Prologue
She had to get out of here. She would be damned if she were to spend another night in this hell hole of a "home" Mischa thought bitterly. A home...the very thought of this being a home made her laugh a laugh that had no trace of humor in it. The laugh was laced with pain. It was not the laugh of a carefree teenager. This place was not a home it was a prison‚ her personal hell. 'I have to get out of here' Mischa thought to herself as she scrubbed the steps of the back porch vigorously. The mid summer sun suddenly dissapeared and the sun was suddenly replaced By a woman she was sure was sent from hell. "You missed a spot" she snarled pointing to a small spot of dirt on the last step of the porch. Mischa had only just started to Clean the third step out of the four steps . " I haven't started to Clean..the.." before she could finish she felt a kick in her lower abdomen. She whimpered in pain. This seemed to excite the woman that gave birth to her as she continued to deliver blow after blow to Mischa's stomach. Just when Mischa thought she was going to pass out from the pain into a realm of darkness her mother abruptly stopped. She leaned down so that she could whisper in Mischa's ear even though there was no one around to hear her even if she was shouting. She whispered " Do not ever back talk to me you little piece of shit. Your father will be home soon. I expect you to have dinner ready by then." and with that said she turned on her heels and went back inside leaving a weeping Mischa at the bottom of the porch steps. 'Yes' Mischa thought as warm tears streamed down her face. She would leave here or she would die trying. And if she were to die she'd bring one of them down with her. The thought caused the beginning of a small smile to form at the corner of her lips.
