I tried to scream, but it got caught up in my throat. With a cry, he slapped me across my face.
I whimpered so quietly I couldn't even hear myself. The blows kept hitting, until they became with other objects. He even got a bread knife and slashed my back.Another scar to match all of the others.
I cried as my back burned. Every touch-every small whirl of wind- sent another inferno of pain spiraling. I wanted to go run, go tell someone, get vengeance. But I couldn’t- he had me trapped against a corner. Again- not that I could run anyways, being delirious with pain.
Something grumbled ferociously. He glanced up at the ceiling, and I took that one short chance to use the thunder to my advantage- as I always do. I sprinted into my room, slamming and locking the door.
Before my brother left, he had created an unbreakable door with a lock that was completely, undeniably impossible to pick. The only spot where it was open to the door was the peep hole. It was my only safe haven. The only freedom from my father’s fists.
“PASCALE!” My father roared, slamming his fists against the door. I looked at my poor, poor reflection in the mirror. My face was basically a light purple all over, mixed with fresh red-blood and stinging skin- and any tan of my normal skin hiding behind a bruise. My back was bloody; I could only tell from the steady drip upon the floor. My eyes were both puffy, my left one more than the right; the light, pale green pleading for it to end, for a break from this torture. But I faced it: I had to eat. I had to drink. I had to go to the bathroom some time or another.
My lips were trembling, my entire body like jelly. I collapsed onto my bed in relief, which was a very, very wrong move. My back, open to the world, stung where the fabric hit it; but I didn’t even care anymore. It was tens of times better then being stung from my father’s various knives.
A very, very faint knock. I glanced out my peep hole, but no one was there, so it couldn't be my father. Unless he was trying to trick me... well, he isn't that competent.
The knock was louder this time.
“Who are you?” My father’s faint voice asked. Someone was at the door.
“I need….now.” The stranger said. I had a small view of him, but even from that I could tell he had something… different about him. Extraterrestrial, maybe.
“Who are you?! You’ll never take Pascale! She’s happy here!”
No. No, I’m not.
“Where is she?” The creature, who was definitely male, growled.
“You’ll never take my Pascale! I love her, and she loves me!”
“No, she doesn’t!” The creature replied. “The sky knows what its saying! And the clouds are giving me signs that a girl names Pascale is in desperate need of help!” My breath stopped. Great, I was between some insane stranger and my abusive parent.
“They sky?! You've escaped from an assylum!”
"It told me Pascale was in trouble."
"Even if a Pascale is in trouble, how do you know she is here? There could be other people with that name!"
“Really?” The stranger replied, as if he were dumb. “Oh, well, maybe I was mistaken. And maybe the world database was, too.”
“You hacked it, just to find my Pascale?”
“I don’t ignore the sky!”
“That’s a federal offense! I can have you arrested for life!”
“I don’t give a damn!” The creature roared. Silence. “Just show me the girl.”
My trembling fingers touched the lock. Did I dare? Would I be any better off with this beast than I would be with my father?
Seems I didn’t have a choice to make the decision as I saw the thing come striding down the hall. It saw me looking from the peep-hole, though just my green eye.
“Is this her?”
Yes, yes!
“No.” Said my father.
I took the risk and looked out the peep hole.
“I don’t believe you.” Said the creature. He began to stroke the door, like he was planning to punch it down.
With a growl of sorts, my father threw himself onto the creature. In one swift movement, his back was on the ground, the stranger standing with a foot on his chest. “I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” He turned to the door and saw my eye. “Pascale, move away from the door. I’m going to kick it down.”
I obeyed and, after that display, I didn't doubt he could knock it down.
I was correct, as the metal door feel right from the hinge. “Gods, what did they do to you?!” The creature cried as he saw me. He was very abnormal; his face was rather angular, his chin sort of in a ‘v’ shape, but not quite. His small, stubble beard made him see a tad off, not matching his olive skin. Two orange eyes penetrated right through me, as if it were searching my soul. There... there was something just not right about him.“Well? Speak, Pascale, my dear.”
I wanted to, but I couldn’t. The words just got caught in my throat. Instead, I rushed to my desk and pulled out a drawer hastily. I grabbed some pen and a ripped scrap of paper.
I can’
My writing began before the pen abruptly stopped writing. Silently cursing it, I threw it to the ground, making a small dent in the wood. Grabbing another one, I finished my note and shoved it in his hand.
I can’t. I’m mute.
“Mute?” He asked, looking at me curiously. I nodded, and took my note back and put it up against a wall.
I gave it back to him.
“Yes, I suppose… why?”
I slowly tuned and showed him my back, raging with pain wherever and whenever anything touched it. He practically turned red with rage, and, in one step, strode out of the room and kicked my father- who was still on the floor. He sprawled another foot or two.
“How dare you?! Just because this poor girl is mute?! Is that all?!” He cried, kicking him repeatedly. I shook my head wildly, tugging on the beast’s shoulder. It was then that I noticed his abnormal, pointed ears.
Pointed ears? What the hell is going on?! This stranger who is definitely not human is fighting for me?
He turned to me, than backed away from my father, staring right into his surprised, shocked eyes. “And she still cares about you. How pathetic.” He turned to me once again. “I give you the option; go with me back to my land, or stay here.
Please, my dear, would you come?"
I could be free of my father? But… it would involve going with a complete stranger. Still… he seemed not to want to harm me, and he said he could heal me.
I thought about staying. I was.. okay-ish here whenever my father wasn't near me. I wouldn't have to adjust to another life. But, still, he could be better...
Hesitantly, I nodded. With a smug smile, he turned to my father. “We’ll be leaving now.”
“Wait! You can just leave me like this! Call police, Pascale! Do something!”
“Like you didn’t leave her like this all the time.” He spat before walking outside.
It was around midnight in the state in Washington, where my home was; midnight, the cold, depressing midnight.
Something significant happened at midnight. I just knew it! But what, what was it?
I gasped at things filled my mind. Letters, numbers, pictures, colors all filled my minds. Mostly orange colors, the same
color as the creature’s eyes. I fell, limp, as a memory came to me.
It was a cold, rainy night. I was staring out my window, out into the distance, right after another of my father’s beatings. Something was there, just above the horizon. Every so often, the sky would flash, than die down. At first I thought it was heat lightning, but it couldn’t be; it was just too different. Then, there were sparks; and the rain jolted to a stop. And there, suddenly, was someone on my road. Some sort of creature with alarming orange eyes. And they were staring at me as the creature vanished again.
“Pascale!” Cried the creature as I recovered from being completely limp. It seemed very concerned. “Are you alright?”
I nodded, very feebly. As something shown in the distance. It looked almost like… arrows?
“Nixxi! Get down here, now!” Shrieked my protector.
"But, the human-” Began an unnamed source.
“NOW!” I jolted, shocked by his sudden act of rage. Something huge, something orange fell in front of us.
I tried to scream, but, like when I talk, it got all caught in my throat. In front of me was a huge, winged, ferocious...
Dragon.
Not one part of the chapter really bored me. 
