1 Pink Tutu and Fists.

Prologue

Fourteen years ago.

England.

Jack line.

Jessie was spinning around, in her pink tutu in front of the television instead of doing that at her dance studio. While Vicky, was trying to stuff her water cup inside her mouth. And even thought this must be normal in other houses, in mine, it is not.

I steady Jessie and ask her where mum is, she blink at me - as if she was in another world and I got her out of it - looks around to gather her bearing, while I take Vicky in my arms to calm her, when Jessie does not answer I repeat the question she looks up at me and point at the door in the kitchen which leads to the backyard.

"Is mum in the backyard" I ask her, she nods which raise more hair on my nape. Mum would never leave the girls alone; she is always paranoid about our safety, even inside the house, and now that dad is gone, she is more so on edge.

I tell Jessie to stay with Vicky while I go check on mum, she nods but before I take a step toward the kitchen, she clutches my right leg. I look down at her and see fear in her eyes, her next words chill me more.

"Mum is there with a scary man" and that when I hear it the sound of flesh hitting flesh, I run toward the backyard to find mum on the ground clutching her face while a man keep kicking her on the side, a dull ringing fills my ears and a haze go over my vision.

I launch on to the monster who hurt her taking him by surprise, he is bigger than me but even my younger frame can do damage with the rage that fueling me, and I feel that venomous feeling all over me in that instant.

I use on him every martial art move I learned to maximize the damage of my hits. In the distance I hear my mum and sister screams and cries, but I keep hitting this being that dared hurt and terrorize my family.

Suddenly two sets of big hands grab me from behind taking me away from my prey. I screech and try to escape from my holders. I feel like I have a devil in me and only taking my rage on that monster would soothe it.

The same monster stagger to stand while touching his wound, the action makes satisfaction bleed trough my vein, but in an instant, he is in front of me - with a bloody but very toothy grin – as if he likes what has happened, he grabs my jaws in his hands and punch me in the temple.

The last thing I see are dark and light spots merging, while the screams of my family echoes in the background.