Two of a kind 《 Bucky Barnes X OC 》《 Wattys 2018 》

Before Mindfreak (Part 1)

Authors note:

Some more mature stuff in this chapter, including some gore, violence, drug use, etc.

Over 27 years ago:

A drug addict and her loyal husband found out they were expecting a child, “Hun, you should really cut back on the smoking, it's dangerous for the baby.” her husband tried to reason with her, he really did.

“Can it Harold, you know I only do this so I won't shoot up anymore.” she lied.

During the day when her husband was at work, pulling at least six, ten hour shifts a week, the woman was doing more than just smoking.

She was using drugs, drinking an average of seventeen bottles of beer a day, on top of the occasional shot of whiskey or bourbon with her daily glass of red wine, she knew it was probably not good for the children she was carrying, but she didn't really care.

The addict was a street walker on nights her husband was working the graveyard shift, she took up the sport due to the drug addiction that she was hiding from her husband mostly, also because she felt that her husband was neglecting his husbandly duties.

Before she knew it, she was in debt over her addiction, this led to her husband’s early, unexpected and unnecessary demise just three weeks before she was due, they shot him in front of her as a warning to pay up or be taken out.

The men who shot her husband retrieved the bullet from his head in front of her before they left, to make sure once she reported the murder that they wouldn't be found after the police started to investigate the murder.

When the day came for her to give birth, reality hit her, all of the bad decisions she made during her pregnancy led her to being in the hospital room without her husband to help her through it.

The first child came, but it did not cry, a nurse was quickly ordered to take him out of the room, a second child came, this child cried, but the bad decisions in her mother's life led to the baby girl being deformed, only having one leg and only part of the other, on top of the baby boy being stillborn.

First thing the mother did upon giving birth was leaving the county since she was still in debt, with fear they would find her child, she gave her a last name that wasn't her own, a first name that meant worthy, a middle and last that when combined meant fighter woman, little to her knowledge, this beautiful and meaningful Latin name would soon be forgotten by the young girl for many years.

Unable to actually crawl correctly until she was of four years old, this led to the girls mother yet again falling into her old habits.

Bad habits took hold, the girls mother was absent most of her younger life, in debt once again, this time, unable to run and hide.

Through her first years of school, teachers pitied her, kids called her names, the adults all around that her mother would often bring to their house would do both, emotionally the girl was broken because her body was too.

Eventually, the girl set her mind to do something greater, something to allow her to fit in with her peers, something that would allow her to walk, dance, run, swim, do all of the things she never could, she made her mind up when she turned eight, things would change, and she was going to make sure of it, “After I'm done, no one will call me a freak again.” she vowed to herself.

Around 17 years ago:

The girl, now ten years old was being shoved behind the couch, “Come on Sweetie, it won't be long, just stay right there, stay quiet, and don't move no matter what you hear.” her mother said, before pushing the couch back closer to the wall just enough to hide the girl.