Stacy's mother Dixie loved her husband Kenneth very much, she had one child already named Spencer who wasn't from Kenneth, Spencer was very excited to meet her sister in just a couple months. Although Kenny wasn't much of a kid person, he never really wanted Stacy, one night he was getting on Spencer and Dixie walked in when Kenneth was getting out his belt to hit the little girl, Spencer with her blonde hair blue eyes pale white skin was in a corner crying.
"Ken what the hell are you doing!?" Dixie screamed afraid of what he might do to Spencer her little girl who she would do anything to protect her.
"She was being bad, breaking things she needs a punishment. Now get out before you get one too." Kenneth said with rage in his brown eyes, as if there were fire in his eyes, gripping his belt in his muscular hands he was tall about 5ft 9in he towered over Dixie his dark hair at this moment made him look almost evil. She had never seen such anger before in his eyes, if she had maybe she would have left by now.
Dixie went to push him away from Spencer and Kenneth grabbed Dixie and hit her, even after he hit her, she stood between Kenneth and Spencer. Dixie with her brown hair down to her waist, and her green eyes filled with tears as a red hand appeared on her face, but she was not going to let him hurt her child. Instead of fear in her eyes there was rage in them how could he do that to his stepchild who only looked up to him Spencer was a child! She was her child and she would not let Kenneth hurt her. "You will not hurt her ever again!" Dixie yelled at him her green eyes burning with rage as she stood up to the tall man she once thought was her soul mate.
Ken grabbed Dixie's arms very hard making them turn purple and red around his fingers "I will not be talked to in that tone! No one disrespects me in my house!" he yelled at her and turned away her from Spencer and shoved her, she fell down the stairs. He didn't rush to her or call an ambulance, he simply put his black belt back on and walked away with his brown eyes, brown hair and a murky smile on his face almost as pure amazement he had just gotten rid of the problem he thought. After all he didn't really want to have another child, he already had two boys, both who lived with his parents since they were three, now they're nine and ten.
Dixie slowly got off the floor in pain clutching her stomach and got to the phone calling 911 for an ambulance. She grabbed Spencer to take her with, to get away from Ken. Dixie had known he was a bit abusive after they got married it got worse, but tonight was the worse she had ever seen him the anger that burnt so bright in his eyes. The ambulance arrived within a couple of minutes, taking them into the ambulance trying to find baby Stacy's heartbeat, the paramedics sat with Spencer keeping her calm, and gave her some chips to keep her mind off the situation. When they arrived at the Saint Luis Hospital in Luis South Dakota, they got Dixie in a room with toys for Sam, monitors to find the heartbeat of Stacy, first they did a ultrasound they found Stacy and a steady heart beat which was a relief to Dixie. She was only 24 weeks along and she was already having complications with the pregnancy, ovary cyst, pain and the doctors said that it could be her last child she can have.
Everything checked out qt the hospital, after 48 hours they let her go, Dixie called her parents to come pick her up, she had not heard from Ken he wasn't even worried about them he was sitting at home watching tv without a care in the world. Dixie's parents got to the hospital and her mother Diana and her father Steve took them to their home out in the country, there white two-story wooden home with blue shutters would be a perfect place for them to stay until Dixie got herself back together. They had already cared for Spencer when she was a baby since Dixie wanted to party all the time and was only sixteen when she got pregnant, Spencer loved her grandparents very much. Diana was a very small women with long brown hair, slim face and a very warming smile although she was a tough woman. Steve was a tall handsome brown-haired man that was very stern as well, he loved his three children and his grandchildren.
Out at the country home Spencer finally felt safe after everything she had recently been through with her stepfather; she had always been abused by him even when her mother wasn't around. She didn't want to go back to Ken's house she hated him, she hated his house, and she hated that he hurt her and her mother. Her grandmother taught her to bake cookies, her grandpa took her and taught her how to work on cars, and race cars as well even though she was so young she enjoyed it in a way they were like her parents to her a father didn't have. They would tuck her into bed, tell her stories, make her food, and give her hugs and kisses, she didn't want to leave that. Her mother was absent most times or busy with her pregnancy even if she was excited for her sister, she wished her mother had spent more time with her, and she barely seen her father if ever, and Ken hated her hated kids in general.
Dixie had seen this angry side of Ken, but she still believed he would change his ways and become the man and father she wanted him to be. When he came crying back to her over the phone after a week, she believed him when he said he wouldn't do it ever again, maybe it was because she was so in-love with him and blinded by it.
Dixie left her parents' house even against their advice, although Spencer didn't go with her, she had refused, so Diana and Steve took her in. Now that Spencer wasn't there Ken wasn't as frustrated and seemed to be doing better with his anger. Stacy was getting close to being born when Ken decided to hit Dixie again, she accepted his apologies, even though they were meaningless. The weeks had flown by and it was finally here Stacy was coming, Dixie was in labor, she had called Ken and no answer, she had an ambulance take her in, her parents were notified and they were at the hospital when she got there. Countless hours in painful labor went by until Stacy was finally here a beautiful baby girl born on October 26th, she had beautiful blue eyes, dark red hair and was tiny. Ken didn't arrive until after she was born, which upset Diana and Steve they didn't like that when their daughter needed him, he was nowhere to be found, and wasn't there for his daughter's birth.
"Kenneth you cannot keep doing this to her! She needed you to be her for this and, where were you? There is no excuse for this! I should've never let my daughter marry such scum!" Steve shouted at Ken as soon as he got there. Rage had burned in Steve's blue eyes every time he seen Ken, but this pushed him to the edge he was outraged.
"She would leave if she didn't want to be with me! I was away on work I had no signal! Stop butting into our marriage you old man!" Kenneth said with rage in his eyes clinching his fist, he was lying he wasn't away on business he was away cheating with his boy's mother. He couldn't believe the assiduity of Dixie's father he never liked him anyways.
"Just go see your wife and child!" Steve said letting his comments go, all that mattered was the new grandchild and his daughter of course Spencer as well, but he didn't want Spencer to go back to that house with Ken.
Spencer was so happy her little sister was finally here, she was proud to be the bigger sister that was going to take care of her little sister, she loved it so much she wanted to be with her mother and Ken again. She wanted to take care of her sister and hold her, help her mother with her, she was needed she thought, she knew Ken wasn't going to much help even though she was only three she still knew that her mother needed her.
Stacy was finally able to come home, Dixie fought with her father to let Spencer come back to Ken's house "She is my daughter dad I can decide what is good for her." Dixie told her father.
"If you knew what was best for your daughter's you wouldn't be going back to that abusive asshole, all he does is abuse Spencer she has told us! He's never going to change Dixie! He took all your money, abuses you, and Spencer and you still go back to him. You're not taking Spencer, and that's the end of it!" Steve told her firmly he knew what was best for the girls, but Dixie couldn't see it, so he took Spencer with him and left.
Dixie got home from the hospital, she was exhausted, so she laid down to take a nap while Stacy was sleeping, when she awoke Stacy was screaming and Ken was on the couch watching television. "What the hell are you doing? Stacy's screaming, you're supposed to be taking care of her while I got a little nap!" She screamed at him; she was about done with his shit she could only take it for so long. She was tired of it, tired of him, tired of always being the one he lashed out at.
"Do not talk to me in that tone! You can get her you're awake now!" He screamed at her fury burning in his eyes as if he had fire in them, he was tired of working and having a wife that does nothing but bitch.
"She isn't just my responsibility Ken! You're her father and need to take care of her as well!" she yelled back at him; she was terrified of him but wouldn't show it she had to be strong. She needed to show him that she was going to stand up for herself even as he towered over her.
When he got off the couch her eyes filled with terror, she had froze, he back handed her and then grabbed her by the throat, his eyes filled with anger as hers filled with tears and she finally was scared he was going to kill her. He slammed her back against the wooden wall holding her throat. "What did I tell you about your tone of voice women! I slave at work all day to come home and relax, while you stay home with the child!" he screamed at her squeezing her throat tighter. "You ungrateful bitch! All you do is complain and whine about stuff!" He screamed at her, throwing her down to the ground and went to pick up Stacy putting her into her car seat, while Dixie was crying on the floor.
"I'm divorcing you!" He yelled as he walked out the door with Stacy. He was going to take the one thing she loved the most of course she loved Spencer, but her newborn child was also his so he could take her if he wanted. Dixie pushed him to far this time he thought, he was tired of her and her attitude problem. She would never see this child if he had anything to do with it, he thought.
Stacy had been with her father since he had taken her that night, for five years her mother didn't know where she was, and when she signed the divorce papers her lawyer tricked her into signing custody over to Ken. Over the five years she hadn't seen her mom her dad had gotten re-married to Kelly a blonde permed blue-eyed woman with two kids of her own Brandon and Shelby which were about three and four years older than Stacy, and they didn't really like Stacy. Shelby and Stacy had to share a room which made it hell for Stacy since she was older, so Stacy had to listen to her, and she liked to pick on Stacy. She wanted to be the youngest and the favorite, there was no way that Stacy was taking that away from her, plus she wanted her own room.Kelly hated Stacy when Stacy would miss behave, she would make Stacy eat hot peppers, and would make her go back to the room and lay in bed. Sometimes she did it just for fun, or because her kids told
Dixie since Ken had left her had moved back with her parents and Spencer, she didn't know signing those papers had signed Ken most of the rights to Stacy, which was the last child that she could have they had to tie her tubes when she had Stacy with the complications of the birth the Dr had thought it was best since she almost died. She only has two kids Spencer and Stacy her two babygirls she wouldn't just let him get away with taking her away from her. His family had money well Kelly's did and she was helping make sure Dixie never seen her again. Why she had no clue. Ken had never really wanted Stacy in the first place and he didn't like kids, but now it was just about taking her away from Dixie.. Her parents were helping her find a Private investigator to see where she was at if she could find Stacy, there would be hope to get her back, to save her. It of course wasn't a cheap, and the funds were running low, but she couldn't give up now. Th
Dixie had finally got some news about where Stacy had been. She was in Des Mondes, South Dakota six hours from her, she had just started kindergarten this year. Dixie had already missed so much, Stacy's first step, her first word, crawling, and her first year of school. Dixie hoped that Ken and his new wife were treating her little girl good, better than he had ever her. She hoped she would see her little girl soon. She had called the lawyer to tell him what the personal investigator had told her, to see if he had any news on if she could visit or not. "Timothy, they found her! She's in Des Mondes, have you received the order for visitation rights for me to go see her? Spencer, my parents and I would love to go see her." Dixie said cheerfully over the phone to her lawyer.Timothy finally had some good news for her "I was going to call you, you see, I've known where she was for a couple months, but Mr. Mace's attorney hasn't made it too easy to get you visita
It was Tuesday Stacy had woken up knowing her step sister told on her, and that she was still in trouble for breaking the cup. She sighed, stretching and climbing down the bunk bed her step sister of course had already been awake. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go, she wasn't social in kindergarten, she was afraid they would pick on her like her family did. She stuck to herself. She got dressed in old baggy hand-me-down clothes, an old pink shirt that had a couple holes in it, and pants that were a little too big. She tied her curly long red hair up into a ponytail, and made her way to the kitchen. She had to do everything herself, she knew they wouldn't leave any breakfast for her so she got her backpack. As soon as she got into the living room Kelly spotted her, outraged already."Well, well you finally woke up.. now get going to school before the bus leaves. I will deal with your punishment when you get home, this is the best punishment yet." Kelly said her voice f
Stacy and Dixie were only an hour away from meeting each other. Dixie had gotten up early and made sure she put on her best blue jeans, and dress shirt, putting on makeup and her hair up nicely. She wanted to look good, impress the person that was going to be watching them while they interacted, that way she had a better chance of getting to see her daughter more frequently. Stacy had gotten up that morning and for the first time she got breakfast, she was the first one to take a shower, putting on her nice new black jeans, purple long sleeve shirt, white tennis shoes everything was new it felt good to finally be in something that wasn't big or had holes in it. She had brushed her hair, once she left the bathroom her dad was waiting for her with a brush and ponytail so he could put her long curly red hair up and then it was finally time to get going. She got into her father's old truck and they left."You will not say anything about me or Kelly
The first weekend they met, Stacy and Dixie got close.. for those few hours each day, for two days, they had played and enjoyed every minute.Dixie, savoring the moments with her daughter..knowing the clock would tick that heart wrenching "Tick!" And the time either daughter would come to an end. Now it was back to "normal". She only could see her mother every other weekend, and two weeks felt like such an eternity."Why couldn't it go by faster?", Stacy thought. She wanted to spend time with her mom, and sister. Kelly didn't like Stacy calling Dixie "Mom"around her."...Did my Mom call?" Stacy had asked Kelly in the morning before school."Do not call her that around me! She isn't "Mom" she is Dixie. My ass has taken you in, and I raised you! She didn't do shit!" Kelly spat and pushedStacy into the dining chair. "If I have to tell you again, you will get punished!" Kelly said she really hated Dixie; she hated Stacy too. Kelly said Stacy was "ungratefu
The next week had been the worst she had ever had, the punishment seemed to go on forever. She didn't get to go to school for that week. Kelly had called the school to say she was sick, also she called the visitation center to tell them Stacy was sick, they both seemed to buy it. The closet was dark as the light bulb had burnt out, Kelly didn't come check on her, neither did anyone else, did they even notice she was gone? She hadn't eaten besides the peppers she was forced to eat. It had already been about five days that she had been in the closet, her stomach was rumbling, she could barely talk and her mouth was so dry. She had heard someone come down the stairs Stacy stumbled back into the corner.To her surprise her father opened the door, he had a smirk on his face he was wearing basketball shorts, and no shirt on Stacy stared at the plate of food and drink that he had, there were also a couple of snacks on the tray that he held. Where was Kelly Stacy thought. Why was he b
Stacy had nightmares about what her father had done to her, she was afraid to speak or even look at him. She feared that if she told that he would find out and beat her, and then do it again. How much longer was she supposed to take the abuse? How much longer could she stand staying silent about it? She just wanted a escape, she wanted to run as far away as she could. When your only five you don't get very far without the police finding you and taking you home. As she got dressed that morning for school she had brushed her hair in the bathroom, tears streaming down her pale white faces, her blue eyes dull and with a hint of pain, her red hair used to be long and wavy was now ear length and straight it was uneven and it looked horrible she absolutely hated it. She hated Kelly, she hated her father, she was lost in her thoughts of hate when her father had burst into the bathroom door, locking it behind him. Ken knew she hadn't ta