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// Entry #018 
// Story: Silent: Windy Chyme's Story 
// by Phoenix Heart 27 
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Dear Diary,
Currently flying and writing at the same time. It probably isn’t a good idea, but it’s all I can do because I’m fleeing for my life. My dad he--he--he’s too far gone! I-I dunno how it all happened! One minute I’m getting a call through my walkie from Lightning and we’re just talking. Next thing I know, my dad’s bustin’ in my room just because he heard a voice that didn’t belong to me. Of course in my shock, I drops my walkie and obviously Lightning is confused so he keeps talking. My dad picks it up and starts drunkenly demanding who’s on the other end. I try to get it back and he shoves me down. Then he goes ballistic and starts shouting at me! Saying things like “That was a colt on the other end!” and “What the BUCK are you doin’ talking to a colt!?”. He also, after a lot more shoutin’ and shaking me, bellowed clear in my face “If I ever catch you with one of these narrow hinded, fast colts! I’ll kill ‘em on sight!!”. I responded by shouting back “You can’t tell me what to do or who I can talk to! You ain’t mama!”. I was more shocked that I shouted that back than he was. However, that’s when I saw something in him splinter a bit. He reared back and, without warning socked me so hard in my jaw, I’m sure I saw stars briefly before he picked me up and slammed me against a wall. Drunkenly shouting nonsense and randomness at me the entire time. I kept trying to break away, but he kept dragging me back for more punches. Shouting at me! Calling me “loose”, “fast filly” and worse “whore”! I still feel like crying due to how horrible his words were!

So after he left me alone for a brief moment, I resolved to do the one smart thing I could. I grabbed a large duffle bag and filled it with: clothes, shoes, toiletries, Bubby, Cheyenne (barely), my bits stash and my boxing gear. When he was distracted, I bolted “stealthily” out my window, down the fire escape and away from my apartment building.

Now of course in my haste, I didn’t forget my walkie and I radioed Lightning. When he didn’t answer, I switched stations to Stormy. She, thankfully answered right as I called. So I’m on my way over there now. Wish me luck.

Update: I’ve been at Stormy’s place for a few hours now. At first, her parents’ were immediately concerned as to why I showed up at their door badly beaten and with a duffel bag. I quickly lied and said I was on my way there for an impromptu sleepover and I said that I got jumped by a couple of the North Detrot's. Thank Faust that they bought that as they managed to simultaneously patch me up and watch over Stormy and her baby brother, Orion. Now I should let you be aware that baby Bat Ponies can be….well...rather crazy when their a few months old (Orion’s 6 months old and Stormy just turned 11 recently). 

So having to bandage up an injured older filly and watch over an almost feral baby who’s hellbent on chasing his big sister around the house. That was honestly entertaining to watch. Plus it helped get my mind off of what happened. That is...until Stormy and I were alone. She started grilling me on how I really got so banged up. So I told her what really happened. The whole truth and when I was done the look on Stormy’s face practically screamed murder. She got up and went to her night table drawer and pulled out, to my own shock, a collapsible lightning sword. After I almost scream at her to drop it (she covered my muzzle immediately), she does before she starts explaining how she’d kept something secret from me for years. I didn't think it was possible but when she said the words “Assassin-in-training” I actually froze! That completely floored me! I was not expecting this from my best friend! However, she went on an explained that she’s been training since she was 3. She says it’s a necessity that every young fledgeling (that’s what a young Bat Pony is called. Stormy is considered a fledgeling while Orion is still a foal) by the age of 3 is required to begin learning the skills of an assassin. She told me the sword was a gift from her grandmare on her mom’s side for her birthday last year. When I brought back up the fact that she had it out, she simply stated and I quote: “Nopony beats my bestie and lives to speak about it! Especially no grown pony!!”. Thankfully I calmed her down before she could go flying to my apartment, sword a blaze, ready to kill my dad. The only reason I was successful was because my dad is far bigger than her and the fact that neither of us could hide a body. Eventually we relented and resolved to simply chill in her room. And when that got boring, we radioed Wave Rider and Lightning Zap. Less than 5 minutes go by before we hear a knock on Stormy's door and in comes the colts. I thought that once the boys got here, they’d be more level headed. Oh how wrong I was. Now I’ve gotta talk 3 knuckleheads out of committing murder! Wish me luck diary.
Love,
Wind Chime (age 11 and ½)