Chapter 1: Default Chapter

"Damn it, Marlene," Biff shouted, cursing his wife. "I thought I told you to have dinner on the table when I got home. Jesus, you're useless."

Marlene, Biff's wife of five years, recoiled from her husband as he shouted, throwing a beer bottle through the air at her head. She moved just slightly to the left, letting the bottle hit the wall, leaving a dent in the dry wall from the impact.

Sarah stuck her head out and winced as she saw her mother withstanding more unnecessary abuse at the hands of her second husband.

Sarah's father had died in a car accident when Sarah was only 10 years old. A year and a half later Sarah's mother, Marlene, started dating this man she knew, Biff Tannen. Within the year, they were married. Apparently they had gone to high school together. Sarah didn't like him, and apparently neither did one of the guys she went to school with, Marty McFly. Biff was a jerk, and Sarah would have preferred to drop out of school and get a job than live off this bastard's money.

"Sarah!" he shouted, a loud, booming voice. He stalked towards her room and she slammed the door shut and tried to hold it. He opened the door as the 145 pound 18 year old girl was nothing in comparison to his huge hulking mass. "Damn it, Sarah, get out here!" he pushed harder and Sarah was flung into the wall.

"Biff no!" Marlene shouted, begging for her daughter's safety. "Biff, she's only a child!" the frantic mother grabbed her husband's shoulders, trying to pull him away from her. It was even more useless than Sarah's fighting back, Marlene was barely 120 pounds soaking wet.

Biff easily threw his wife to the ground and snatched his step daughter up, dragging her out into the living room by her hair. "She might only be a kid, but she sure gets around, eh?" he breathed down onto her neck and all Sarah could smell was alcohol. "You're a looker, just like your mom, kid. Too bad you've got her sense of self worth, eh? Could be a real hot ticket, sweet cheeks."

Biff released his death grip on her hair and Sarah fell to the ground, scrambling to get onto her feet. Her arm stretched behind her for balance. Bad move. A rock solid grip attached itself to her wrist and pulled her into him. "A little slut too, just like mom," Biff grinned like the pervert that he was. His free hand cupped her ass and gave it a hard and rough squeeze. He leaned in. Sarah smelt the booze on his breath and recoiled, only feeling the rough grip on her ass and another tangled in her hair. "Gimme a kiss..."

"Ow, damn it Biff! Get your paws off me," Sarah protested the violation of her body, trying to get away. She wriggled a hand up between their bodies and tried to push him away. It didn't work. He still had a grip on her wrist, but with his free hand he slapped her hard across the face. He released his grip and she collapsed to the ground.

The world swirled around her. Colours and lines blurred into one and she fell off her feet as Biff stepped over her. "Not even worth my time. The pair of you," he growled and headed into his room

Marlene knelt beside Sarah and helped her daughter into a seated position. "I better get you some ice," Marlene said when her daughter had enough balance to stay seated on her own.

'You'd do better to get me a gun,' she thought to herself. She hated this. She wasn't going to put up with this anymore. She refused to. Of course, she thought that every time this happened, which was getting more and more frequent. Sarah was becoming tired with just thinking these things.

'Next time,' she thought to herself. "Next time," she repeated out loud as her mother returned with an ice pack.

"What about next time, dear?" Marlene put the ice against a bruise that was already coming out on her cheek.

"Next time I won't let him hurt you," the young girl felt the touch of her mother against her forehead. "Mom... I'm serious. Next time I'm not going to take it..."

"Aw, darling, I know how you feel," her mother kissed the young girl's forehead. "But if it weren't for Biff, darling, we wouldn't have all the things we do."

"Like what, Mom?" Sarah was starting to get angry with her mother's apathy. "Concussions and broken bones?"

"Keep your voice down, sweet heart..."

Sarah slumped back and sighed. It was impossible. Her mother was in love with the jerk, despite all natural thoughts of self preservation. Sarah was starting to resent the woman for that. She was starting to resent a lot of things; Biff and his alcohol abuse, not to mention the abuse that he put Sarah and her mother through; Her mother for sitting there and taking it. And even herself for not doing anything; she was old enough, she could leave, but she was worried what Biff would do to her mother if she did.

Her concussion was starting to kick in and she slipped back, feeling sleepy. Sarah fell closed her eyes and let the black calm of sleep take over. Even with the danger of going into a coma, it would be better than living one more day with that alcoholic rapist pervert Biff.