Chapter #6That bitch! by: Unknown (Note: This chapter seeks to explore deeper into the character of Nicole, as well as serve as an addition to the previous chapter. It is no way reflective of my childhood, or what I wish on children. Feel free to take some of the things discussed and use it to influence her later decisions... that's the idea of it)
Mixing the drink-
Huge shadow-
Looking up-
Momentary pain-
Nothing-
"AHHH!" Nicole cried out in pain. She rolled around on the ground in agony. She grabbed her head, arms, back, anything and everything that hurt. Even in semi-consciousness the pain was unbearable - almost enough for her to faint again. But she didn't. She had been through this kind of pain before. Most of it at the hands of her abusive father.
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Her father (she always referred to him as that - she did not think of him as a dad) was the kind of alcoholic that you think (or at least want to believe) only exist in movies. By day he was a somewhat normal guy. He went to work, almost never calling in sick or taking a vacation day, he had an absolute dick for a boss who would fire him given the smallest of reasons, and he had to take almost every major project that the company through at him. Just once Nicole wished that he would take a day off and be with her. She had wished this until she was almost nine years old, until she realized that it was no use - he would probably use the day off to drink or something anyway. He slaved away at his computer creating the best of presentations that quite often brought in huge bucks for his company - but not for him. There were times that Nicole actually felt sorry for the man - but then she would remember the monster he turned into by night...
Night. The time that Nicole feared the most as a little girl. At six o'clock every day, Mike (her father) would go out to the local bar with some of his friends and drink away all of his sorrows from work. They would laugh and have a good time together, talking about the latest in sports news, and what an ass their boss was, and the would drink... a lot. They would drink for hours on end until their stomachs could not be filled with anything else. Then would each drive home, always just narrowly avoiding a car crash.
Upon arrival back at his house, Mike would walk in, seemingly happy, and then he would see his wife and daughter there not returning the happiness that he showed them, and his look of joy turned into such anger that it could scare the devil away. He would walk over to them and proceed to beat them into unconsciousness. The same routine happened every night, and every morning he and his wife would argue about his drinking problem. He would tell her that it wasn't a problem, and that she should just get over it.
Then one night, he finally got into a car crash, and killed the occupant of the other car. He fled the scene, and with no one there to have seen his car, he was never caught. The next night, he went to the bar, and got even more drunk than usual because of the intense guilt that even he felt over that night. When he went home, his wife was waiting for him. She had decided to finally confront him. As Mike opened the door, he saw his wife standing there with a gun, just in case she would need... He flipped out. He went to her, punched her, and proceed to beat her. Being young, Nicole herself tried to get her father away from her mother. He turned to his daughter, ad flung her far away from him, triggering that emotion that all mothers have about their children. She looked at Mike and began clawing his face, arms, anything that she could to hurt him. She looked at to her left - at her daughter lying across the floor, severely hurt and watching the whole scene with fear in her eyes that could outmatch any horror movie viewer. She looked to her right at the gun lying on the floor. Quickly she grabbed at the gun, still being buffeted by punches, and aimed it at Mike. Wide-eyed, Mike grabbed her hand and turned it away from him - BAM! the gun fired, just narrowly missing Mike. He turned at her, with elevated anger, and began flailing even harder and faster.
Needless to say, Nicole's mother did not make it through the night - and Nicole saw the whole thing. Mike wound up in jail, where he received help for his alcoholism, but Nicole never returned to him after that night. But the damage was done, and Nicole slowly turned into the person that she is today. A nice girl on the outside, but given the chance, she would unleash all the pent up rage that has been stored inside her for so long.
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Still moaning in pain, Nicole slowly sat up. That was the first time she had even thought of her father in years. Her anger flared up slightly at the pain that her "friend" Becky had just caused her. All over some pills. No, they were more than pills - they were drugs. And Becky was addicted - just like Mike.
"What a bitch," Nicole said. I give her a nearly perfect body, and she goes and hits me like that. It was then she thought to look at the mixture that she had been making.
"WHORE!" Nicole yelled when she saw that it was gone. She would get back at Becky. She would make her pay.
Slowly, Nicole began moving the pieces of the building out of the way, a relatively easy task considering her impressive ten feet in height. Moving around the debris, she finally made it to the remainder of the boxes.
"Becky wants to be big? I'll show her big," Nicole laughed as she opened the boxes.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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