Black Ice

~*Bee*~


My father is a bastard. My mother, I hardly knew.

Yep.

Lifes a bitch.

Especially when your me.

I live in a world where rape is common, abuse happens daily, and death is as usual as the sun rising.
I wish I was somewhere else. Anywhere else. Wherever my mother is, is where I want to be.
She was nice, she taught me love, happiness, and how important life really is. My father didn't. He taught me hate, war and death. And that was at the age of three, when he killed Janice, my Mother, my best friend.

Now its just me and him.

Him and me.

I want mother back.

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"PAN"

I sighed and put down my pencil. Getting homework done was a mission around here. I stood from
my resting place on my bed and walked out of our caravan to where my father was.

"Yes father?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

He turned my way. His beady black eyes looking into mine, "Girl, don't take that tone with me. Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?"

"What is It father" I spoke in a stern voice. I had no respect for him. Just anger and hate.

He took one last puff on the cigarette before throwing it to the ground and extinguishing.
“I found you a boy today"

"Whats that suppose to mean?"

"You know very well what I mean. His names Mearl. He'll be around at five thirty to get you, so be ready. And I don't want any smart remarks thrown his way, He's paying me good money for you"

"WHA-"

"And what has happened in the past, stays in the past, you got that"

"Father you can't be serious!"

He was selling me, my own father, selling me! His daughter.

"Well anit' I got no use for you girl! All you do is cost me money. And thats something I don't have! Besides, theres lots of other girls your age there, you can make some friends" He looked at me with a slight smirk.
He knew something I didn't.
That was never a good sign.

"Father, what does Mearl do?" I asked slowly, I already had a few guesses on what this meal guy may do for a living.

"Thats none of your concern. Now go away. I don't want to see your face till five"

So thats what I did. I went inside, grabbed what few belongings I owned, and left.

"No father" I whispered as I walked down the street, "You wont see me at five"


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That night was the worst of my life.

My father came looking for me, not out of concern, but for the money he would get when he sold me.
I saw Mearl as well. He did what I expected. He ran a brothel. My father was selling me as a prostitute. It made me sick to my stomach.

I hid in the shadows while the two men abused and blamed each other for my disappearance. It made me smirk. I was to clever for them. I could have walked right past them, and they would never know it was me.
On the ground, at my ankles, was my black hair. The majority of it anyway. I put my pocket knife back in my pocket and shock my head, still trying to get use to the lightness of my hair.

It fell just past my ears, I remember having it this short when I was younger, but that was when mother still lived, she had liked it that way. It made her look like a boy, but if one looked closely, they could easily see she was in fact a young woman.

Plus It kept perverted old men away.

And that was always a bonus.


I watched as my father and Mearl gave up their search, proclaiming me dead. My father would go home with no money. Mearl would go home with no hooker. I would find a new home.


I wondered the streets till the early hours of the morning. I didn't know where I was anymore.
I was out of the city, I knew that much, but where?

Coming to a stop, I looked around. That was a good question, where was I? I angrily kicked a rock out my way.
"Good going, Pan" I talked out loud, no one was around to hear me anyway. "I should have grabbed a map"

I looked behind me when I heard the sound of car. It pulled to a stop beside me.

The last thing I needed right now was some guy hitting on her.

Luckily for me, It wasn't.

"Hello luv, you look a bit lost. Can I help?"

An elderly lady asked as she leaned the car window. "Hop in. Its not safe for young woman to be out walking at this hour. I'll give you a lift to wherever It is your trying to go"

I stared at her blankly. A ride? Where was I going anyway?

"Well hop in hun"

"Uh thanks, but I'm not really going anywhere ."

"Don't worry about It, you can just go where I going"

I smiled, my first smile in years. "Thank you, mam" I got into the back seat. I stayed awake for a while, watching her, making sure she was no threat, but by daybreak, I was asleep.

And when I awoke, I was no longer in the car. The old lady was no where in sight. I was alone in the middle of a field. My bag sat at my feat, a note rested on top. I picked it up to read.


Dear Luv,

I know how awful life can be, so I brought you here.

I'll check on you later,
Old lady


Oh great. Maybe I would have been better off with Mearl.

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Its been an hour since I got here, maybe two. Who knows? Who cares?

I leaned back stretching out onto the grass behind me. I closed my eyes and listen to the sounds around me.

It wasnt the singing of the birds that got my attention, nor the swaying of the trees in the
wind.

It was the sound of another.
"Hello"

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The plot line properly seems a little weird, but that should clear up soon ^-^
The abusive father, and dead mother are not Gohan and Videl!!!!They are other people
I know I should finish my other fics before I start a new one, but I have a bad case of writers block..eck!

Anyway, Till next time,
Bee