Chapeter 1

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Chapter 1

Ello there luv, my name is Christine Sky and this is a little bit about my past.

I was born in a very poor place in London. My family had barley enough money to put food on the table, let alone pay for the

shack we lived in. My mother would work all day and my father all night. When I was old enough, I started to work in a meat pie shop.

I was told that I made the best meat pies.

My mother told me that I had a natural talent, I guess she was right.

My mother would ofter tell me how beautiful I would become when I blossom into a young lady.

I would ask her where I inherited my looks and she would always say that I got my curly raven hair from my great-grandmother, but she had no clue where I recived my blood red eyes from.

See, she told me that they were a gift, but I thought of them as a curse.

No one ever looked me in the eyes, because they thought they were the sign of the devil and that got me angry, and when I got angry,they turned a horrible earth brown color.

I was horrible when I became angry.

I would throw things and curse so much that it would put a sailor to shame.

I tried to get better at that, but no such luck.

My mother was the one who taught me how to defend myself.

She told me if a man ever tried to throw himself on me, I should use anything I could find as a weapon.

She also told me how to have a sharp tongue, much to my fathers dislike.

My mother once told me that I was more boy than girl, and that I should just try to be a proper lady.

I know she just said this to protect me, but the thing was, I hated all the things girls did.

I hated sewing, talking about gossip, who is marring who, and especially the bloody tea parties.

Awe, the tea parties felt worse than hell. I hated all those things and wished that I could do things that men do.

Like travel the world, hunting, and all those things.

But no, I had to be cursed by being a girl and not being able to do any of these things, for it is frowned upon for girl to act like man.

So to prove my point, I would wear my hair in a messy horse tail, instead of the fashion of a proper bun.

This would usually earn me a scowl from the other ladies, but I say they should just go and mind there own business.

Let me be different. I wouldn't be another clone like those ladies.

I guess this came to good use, for when I became the age of 18; I had many male suitors who wanted to court me.

They would come up to my father and asked, and if they were rich, then my father would say yes.

But my mother always said no, and told them they should ask me, since it was my choice.

Well, when they came to me, without a second thought I would tell them flat out no and to go and suck on a dead dog nose and leave me alone.

This always earned me a good slap from my father.

He just wanted me to get married to a rich man, so that he didn't have to work anymore and to get me out of his way.

He really didn't care if I loved them or not, he was really just in this for the money.

He usually told me, after he slapped me, that I should just get marry before all the rich men where taken.

I would usually tell him that men are a dead weight and that this wasn't his concern, and that he should stick his big nose in someone else's life.

This got me another, harder slap this time, one that would cause me to bleed.

When my father was done, my mother would come and comfort me.

I really didn't need it, but just let her give it to me since her mother never gave it to her.

I hated him, I wanted him to go to the hottest place in bloody hell and leave me alone.

I would never give into him, no matter how hard he would slap me, Would never give respect to a man like him.

Well, a couple of years later, when I was 25, I got back from baking pies, my mother fell extremely ill. She would cough up blood, get a high fever and cry out in pain.

I took care of her as best as I could. I would use what little money I had to buy her medication.

While my father was at work, I would take care of her, then when he got home, he would tell me to get out so he could be alone with her.

This went on for a couple of weeks, but soon she lost the fight against her sickness, and died.

She looked so peaceful in her death bed, like she was only sleeping and not really gone from me forever.

At first I though it was my fault that she died, but after a while, I realized it was just her time to go.

Well, my father did't take the death of my mother as well as I did. He would miss days of his job until he finally decided to quit.

This meant that I had to work at the bakery twice as I had before. Well, At first I wasn't't very concerned about this and thought is was just for a little while.

But after a while,it started getting serious. He wouldn't come home till late, and usually he would be so drunk that he wouldn't recognize me.

He would usually beat me until he past out, but wouldn't fight him, I did't need to.

One day I had enough and followed him to were he was going away at night.

I was disgusted that he would go out and spend what little money we had on whore houses and the local bar.

Well, when he got home, I told him that he needed to stop wasting all our money on the houses and the bar.

He just slapped me so hard that my head was spinning, and told me to shut up and mind my own affairs.

I should of just stayed quiet, but something inside of me just snapped.

My eyes started turning brown when I got back up.

I yelled at him that he should just get off his fat, lazy ass and start caring his own weight since I wasn't going to anymore.

He started yelling insults at me and throwing things at me.

I was able to doge all of the things he threw at me, since I was so nimble, but soon after he threw all the thing he could at me, he got out his whip that he had since he was a young man.

This I couldn't dodge, no matter how hard I tried.

He lashed the whip on my back.

Again and again and again till my knees buckle underneath me.

I wouldn't cry out, I refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out for mercy.

All in a blur of movement, he was on top of me, pulling at my clothes and telling me hold still or he would kill me.

He started to kiss my neck and move down to my breast. I felt one of his hands start making its way up to between my legs, as the other one was occupied by undoing my dress.

He told me that I should pay for making his life a living hell, and that by giving him my virginity would make it all right.

All of a sudden, I felt this powerful hate and rage inside of me that I never felt before.

I used this advantage and pushed him off and went for the whip.

But just as I was reaching it, he grabbed my ankle causing me to fall down.

I was a little stunned on what had just happened, but I soon realized what he had done.

I still felt his disgusting hand wrapped around my ankle, and again moving up my leg.

I couldn't believe what was happening.

I saw the blood splatter and the ripped clothing on the rug.

I just couldn't fathom that my father would try to rape me.

I mean, I know he hated me, but this never crossed my mind that this could happen to me.

But I knew one thing for sure, I wouldn't let him deflower me.

I will choose on who can have me, but it won't be this bastard, if I could help it.

I twisted to face him and used my other leg to kick his face.

He gave a hideous cry and let go of my leg for a brief moment.

I took this change and grabbed for the whip.

As I held its cold, unfriendly leather handle, I felt like I held all the power of the world in my hand.

I took a moment to admire this wicked looking device.

It was a long thick string of leather that had nine tails to it.

On every tail was a piece of wire or glass sticking out from it like cruel little fingers, ready to dig into flesh.

I looked back and gasped at what I saw.

There in the mirror was my back, torn and bloody with the use of the whip.

I could tell just by looking that I would forever carry scars from this night.

Just as before the anger and rage came in a sudden rush that it almost knock me back.

It was time for him to feel what it's like to be on the reciving end of pain.

I lifted the whip above my head and used all my strength I had and brought it down upon him.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream as the whip hit his flesh.

This gave me even more encouragement, to see my father like this.

Just then, I cant really explain what this feeling was, but I felt happy, full of joy seeing him in pain.

I brought my friend back up again, and struck him again...and again. Each time it stuck him, he gave out a scream that sounded like a dieing animal, but he just threw more curses at me.

I was in such a rage that I did't even hear the curses.

I shouted at him: "All my life you have caused me nothing but pain and made my life hell, well now you get to feel the pain and misery you caused me!" and with that I struck him so hard that there was a sickening crack at the whip shattered his spine.

I watched as my father cry ed in pain as he was slowly dieing.

Finlay I would be free, free to do what I want to, not having to support him any more.

I walked up and stomped on my fathers back.

I could feel all the bones being crushed under my foot as my father let out one last pitiful cry.

Never again will I have to be his little puppet anymore.

I curled up the whip and put it back in its case.

Taking one last look at my fathers dead body, I went to my room to pack.

But just as I was done, there was a loud knocking on the front door.

I went to see who it was. I opened the door to see Judge Turpin standing there wit ha whole squad of police officers.

"Ello there madam" said the judge, "My we come in?"

A/n: Well there u have it. my first chap. I really hope u like it. this is my first story that i have ever MADE!

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