Flashback Daughter VS father.

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It was her 17th birthday. Rosalie had nobody to celebrate but her elderly grandmother. It was relatively far from her home but that's where she liked to spend her days when her father was out drinking. Saying her goodbyes to her grandmother she gave leaned down and hugged her lightly as not to hurt her fragile bones. With a smile she walked down the old wooden steps, The door behind her closed on time as she placed her foot on the dirt. Within a matter of seconds the smell of rain filled her nose, Picking up speed she jogged home.

Finally she reached her small cabin she reconsidered opening the door and her hand hoovered over the door knob. Laughter roared down the cobblestone path way and she knew it was his father, Intoxicated. The rain came in a rush. Quickly she opened the door and closed it behind her. Still holding the knob she locked the door, As though it would be of any use. Taking in a deep breath she turned and grabbed her dagger, Sliding it in the belt loop of her damp pants. Slowly backing up until she backed up to the kitchen counter. Her breath quickened and her blood rose. A loud bang came at the door and her father groaned, Yelling over the rain. " I know you are in there Rosalie! " He sent his fist into the thin door a few times until it grew quiet. She actually got the false hope that he moved back to the tavern for shelter. Rosalie's hopes had been false indeed. Laughter echoed then her father came barreling though the door. He was a polar bear and at the time she was all but the same size of him but she was able to through heavy fists and use her long sharp canines. Almost screaming she grabbed the stone counter behind her she was unable to speak as he shifted back. Chase was his name, It seemed so simple for a sane man but he was everything but sane. He stood tall, Towering over Rosalie. Unexpectedly tears streamed out of her brown eyes, " P-P- " She was about to say please when a fist was thrown and it slammed into her right eye.

Lifting up her hand to her chest he was about to throw another but she was ready. As he swung she grabbed his fist, It jolted her bones but she took it with power. Shifting into a large grizzly bear she tightened her grip, Including her thick ebony glazed claws digging into his skin. He was almost brought to his knees after the painful yowls came from his throat but Chase shifted as well, Taking overpowering Rosalie and pushing her to the side, Landing on the wooden table it broke with the thick weight of her body. Pinning her ears back she shifted and went to flee, Her blonde hair stuck to the side of her face. Rosalie's right side of her face went numb with pain and swelling.

Rolling out of the wood rubble she groaned and went for the door. Laughter ran behind her. Turning to hear his words but she pinned her ears back, Lowering her head, " Please father, Forgive me. It won't happen again. " Chase stood up and boomed down at her, " Of course it will not happen again, You'll be dead! " As he roared the stench of fresh rain was ruined with the smell of disgusting ale. Her tension rose and so did her thick body, Standing on her back paws, He came in, colliding with her. The smell of blood spilled out into the rain.

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The sound of clashing teeth echoed. With a quick slap Rosalie drew more blood that spilled out on his white coat. He took his strong cranium and smashed it into her head. Falling onto her back the world mixed around her Chase shifted back and so did she, He grabbed her damp shirt and balled the fabric in his hands. Picking her back up and slamming it into the moist ground she gasped for air as it was escaping her lungs. The sound of angry growls left her ears and that of normal rushing rain was gone. He lowered his head to her as her eyes spun, his hot breath and disgusting smell came back. Rosalie's anger swell in her as he took his hand and stroked her face. Narrowing her eyes she slowly readied herself to grasp his neck and flee. His face got even closer, Almost to the point where his lips could brush hers but that wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to do this to her again like he used to take advantage of her. A chuckle came from his throat, " You are in for it girl- " Before he could finish the sentence her bloody hands were warped tightly around his throat.

Throwing him to the side and she shifted effortlessly, Trying to keep her head. To her surprise she was attacked once more. His black claw lashed right down her back, Down to her thick spine and cutting though her fur. With a scream she was human once more. Falling to her knees she arched her back in pain, He grabbed her hair and pulled her head upwards. At first she tried to grab his hands but then she remembered the dagger in her belt loop. Quickly taking it she pulled it out on him, Slashing though the thick fabric of clothing down to his skin. He was taken aback and then that's when she shifted, Grabbing his elbow and slowly growing in the pressure Rosalie applied to his meek bone. Chase had enough awareness that this was his daughter and he would never submit it him but she would rather break his legs and make him fall to his knees before she gave him the choice to run. Like he gave Rosalie.

Slowly she shifted back and clutched her hands around his cold neck. Taking a deep breath she pushed him to the ground and straddled him, Getting close to her face she hissed with a hot venom. " Run back to your ale and drugs, Keep drinking until your brain loses all it already has. " Rosalie's breath was actually fresh other than the blood that was in the corner of her mouth, From Chase of course. Never once did he look her in the caramel eyes she owned. Furiously she grabbed his throat and held it tightly. Feeling his pulse from underneath her grasp. Slowly her curly layered damp hair fell in front of her, a dot of blood came from her and landed onto his skin. Chase lifted his hangs and tried to push her face away but she wasn't letting go. Rosalie finally let go, " I will kill you, Don't think I'll hesitate. "