Author: Puff
Feedback: This is my first and only attempt at a long story so if it sucks sorry. Please send comments etc to puff614@hotmail.com
Summary: Dark Tara centric story. Willow does appear but I am warning you there will be some badness. This is AU as well. That stands for my reality.
Spoiler Warning: None at all.
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters. I do, however, love them. I'm not making any money off of them though.
Rating: R – G this part is R for the violent theme.
Notes: Thanks to my wonderful beta reader Drakkenfyre and love as always to spuckie. If you like this I have more.
Part 1
Tara felt her hands shake; she had heard the truck pulling into the driveway. Followed by the sounds of doors slamming and feet on gravel. It was amazing how even footsteps could sound angry.
‘You didn’t do anything wrong, they can’t touch you if you didn’t do anything wrong’ her mind kept saying, but Tara knew this was a false hope. There had been many times, many times in the past where everything had been fine. Yet, excuses had always been found. Even if she behaved: had done everything that had asked…Punishment, of course, had to be given
‘I need to be controlled’ wasn’t that what they always told her? That without the punishments something inside her would give way. Something terrible. Surely then all of her pain was worth it. There was always a price to protect people; her mother had shown her that. Sometimes that price was high
Tara sat on her bed. Waiting. Sure enough the footsteps reached her door. It was forced open. Her head hung, her shoulders slumped on instinct as if making herself as small as possible would protect her somehow from the terrible things to follow. It never did. He seemed to enjoy the fact that he had defeated her. There was nothing of Tara left. Not the Tara she used to be. The happy carefree child that had clung to her mother and always smiled. Had it only been 3 years ago that her mother, her protection in this world, had gone? Had she endured all of these things in so short a time? Had it only taken that long to be afraid?
Tara heard a question fired at her, she knew by now not to answer. No answer would ever be deemed good enough.
And then she felt it.
The first blow knocked her sideways. The second knocked her to the floor. Then there were too many to count. Too many to protect herself against. Too many to stop.
Tara was dimly away of his anger stopping, then a door closed. Huge sobs racked her body and she bit her lip to stop them. Tara would not give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry. Of knowing how much the punishment affected her. Pulling herself up onto the bed was exhausting, but from there she managed to force her legs into standing. The muscles quivered in protest but finally co-operated. Tara, shakily, made her way over to her tiny desk. Reaching into the top drawer she pulled out a letter. UC Sunnydale was pleased to offer her a full scholarship, the semester would start in 2 weeks and Tara was to attend an orientation in just a week’s time. Looking back in the drawer, her hands found what they were looking for. A bus ticket. One way.
‘Just tonight’ Tara prayed ‘I just need to get through tonight’.
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