Escaping

by Lovepugkate

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Tragedy, Slice of Life
Length: 1523

Scootaloo's life hasn't exactly been perfect. Her father has been blaming her for her mother leaving, and it's only gotten worse of the years. She just wants to escape it all. But somepony along the way finds out, and does everything she can to help.

Scootaloo's life hasn't exactly been perfect. Her father has been blaming her for her mother leaving, and it's only gotten worse of the years. She just wants to escape it all. But somepony along the way finds out, and does everything she can to help.
{NOTE: It may not be the best as I have never written anything like this. I have tried to write this as based I could based off of stories I have read in the past. So I apologize if it isn't the best.}
CONTAINS SCOOTABUSE, SCOOTALOVE, AND SOARINDASH.
-Feedback and constructive criticism is welcome :scootangel:

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-23 03:20:02 UTC

Chapter 1

    Scootaloo’s POV

    I quietly walked towards my home on the outskirts of town. It was about 5:30, 2 hours later than I usually get home. I just hoped my dad was asleep, cause if he wasn’t, well, it wouldn’t exactly be pretty. I sighed and walked up to the door. I slowly opened the door, careful to keep it as silent as possible. I quietly peeked into the living room, finding that he was passed out on the couch. I sighed, relieved. I looked around the room, finding empty beer bottles. Great. As long as I stayed quiet and did as he told, if he even woke up during the time I’m home, I shouldn’t get anymore bruises tonight.

    I silently walked up the stairs, going into my bedroom. I closed the door and locked it, in case he happened to wake up. I decided to push my desk in front of the door as well, just to make sure he definitely wouldn’t be able to open it. I sighed and sat on my bed. I looked down at the bruises on my arms. There were more on my stomach, along with a few cuts. I stared at them as the memories of last night came back into my mind.

    I had come home 20 minutes later than usual, as I was getting help from Ms. Cherilee on my homework cause I didn’t fully understand it. I opened the door, and he was enraged. I asked him what was wrong, trying to maybe help him feel better, or at least not make him more mad. He stared at me, rage in his eyes. He came towards me, pushing me backwards and telling me that it was my fault mom left. Again. I hit the wall, hard. I looked up at him. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I was terrified. He just kept hitting me and saying rude things to try and hurt my feelings. He called me useless, stupid, and saying I was nothing but a flightless pegasus that nopony would ever love. After a few minutes, I was able to push him off of me enough so I could make a run for it. I ran to my room, locking the door, and pushing the dresser in front of it. I just sat on my bed and cried until I eventually fell asleep.

It still amazes me that nopony has noticed yet. At first they had asked me what happened, and i just told them I fell off my scooter while practicing some tricks. They just shrugged it off and went on with their day. Now, they don’t even bother asking. Well, except Rainbow Dash, but I just tell her I fell of my scooter, but that excuse isn’t gonna work forever. I wish I could tell somepony, but then my dad would get mad, and things would only get worse.

    He’s been doing this since I was six, when my mom left. She said she couldn’t deal with the stress that my dad caused her, but she didn’t take me with her. She left me with this…. monster, that was supposed to be my dad. He’s been blaming me for her leaving. So, needless to say, the last 4 years have sucked.

    I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the sound of glass shattering downstairs. He’s awake. I quickly grabbed my saddle bag and packed a blanket, some bits, and a photo that was taken when I was four, when my family was still together and happy. Now that it was summer I didn’t need my school supplies, so that was less for me to carry. Thank gosh today was the last day of school.

    I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and my eyes widened in panic. I quickly placed my bag on my back. I ran to the window and looked down, the jump wasn’t that long, I’ve jump farther. I heard banging on the door, and without thinking I jumped out the window.

    I landed hard on my hooves, causing me to wince slightly. I heard a slam and immediately knew he broke down the door and pushed the dresser out of they way. I just ran as fast as I possibly could. I didn’t care if he was going to be mad. I was tired of getting hurt. I had to escape him somehow. He probably wouldn’t even care enough to come looking for me anyway.

Chapter 2

Scootaloo's POV

I ran until I reached a small alleyway about 15 minutes from my home. I walked down the alleyway until I found a spot where I could stay until I figured out what to do next. I laid out my blanket and used my saddle bag as a pillow. I wrapped the blanket around me and shut my eyes, falling asleep.

Rainbow Dash’s POV

    I flew towards Sugarcube Corner. I had decided to visit Pinkie Pie and maybe pull some pranks and ponies, since I really had nothing else to do. Soarin was spending a few days at the wonderbolts academy helping Spitfire with the new recruits. So basically I had nothing better to do, which is fine by me. It would be nice to visit Pinkie. Besides, I had some new prank ideas we could try. I snickered at the thought.

    As I flew over an alleyway, I saw a ball of orange and purple curled up against the wall. I flew down to see who it was, even though I was pretty sure I knew who it was.

     I walked towards the orange and purple ball and moved the blanket away from the pony’s face.

    “Scootaloo?!”

Scootaloo’s POV

    “Scootaloo?!”

    I woke up with a start. I looked in front of me and saw a very concerned and confused Rainbow Dash.

    “Heh, hi Rainbow Dash…” I said, unsure of what to tell her. I really wanted to tell her everything, but what if she sent me back. She wouldn’t do that. This is Rainbow Dash we are talking about! She’s my sister! She wouldn’t do that. Would she?

    “Why in Equestria are you out here?” she asked, still confused and concerned.

    “I.. Um... Well….” I didn’t know what to say. I was scared. My eyes began to water as I tried to figure out what to tell her.

    Rainbow noticed and pulled my into a hug. I accepted the hug and a few tears fell. “Why don’t we go back to my place and you can tell me what’s going on.” I simply nodded. She placed me onto her back and made sure I was holding on before she flew off towards her house. The trip there was silent. Not an awkward silence, but a calming one.

    Once we got to her house, she brought me inside and placed me on the couch.

    “Now can you tell me what’s going on?” Rainbow asked, sitting beside me. I was afraid to tell her. I know I shouldn’t be, cause she is basically my big sister. But it’s just… oh I don’t even know. I’m just afraid of what’s going to happen once I tell somepony.

    I sighed, tears coming to my eyes again. “Promise you won’t tell?”

Rainbow Dash’s POV

    “Promise you won’t  tell?” Scootaloo asked me with tears in her eyes. Scootaloo doesn’t cry often, so I was concerned. As much as I wanted to say  ‘I promise’  to make her feel a bit better, I had to tell her the truth. If it was something terrible I would have to tell somepony so we could fix it.

    “Depends on how bad it is, Squirt.” I told her. I saw a mixture of hesitance and sadness in her eyes. “Come on, Scoot, it’s just me. You can trust me.”

    She sighed. “Well…”

Scootaloo’s POV

    “Well…..”

    I told her about my mom leaving, my dad blaming me and hurting me, nopony ever noticing, and finally I told her about how I felt like I needed to escape it and left. Once I finished, I looked up at her, her eyes a mixture of sadness and concern.

    “Scoots….”

Rainbow Dash’s POV

    “Scoots……” I said, at a loss for words. I didn’t know what to say. I was sad, concerned, angry. I was angry at myself for never noticing that something was wrong. I was mad at her mom for leaving. I was mad at her dad for doing something like that to such a sweet filly. Sure, I wasn’t mad at Scootaloo for not telling me, but I was upset. I hid my anger from Scootaloo, not wanting to scare her.

    “Why didn’t you tell me?”

    “I was scared! I didn’t know what to do! I was afraid that if I told anypony my dad would hurt me again…..” she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. I pulled her into a hug. She cried into my shoulder.

    At this point I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there and comforted my little sister.

    “Shhhh Scoots, it’s okay.”

    I had to help her.

    I had to fix this.