HIIIII. So I got bored, This happened. Название and plot ideas were created from listening to Carrie Underwood's song 'Blown Away' [<--I Любовь the song so much omfg] SO ENJOY. Hope Ты like it. I do not own any of the characters from The Avengers nor do I own YOU! Xp have fun~
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"She prayed, blow it down."
Ты woke up at 7:45 AM and made breakfast for yourself and you're Father, Ты were ashamed to call him 'Father' after all the horrid things he had done to you. You're every waking thought was on you're deceased Mother, and how much Ты missed her. After Ты and you're Father ate, Ты began you're studies. Ты were a student at the local University, studying Biology and Chemistry. "Is th't histery?" You're Father slurred, he poured another capful of whiskey into his coffee and took a gulp of it "I wus really gud at it in college" He сказал(-а) "I could help you..." You're Father tried to get a better look at you're books, but Ты slammed them shut and rose to go to you're bedroom "Hey!" You're Father grabbed you're arm and restrained Ты from leaving, Ты managed to release yourself from his grip and leave, slamming the door behind you. "I AM YOU'RE FATHER YOUNG LADY!" Ты heard him shout as Ты locked you're bedroom door, and resumed you're studies. Not long after Ты finished studying, Ты decided to visit you're Mother's grave. Ты threw on some clothes and snuck out you're window, making sure you're Father wouldn't notice Ты leaving. As Ты walked along the dirt road to the cemetery, which wasn't far from you're Главная at all, Ты could see the storm clouds gathering. Ты keeled down at her grave, speaking to the tombstone as though Ты were speaking to her, tears began to form in you're eyes. It was the sound of dry lightning cracking across the sky that warned Ты of a horrible storm. Ты began to make you're way home, hoping you're Father didn't notice Ты were gone. As Ты came closer to you're house, Ты saw the twister forming a few miles away from you're home, Ты raced to you're house as fast as you're slender legs could carry you. As Ты busted through the door, Ты saw you're Father passed out on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and the Телевидение blaring. Ты opened up all the windows and began trying to wake you're Father up. When he didn't wake up, the thought of carrying him to the tornado shelter crossed you're mind, but then Ты remembered all the horrid things the man did to you. 'Why should I help him...?' Ты rose from the ground, raced to you're room and gathered a backpack filled with things Ты would need, and raced to the shelter, leaving you're passed out Father behind. Ты laid in the mattress and listened to the sound of wind screaming, it was so loud that it drowned out the sound of the sirens. Ты took out a old фото of you're Mother and hugged it close, tears streaming down you're face and a relieved smile across you're lips. Once the storm passed, Ты gathered you're things and looked out from the shelter, Ты saw...Nothing. The house, gone. All was left was a flat pavement. Ты clutched you're backpack tightly and began walking down the dirt road, thus began you're new life.
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"She prayed, blow it down."
Ты woke up at 7:45 AM and made breakfast for yourself and you're Father, Ты were ashamed to call him 'Father' after all the horrid things he had done to you. You're every waking thought was on you're deceased Mother, and how much Ты missed her. After Ты and you're Father ate, Ты began you're studies. Ты were a student at the local University, studying Biology and Chemistry. "Is th't histery?" You're Father slurred, he poured another capful of whiskey into his coffee and took a gulp of it "I wus really gud at it in college" He сказал(-а) "I could help you..." You're Father tried to get a better look at you're books, but Ты slammed them shut and rose to go to you're bedroom "Hey!" You're Father grabbed you're arm and restrained Ты from leaving, Ты managed to release yourself from his grip and leave, slamming the door behind you. "I AM YOU'RE FATHER YOUNG LADY!" Ты heard him shout as Ты locked you're bedroom door, and resumed you're studies. Not long after Ты finished studying, Ты decided to visit you're Mother's grave. Ты threw on some clothes and snuck out you're window, making sure you're Father wouldn't notice Ты leaving. As Ты walked along the dirt road to the cemetery, which wasn't far from you're Главная at all, Ты could see the storm clouds gathering. Ты keeled down at her grave, speaking to the tombstone as though Ты were speaking to her, tears began to form in you're eyes. It was the sound of dry lightning cracking across the sky that warned Ты of a horrible storm. Ты began to make you're way home, hoping you're Father didn't notice Ты were gone. As Ты came closer to you're house, Ты saw the twister forming a few miles away from you're home, Ты raced to you're house as fast as you're slender legs could carry you. As Ты busted through the door, Ты saw you're Father passed out on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and the Телевидение blaring. Ты opened up all the windows and began trying to wake you're Father up. When he didn't wake up, the thought of carrying him to the tornado shelter crossed you're mind, but then Ты remembered all the horrid things the man did to you. 'Why should I help him...?' Ты rose from the ground, raced to you're room and gathered a backpack filled with things Ты would need, and raced to the shelter, leaving you're passed out Father behind. Ты laid in the mattress and listened to the sound of wind screaming, it was so loud that it drowned out the sound of the sirens. Ты took out a old фото of you're Mother and hugged it close, tears streaming down you're face and a relieved smile across you're lips. Once the storm passed, Ты gathered you're things and looked out from the shelter, Ты saw...Nothing. The house, gone. All was left was a flat pavement. Ты clutched you're backpack tightly and began walking down the dirt road, thus began you're new life.
