(hetalia fan fic) ON HOLD

~Six Months Earlier~

"Where is my dinner?" Roars my dad or stepdad really, Rick.

"I didn't know when you would be home so I didn't make enough. I'm sorry...dad." I somehow managed to choke the last word out. I only called him anything other than Rick when I was trying to avoid a beating, or piss him off.

"Stop talking and start making me food or I'll slap you and cut off your food for days, ya hear me!?" I notice his words are slurring so he's getting even drunker.

I rush into the kitchen and start to make him dinner. Normally I'm a pretty good cook unless it's Rick I'm cooking for then I make sure to make it terrible. Once I finish the soup I spit into it and give it to him the run upstairs to my room before he can hit me

"ROSE COME HERE NOW!!!!" Rick shouted.

"My name isn't Rose. It's Isabelle. Your wife's name was Rose, you know my mom that died." I say walking slowly towards the dining room

"I don't care what your name is I told you to make dinner, not pig slop, you bitch." He says savagely.

I held my head up high and didn't let him see the fear in my eyes. He wasn't normally like this something happened at the bar or somewhere that made him angry. "If you didn't like my cooking then you can make it yourself." I say evenly.

He smacks me across my face and it stung, but I held back my tears and tried to swallow the lump in my throat. "You don't talk to me like that." He spat.

"Then don't hit me." I said before I could catch myself.

'Damnit Isabelle, you idiot. You need to watch your attitude or he'll hit you even harder.'Rick grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me up so I was eye to eye with him. "You need to learn a lesson Rose. Respect you father or you'll regret it."

"I'm. Not. Rose." I say slowly then I kneed him as hard as I could in his gut and when he let go of my hair I bolted to my room and locked the door.

"You little whore!!! Get back here now!!" He commanded.

I grabbed a bag shoved a spare shirt and pants then I grabbed my pocket knife slid it in my pocket and grabbed anything else I might need. Luckily I had been preparing for this and I had a huge bag full of food hidden in here and I hid all my stuff under my bed and waited for Rick to go back to bed. Which might take a while.

He pounded on my door and screamed insults at me for maybe a hour then I heard him storm downstairs. I waited until about four or five in the morning then I silently slipped out of my room and down the stairs. I made it to the door when I heard a noise that made my blood run cold and me freeze midstep. It was the sound of a gun being cocked.

"Well trying to run away are we now? Now set your pack down get in the kitchen and make me a good dinner or this bullet is going through your spine." He says, his voice slurring even more than a few hours ago.

I turn around and take my bag off slowly and then walk to the kitchen while he watches me make him food I try to think of a plan. When I finish cooking and give him his food I turn to walk back up to my room when I hear a gunshot go off barely missing my ear.

"I didn't tell you to leave."

"I'm going to bed."

"No. You need to be punished for disobeying me."

"I'm going to bed."

He gets up and grabs me by the back of my neck and throw me onto the floor across the room. Then he grabbed the fire poker and swung at me. I got out of the way and kicked him in the back of the knee making it buckle. He curses and takes a hit at me. It connects with my cheek bone and it took all my willpower not to cry out in pain. I then pulled the knife out of my pocket and stab him in the arm before he can grab my hair. He pulls the knife out of his arm and slashes it across my stomach. I must of been high on adreniline or something because even though it was deep I didn't really feel it. I try to turn and run again but he cuts me across my back. Then he grabs the hood of my jacket and yanks me back towards him. Then I kick him in the stomach grab my bag and run out of the door as fast as I can.

I was away. Finally. I had suffered abuse at his hand for fifteen years, and I finally got away. As I'm running I see a black cat making its way after me.

"Shadow!? You sneaky girl you followed me!" I wanted to scold her for following me but I don't know how long it was before Rick would be after me.

At least I won't have to make this journey alone, I'll have Shadow with me. She meowed at me and wanted for me to pick her up. I did and started to run again. I couldn't and wouldn't let Rick find me. Though I'm sure he'll try relentlessly. I ran for as long as I could and I was in the middle of some woods when I doubled over panting and trying to make out where I was. I started walking but I stopped from the agonizing cut in my stomach and back. I would have to buy some bandages along with hair dye and colored contacts so it would be harder for Rick to reconize me. I take off my shirt and since it was already torn I rip it up and use it for a bandange. Then I pull on another one and I so I finally no longer look like I was almost killed.

It took a little while but I finally found a store that sold brown hair dye and colored contacts. I bought some blue contacts so that they covered my blood red eyes. Rick always said I was cursed and stuff because my eyes where red and my hair was blonde. With my newly cut and dyed hair and different colored eyes I started walking again. Shadow I kept in my bag leaving a hole big enough for her to poke her head through if she got hot or curious. By nightfall again I had reached some woods yet again. So I made a tiny fire and laid out the blanket I brought and tried to fall asleep.