Talons Fighting

My father walks through the door his hair askew and his tie a little loser and sloppier than it should be for "a day at the office" my mother chooses to ignore the lipstick stain on his unshaved stubble ridden face and the stench of cheap perfume mixed with the heavy smell of rum and whiskey, just as he chooses to ignore the tight forced smile on her face, as she grimaces when he kisses her cheek. Its the same horrible thing every day our routine so to speak, I've seen them do this since i was eight when my big brother died. My mother was planning on running with me or so she said we had tried before but he always found us in the end, and i took each beating for my mother just as she saved my virtue every time he almost went to steal it.

Talon heart is now a 17 year old girl who sees more than she should and has more beatings than a man in an illegal fighting ring, escaping death a few times by the skin of her teeth. Will they escape and who will be the unexpected saviour be.