Scootaloo got to school fifteen minutes late. She was always late, But not this late. Nopony bothered to notice anymore when she came in; Her teacher Mrs. Cheerilee, didn't even stop talking to wait for her to take a seat anymore. Scootaloo took her seat in the far right in the back. Nopony ever sat next to her or talked to her, and whenever she tried to get close to any filly, mare, or stallion, they pinched their noses and quickly walked away. Scootaloo has never had a bath before, So her mane and tail are a purple tangled mess that was hard to brush; her blunt orange coat seemed to be filled with dirt and blood and reeked of the horrible stenches of cigarette smoke and vodka; that never washed away no matter how many times she washed in the river. She didn't even have a name anymore. Scootaloo is even surprised that she even knows her own name. Everypony called her "that orange filly". Besides all that, Scootaloo was very good in school. She did all her homework and got B grades, but that was never good enough for her mother.
After school, Scootaloo slowly walked home. She dreaded going home everyday, knowing that her mother would find something to beat her for. When she slowly opened the door, the only thing she could hear was the TV.
"Oh no! mother IS home! Another beating is coming my way!" Scootaloo thought in a panic.
She got in the house slowly making her way in the living room. But it wasn't her mother, but her father. He was sitting on the couch watching TV. He had a 3 o' clock shadow and Scootaloo knew he had a hangover. Her dad was never home. He was always at the bar and didn't come home until 4 in the morning, slept and went to the bar again. Most of the time he doesn’t even come home. He never talked to Scootaloo, he didn't even talk to her mother anymore. He often slept with other mares. Cheating on her mother. But her mother never noticed. She was to busy at another bar and even brought home other stallions. Like she was getting revenge at her father. Maybe she was. Scootaloo bottled up the urge to run up to her dad and hug him tight and tell him how much she loved him. Scootaloo tried as best as she could get to her room
quietly. She was halfway up the stairs but then she heard her fathers voice.
"Scootlaoo?? Is that you?"
Scootaloo remained silent.
"Windy Skies? Is that you?" Her father called.
"Its me Scootaloo, daddy" Scootaloo replied
Scootaloo slowly made her way down the stairs and and to the living room. She stood in front of her father. Her father wrapped his fore legs around Scootaloo. Scootaloo could smell the alcohol in his fur and on his breath. Scootaloo was felt weird. This was so unnatural. So awkward. "Aren't you going to hug me back?" His father questioned. Scootaloo finally let her feelings brake loose. She hugged him tight. Smiling and snuggling in to his matted, dirty, and stinky fur.
"I love you Scootaloo"
"I love you too daddy!"
Her father unwrapped him self from the hug and picked up his suitcase and walked out the door. Once he was gone, it all hit Scootaloo. She realized what was going on. He father was leaving. Not for a day, not for a week, not for a month, forever. Never coming back. Scootaloo ran out the door to the end of the pathway. But he was already gone. Who was going to be Scootaloo's new dad? Was it going to be one of those weird drunk guys that her mother brought home? The young filly sat there in despair. She didn't know weather to cry or just to get back up and get on with life. But just then her mother was standing in front of her. "Why are you out here? Get back inside and clean dammit!" Her mother said pointing her hoof towards the house. Her mother wouldn't yell outside like she dose inside or the neighbors would hear and maybe even call the cops. Her mother wouldn't want that. Scootaloo went back inside and started the dishes. Her mother followed. There was a note on the kitchen table, her mother began to read.
"What? What the fuck does Thunder think he's doing!?"
The angered mare turned to her little daughter. She yanked the filly's ear and threw her on a chair at the table. "Did you anything about this?" Her mother said in a fake polite voice.
Scootaloo had no idea what her mom was doing, but she was being nice, or was it fake? "No, mother." Scootaloo replied. "LIES!" Her mother screamed.
She took the old wooden broom from where it was resting in the corner. The little scared filly backed into a corner on the other side of the kitchen, shaking like an earthquake. Her mother started to beat her with the broom, "ITS ALL YOU'RE FAULT! YOU STUPID CUNT!" She'd scream. Scootaloo dare say nothing. She’d just whimper every time she get hit harder than the last hit. Hot tears streaked down her face as blood ran down her head into her mouth. Once her mother got tired of beating her she sent Scootaloo to her room. Scootaloo went to her room with a swollen eye and bad bruises. She sat on her bed and stared out the window, the dark night sky glimmered in Luna's wonderful moon. She watched as other mothers called their fillies and foals back inside, they said goodbye to their friends and ran happily into their mothers hooves. They went into their own warm happy homes.
"I bet their mothers don't beat them with a broom"
"Why does this happen to me?" Scootaloo thought. “Why can't I just run away?"
Scootaloo walked up to the window and and opened it. She let the cool, fresh night air flow into her tear, blood, sweat-streaked fur. It felt wonderful, like it was blowing away all the events of the day. Scootaloo climbed on the window sill, she was just about to jump. But something made her stop. It was her mother. Just couldn't leave her mother here. The filly loved her too much. By the way, where would she go?? How would she find food? "this is a bad idea" she thought. “Maybe when Im older” She climbed back into her room and crawled into her bed. She went deep into the stinky and dirty blanket and just sat there. Staring into the dark nothingness like what her brain was doing right now. She did that until she finally fell asleep.