My name is Isabella Winchester. I lived a hard life I live with my father, mother, and three siblings. I am the second eldest, so I try to take the brunt of the hard life so my siblings don't have to worry so much. My father was one day let go from his job due to cutbacks. He turned to alcohol and gambling. My mom who was always a stay at home mom was always on him to try to find work elsewhere but the job my father was trained for was becoming obsolete. He would have to go back to school and be retrained for something else and we couldn't afford it. My siblings and I went to public school which is great since this free. I wanted to go into the study of computers and science alongside my best friend Peter Parker. He recently moved in with his Aunt and Uncle two doors down from me since his parents died. Peter and I have been best friends since we were in diapers. Our parents were best friends and are close to Mrs. May and Mr. Ben. In order to help pay for some bills in the house I agreed to work for the horse track about an hour away. I go there every day. I spend about five hours after school and the weekends 9-6 . I am basically a loner. My boss took pity on me as I was only eleven and had one of the jockies teach me how to ride and care for the horses. My paycheck was sent to my mother for the house until I learned that she would give most of it to my father to pay the bills and all he would do was gamble it away so I begged my boss to send it directly to who should be getting while only giving a portion to my mother to give to my father for if she didn't give him anything she would get beaten by my father. When I was twelve I was promoted from janitor to a person who looks after the horses, and eventually I got so good at riding the boss was willing to put me in the races if I won I would get a cut to put in my pocket. Depending on the race I walked away with $500 if I participated and a third of the pot if I won. I understood money so I was able to place bets and actually come out on top, unlike my father, 95% of the time. By the time my siblings birthdays were rolling around I had gotten them jobs under my boss too only all the money they made went into an account neither my mom nor dad could touch. By the time my siblings graduated high school I wanted them to have options. I made sure my siblings excelled in school when my parents were too busy to care. My father one day was betting on the horse race I was in but instead of betting on me, as his daughter, he bet on someone else. I bet my entire savings on myself knowing if I won my savings would at least quadruple on top of the prize money I would get. The boss having enough faith in me to allow me to race in the biggest race of the year was a huge vote of trust because if I came in last it would look bad on him. This race is looked forward to all year long only the best race in it and people from all over the country come to see it. To give an idea of how important this day is for the track, everyone works today like it is a holiday with double hour pay on your paycheck plus any tips you make are yours. It is not unheard of to get up to $200 or higher in tips on this day. On top of racing in the race I also was to take care of the horses and clean before and after the race. I raced on top of the horse called Sweet Dreams. I won. I was overwhelmed with how happy I was. Over a year I saved up six grand from various odds and ends jobs plus another ten grand from working for the track and races. I quickly ran to the bookie who quickly pulled me to the side.
"Kid, I don't know how you knew and I don't care. I've seen you race before and you are amazing but these people had no confidence in you. Your boss, myself, and you are the only ones out of 200 people to vote in your favor. I would expect a massive raise from your boss. You won $1,082,666.67." The bookie said and caught me when my body collapsed
I never in my wildest dreams ever thought of having that kind of money. The bookie said that my boss set up an account in my name, with only myself able to get into it, the moment my boss got his winnings. I was still in a daze when I walked away from the bookie so I never saw my fathers fist coming. When I woke up I was in a dark room and my father was arguing with a guy in dark suit and hat. I was able to hear what they were saying.
"Look I can't just force someone to trade themselves for you as that goes against the contract. They have to do it of their own free will." The dark man said
"You're not forcing I am. She's nothing more than a brat anyways I have two more. She made me lose the bet anyway. SO as long as you don't force her and she signs the contract I'm spared right?" My father said hysterically
"Correct. She's awake." The dark man said
I got up to run but my father grabbed me by my hair and dragged to this rolled up peace of paper.
"Sign it, brat." My father demanded
"No, what is it?" I said back
He back handed me before demanding again but I kept refusing so my father kept beating me while the man in the dark cloak watched. I could barely see underneath it and could tell the dark man wasn't human. My father kept beating me and screaming at me to the point I just wanted the pain to stop so I painstakingly began signing the contract. I began to feel like I was on fire but I kept writing I felt the pressure of my fathers hands leave me but I had still kept going as blood loss was becoming a problem. I had started on the E in my name when the contract was snatched away my sight was becoming fuzzy but I could still hear.
"I may not be able to collect her now, Phantom, but because she was signing the contract she does now have the powers of a Ghost Rider. Though her father is far from innocent I will give you a trade. I've grown fond of my play toy. I won't harm him but he will be under my control. The girl will get some extra power and her family never have to worry about my toy again. You cannot claim his soul however. That will belong to me when his time comes." One said
"Fine but I will be training the girl. I doubt she wants her father anywhere's near her anyway." the other said
I felt the wind pick up and I could tell that I was beginning to heal.
"There it is done. She can heal, extreme strength, and control fire and air. Good bye, Phantom. Come along, Vincent, you have been a very bad boy." the first one said
I could her my father scream as he was dragged away. I was lifted up and I could feel a horse underneath me.
"Come on Kid. I have plenty to teach you while you work for me."
AN: Shout out to my inspiration from lauraleal833
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