Love Of The Dragon (Slow Updates)

Chapter 1: Escape

Leslie POV

I finally made out the hell hole I called home. I couldn't take it any longer, if stayed I might have ended up dead or something. There is no excuse of why my family treated me so badly. I guess I wasn't born the way they wanted me to be.

For the past twenty years I was treated less than a human being should be treated. It all started when I was baby, and I was born with an unusual birth mark. It was that of a dragon, it takes up almost my whole back and no matter what they did to have it removed, it always came back. They always treated me like carp but as I got older it got worse. From little slaps here or there, or purposely leaving me behind.

It really got bad when I turned ten. I wanted a birthday party because I never had one before. I asked my mother for one and she told me no, I threw a fit and wouldn't stop crying. Then my father came into the room took me by the hair kicked me in the stomach and tell me to shut the hell up. I stayed there not moving an inch. And from there on I was the family's bitch. I was used for cooking, cleaning, punching bag, and everything else you can think of.

There was a time when I was sixteen and I thought my brother would let his friends assault me. They had just come back from practice and I had just finished my chores. Brother had called me downstairs to make him and his friends something to eat. When I got down the stairs, I could tell something was wrong by the way they all stared at me. My instincts told me something wasn't right, but I didn't say anything, I went into the kitchen when I heard laughter following me, I payed no mind to it. Until one of them said something to me. "Wow Leslie, your filling out quite nice there." I pretended not to hear him but that seem to piss my brother off because he yelled at me to answer him, I didn't know what to say since there wasn't a question asked. So, I just said thank you and went on about my business. But in truth his comment made me uncomfortable.

Then I felt someone grab my butt while someone else grabbed my breast. It was so fast and sudden that I didn't react and just stood. Bad mistake, they thought that I liked it. Tried to fight them off but they were stronger than me. "please stop!" pleas fell on deaf ears. At some point someone's hand went under my shirt. I turned towards my brother with tears in my eyes, he stared at me for what felt like forever then turned away. "Leave her alone, she's not even worth it. You can find someone better than her." He said as he walked away. The other just and smacked their lips and grunted but stopped and walked away. For that I was grateful. That also was the time he brought his friends over to the house if no one else wasn't there.

But tonight, was the last straw, I can't take the pain and the hatred from anymore especially when it wasn't my fault. I made a special dinner for the family because they had some important people coming over. I did everything father told me to do and then I went to my cell of a room for the rest of the night.

It was two hours later that my father stormed into my room with an angry expression. I started to shake as he approached me and punched me in the chest and from there on beat me for reasons unknown to me.

I must have laid there for hours before coming the conclusion that I must leave. So, with that in mind, I forced my battered body off the floor and made myself to walk into my closet to get my emergency money that I have taken over the years from the family. They never noticed me most of the time, so it was easy for me to take it. I stuff all my personal information in to a bag and walked out my bedroom for the last time. It took me some time before I made it to the front door, my body screaming in protest to lay down. But I couldn't, at not now. Once I made it to the front door, I disarmed the alarm system and slowly opened the door knowing it wouldn't creak. The family wouldn't have it any other way.

I let out a relief breath that I didn't know I was holding and started the long painful walk down the drive way to my car I bought in secret. It the only thing I can call mine. Once I reached the car, I throw everything into the back seat and climbed into the front seat. Getting the keys out the glove department, I turned on the car and slowly started to drive away from the only home I ever knew.

With nowhere to go and no one to go to I just drove as far as the full tank of gas would take me. And for the first time in forever I felt free and away from the very people who are supposed to love, protect, and care for me.

End of chapter one and honestly it like the third time writing it cause for some reason heartland thought it was ok to keep deleting it so sorry if it seems a little rushed because it kind is and I'm not happy but any way
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