Your Daughter

                                                                              **The Beginning**

       - He had too much to drink that night and he went, too, crazy.  He started screaming a whole line of profanities and said we weren't good enough for him. The girl looked about 5, but she went through more than kid or person should go through. She hadn't realized what was happening, so she started to cry and he said, "Shut up you f*cking retard or I'll kill." He almost did, too. He pulled off his belt and started beating the girl. Her mother tried saving her, but he just pushed her away. He said she was worthless, just like her mother.  Then, he said he had to go kill the mom.  She was sitting on the couch huddled in a ball trying to shield herself from the blows and punches. Of course, it didn't work, it was useless. He was big and burly and she was so weak and fragile. What could she do?  I remember seeing him pick her up by her neck and, then, throwing her against the walls. The white walls were now smeared with red. I could hear her bones breaking every single time he kicked her.  He pulled his pocket knife out of his jeans and started stabbing every random spot he could find and there was blood everywhere, but the girl didn't know what to do.  He picked the mother up by her hair and started dragging her to their bedroom, while she kicked and screamed with what little power she had left. All I could hear were the blows to her head and body. The girl remembered the number they taught us in Kindergarten if there was ever an emergency. 9-1-1. She remember grabbing the phone and dialing that number. The sirens were bellowing out, barely minutes later. I heard the door unlock and I saw the dad drunkenly stumbling out with an evil glare on his face.  "You little b*tch,"  He screamed. Then he started beating the crap out of the little girl and the pain... it looked like it hurt so, so bad. Before the girl blacked out I remember seeing the cops burst in through the doors and arresting the father. I looked  to my other side and there was the mother, bloody and dead on the floor. Then I saw nothing, but blackness.......

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                                                                           **Chapter 1 **

                                                               -What Are These Dreams?-

        I awoke, my breath was ragged and my heart was pounding loud in my ears.  I'd been having the same dream since I was young. But, I don't know what they mean and they are really not dreams, more like nightmares.  I've gone everywhere trying to figure out what they mean and I don't think my Grandma is too chipper about the idea of a hypnotist or psychic. It's like she is scared to figure out what they mean, and she probably is. She is an old fashioned woman who believes in covering your self up and praying 1,000 times a day for every little thing.  She is an amazing  cook and gardener. She grows and cooks everything from scratch.  She thinks God will help us out with this whole thing, because he can produce miracles. Sure, I believe in Him, but sometimes you gotta leave it up to magic to fix things, like vudu or witch-craft or something.  Maybe, she'll come around, eventually. My name is Andrea Dryman, I don't know where my parents are they just left me with my Grandma Carol.  Everyone says I am so lucky to be with her because she's so rich, but she never buys me what I ask for, only what she thinks is appropriate for a brown haired, blue eyed young lady in the making.  Whatever, I don't care how much money I have to get from her to travel around the world to find out what these dreams mean, but I'm going to do it. It may sound crazy but it's happening someway, somehow. I'm going to pack up now and take my Grandmother's credit cards with me.