Mythical Fantasy Series: Unlikely Heroines and Hidden Strengths

This is a work of fiction I am writing from my phone since my computer busted. I tried writing a personal experience of mine and make it a series but I decided I didn't like it. I think this genre is mine to write. Mytholigical fantasy that is. I will warn you now there is no sex in this chapter. A masturbation scene but No sex just yet. I'm bulding that up mwahahahahahah! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
Please keep an open mind while reading.


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I awoke with a start. I could hear something scratching at my window and figured it was just a tree being tossed by the wind. Then the banging started. I threw back my covers and ran over to it. Pulling back the curtians I saw my best friend Beth standing outside in shorts and a tank top. I unlached the locks and threw it open.

"Hey Sari." She said, shivering. Sari is short for Sarrina.

"What the hell Beth! Its freezing out there, get in here dumb." I reached out and pulled her in.

Once she was inside I wrapped her in one of my favorite blankets and made her sit on the bed. "What are you doing here so late? Its two in the morning." I exclaimed quietly. I didn't want to wake mom and dad.

Beth looked me up and down, "Nice pjs." She said. I looked down at my elephant-in-tootoo covered pajamas. "Well they're comfortable and at least I'm not freezing my ass off, why are you over so late, Beth?"

She looked away for a moment. I admired her dark beauty. Beth was tall and thin, her body had the perfect amount of curve in all the places I didnt, her hair was so black it looked blue sometimes, it was long and kept in a braid, her skin was olive and flawless. I was short, about 5'2", with unruly curled red hair I wore loose down my back. My body was "okay" at best, my curves were subtle and my breasts filled a C cup. But i'd have to say my legs and butt are what I'm really proud of, I'm on the track team....so yeah. But compared to Beth, I'm hardly noticable.

I snapped my fingers infront of her face, "Hey, hello? You gonna tell me or should I beat it out of you?"

She flinched at that, and then I noticed the side of her face was swollen. I felt my body go black with rage. I flipped on the bed side lamp to see better. She tried to hide it by turning away but I grabbed her chin.

"He hit you again." I said quietly. "He" was her father. He'd been beating on her ever since her mom died when we were in 7th grade.

Beth nodded. "He came home drunk again. At least this time he just used his fist and not his boot or his belt." She laughed weakly and it didn't reach her eyes. Her blue eyes flicked hatred and my green ones reflected it.

Fury and disgust raced and faught with all my other emotions. I'd more than once asked her if we could call CPS on him but every time she would just break down and beg me not to. She didn't want to go into foster care and she sure as hell didn't want him finding out about it and beat her some more. So i'd stopped offering. Beth figured she only had a year left of school and then she could ride her scholorship to collage and be away from her dad. She was an exellent student and was going to be Valadictorian at our graduation this year.

My parents had tried negotiating with Robert, her father, for Beth to come live with us. But he'd been violent and beat her for it. He was a sorry excuse for a dad. He hadn't always been that way though. I remember going to Beth's house when we were young and Robert would swing us on the playset in the back yard and he would make us homemade strawberry icecream. And on sundays he would take Beth and I to the aquarium and tell us all about the fish and myths about mermaids.

But those days were over ever since Carla died. She was like my second mom and I loved her just as much. Beth looked exactly like her. And as she got older she looked even more like her. Carla died in a car accident, she was hit head on by and 18 wheeler. It was the worst day of my life, and

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