked the door. I kept a to-go bag in the loose floorboard in front of the bathtub. My to-go bag had a few clothes and some essentials like an extra toothbrush. I didn't waste time when I put this together by putting much in it, as I would need to be light. The only extra I put in my backpack was a picture of my grandmother with me from when I was small. I pulled the old backpack I told my mom I lost out. Steven kept banging on the door until he broke it in. He thought the had me cornered, but I dove under his feet. I ran back to my room and shoved my desk in front of the door. I slid my backpack off real fast to slide on my nightgown laying on the floor of my bed. I grabbed my backpack in a hurry. I opened my window and climbed out. I made it out just before he bust opened my bedroom door
Within seconds I was completely drenched from head to toe. I had bruises all over my body and my mouth was still bleeding, it's pouring down rain and I have no where to go, I took off running knowing I had no time to rest. It wasn't possible for me to go to any of my friends houses, most of them had no idea what was going on, I couldn’t call anyone as I didn’t have my phone. Plus most of their parents were acquainted ennough with Steven they would just call him and let them know I was there. It would be reported as yet another run away scheme and not what it really was an escape from the prison they call home. Suddenly I remembered what Zoey and her twin brother Jaylor had told me, they have a treehouse with a bed in it where their father use to take them camping, to go to the treehouse if I was ever in trouble. Jaylor was the only one that knew the whole truth about what Steven had done. Zoey just knew part of it, I couldn’t bare telling her the whole truth she was my best friend and
With that question I looked up and glared at him. Thinking to myself can he not see that I am busy plotting my own schemes here? Does he not think about that now that I have a power I’m not just gonna sit back anymore? Before I could babble more in my head he took his phone out and called Zoey. Angrily I asked, “Why did you call your sister? I don’t want her involved in this.” He sat there looking at my guiltily not knowing what to say. Just as I was about to scold him more Zoey walked in. Of course as soon as she saw what state I was in she panicked. She only glanced at my body for a quick second before she ran to me. In a panicked state she stated, “Violet we must take you to the hospital right away. What happened to you? Did Steven go too far again and hit you?” I responded, “Zoey, it's always been more than just hitting and I can not go to the hospital. There is nothing anyone will do about it.” Looking exhausted I did not explain further, for I couldn't explain the secretes of my
Just as I was getting worried I got a message from Zoey checking on me. She even sent one to Jaylor when I didn’t respond right away. I had always been close to Zoey. She was the sister I always wanted before my little sisters were born. I would have been lost without her. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being super mad at me and not talking to me. I was so relieved when I got her message. It was now Friday which meant family night and I would be left all alone in the treehouse. Jaylor had finished getting ready and was leaving to go to dinner. Before he left he promised he would come straight back after family night. I was too tired and stressed to fix myself anything to eat. I was getting ready to read a book to pass time until he got back. When I decided I might as well just get ready for bed first. I was reading when Zoey and Jaylor walked in. I jumped up and gave Zoey a big hug as I was happy to see her. Somehow she got her mom to let her spend the night in the treehouse. Being
Before I could even think about taking the Police Chief out I needed to train harder. My power was strong but I couldn’t always control it.No matter what I did I always Glowed an Amber color. The time has finally come. I will get my revenge on them all of them. My fireballs needed to be perfected as well as my aim. My fireballs are that of a warm campfire without the wood. There's a happy warm feeling when I use them. I get lost in that pretend safety feeling. I must get over that if I am to perfect them. My igniting things needed to be more proficient. I needed to learn how to be stealthy. If I was going to do this I had to do this right. I had to be able to control my breathing and my anger. I know my anger will get the best of me if I can't learn to control it. I can't afford to fail. Failure is not an option. I want to be free from all of this. I will not be a sex slave anymore. I had to be quiet. I had to be invisible. I knew this was going to take a lot of work. So I had to get s
Now it was time to train harder. The first one was a little rocky so we can’t have that next time. That just doesn't work. I trained super hard for a couple days and rested for one before deciding it was time to follow the next target. I could no longer count them as a person all I could call them was a target detaching myself from them all together. I spent a couple of weeks following the next target because I decided to get more of them than one person at once this time. Four cars equals eight people and I wanted them all at once. These eight will fall together. They will all fall at once. There will be no one left standing when I'm done. Next on my list were the deputies; they were all partnered together so this would be fast; they always ate lunch at the local dinner. I waited for them to get out of the dinner once all the cars where on the road I ran out in front of them to make them stop. They crashed into one another and that wasn’t enough for me. I threw fireballs at
This next one would be hard for me. The risk of getting caught was a lot higher. But MRS. JOHNSON had to be next. I had to train even harder to blend in so I would not be seen. My blending in training was going to be extensive. I needed to be pretty much invisible and quick or I would never pull this off. This target was going to be more challenging as it was inside instead of outdoors and the public space only made it worse. At least having first hand knowledge of where all the cameras are helps. After all I had only been going there my whole life it seems. There was only one school in this dinky town. Really who names a town Little Dude anyhow? So we are the Little Dude Of Texas like why? I mean our team was the Little Dude Ranchers. Someone had a sense of humor. I knew I was going back to school for my teacher who was wrapped around Steven’s fat finger. She would pay for letting him use her classroom to molest me. I got to the school and for a moment I hesitated going into t
The plans for the ugly step loser and my horrific mother had to be 100% absolutely perfect. I had to train myself emotionally for this. I knew they were going to try and turn my sisters against me. I would have to spend months going to my sisters and making sure they are okay and getting more information about what my crazy parents are up to. I have been on my own so long now that it seems natural. If I go through with this who will take care of Anna and Kaylee. I had to find someone to care for them before I could move on. Our Grandmother mysteriously died trying to get custody of me from my parents. That left no one else. I must find a suitable person too care for the girls. As I still have been going out at night taking out anyone else that thinks it’s okay to force themselves on anyone. I must go into town I have nothing left. As I walk through town everyone cowards and hides. In fact the only person not scared of me is Steven. Zoey saw me and at first she was coming to me until sh
I get home and the physical part of my training gets intensified. I don’t know what’s else to do. This is the only way I could think of to help me blow off some steam. I have to get these emotions under control. I have destroyed all of my targets, and I have to make new targets. As I am in the deep woods those are all the materials I have. At least I can make as many targets as I need. If I can’t find a way to somehow control my emotions I will fail at my mission. Feeling the pressure of no mistakes I begin to feel down. This time when I tried igniting the targets everything burned a beautiful Jade Blue yet there was no damage done. In fact the plants that were already damaged seem to heal. I’m so confused I don’t understand. As I went inside to ponder what was going on I started feeling even more alone. Why are the flames a beautiful Jade blue? How did that heal the damage that was already done? Doesn't fire just destroy things? How could it possibly heal anything? Meanwhile Zoey was