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Anchorage, Alaska was blanketed in a thick layer of snow, creating a pristine and serene landscape that belied the turmoil that brewed within the Leavitt trailer home. Inside, Juniper Grace Leavitt sat hunched over in her room, her heart heavy with the weight of anticipation and dread. The bitter taste of Christmas clung to the air.

Juniper clenched her fists, steeling herself for the inevitable storm that would soon rage through the trailer, brewing within the form of her stepfather, Kallick Malcom. The man who had sullied her childhood with his vile acts. She traced the scars on her arms, remnants of desperate struggles against his unwelcome advances, and bit her lip to stifle the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

The scent of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke lingered in the air, suffocating her. Christmas had always been a nightmare in their household, a chaotic mess fueled by Kallick's violent temper and abusive behavior.

Suddenly, a loud crash and a string of expletives from the living room jolted her from her thoughts. Kallick was in one of his drunken fits again, overturning furniture and yelling at the top of his lungs. Juniper huddled deeper into the corner, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Where's my damn whiskey?!" Kallick's slurred voice reverberated through the walls, sending a shiver down Juniper's spine. She knew it wouldn't be long before he came looking for another target for his rage.

Juniper closed her eyes, willing herself to block out the sounds of destruction and chaos that filled the air. 

Minutes passed like hours as she waited, her muscles tense, her breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps. Suddenly, the thudding of heavy footsteps reverberated through the trailer, growing louder and closer with each passing second.

The door to her room swung open with a violent force, and Kallick loomed in the doorway, his bloodshot eyes alight with fury. His unkempt beard and disheveled appearance only added to his menacing presence.

"You little brat," he sneered, the stench of alcohol wafting from his breath. "Think you can hide in here and avoid me, huh?"

Juniper remained silent, her jaw clenched tightly as she stared up at him with a steely resolve. She had learned long ago that arguing with him only made things worse.

"Get up," Kallick barked, his voice filled with malice. "I said get up, now!"

Slowly, Juniper pushed herself up from the mattress, her every movement deliberate and measured. She knew that giving in to her fear would only empower him, and she refused to give him that satisfaction.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice steady despite the fear that threatened to consume her.

Kallick's eyes gleamed with a cruel light as he grabbed her roughly by the arm, his grip like a vise. "I want you to learn some respect," he growled, dragging her out of the room and into the living room.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Juniper resigned herself to endure whatever punishment he had in store for her. She had endured worse, and she would endure this too.

As they reached the living room, Juniper's eyes fell on the shattered remnants of their Christmas tree, its once-glowing lights strewn across the floor like broken promises.

"You did this," Kallick spat, his words heavy with accusation. "You ruin everything, you ungrateful little brat!"

Juniper bit her lip to keep from retorting, knowing it would only provoke him further. She braced herself for the onslaught of his rage, hoping to weather the storm as best she could.

Kallick shoved her roughly onto the threadbare couch, his eyes burning with a twisted mix of anger and something she couldn't quite place. He loomed over her, his every movement a threat.

"You think you're tough, don't you?" he snarled, his breath hot against her face. "You think you're better than me?!"

Juniper's heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to cower before him. Instead, she met his gaze with a defiant stare, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Again.

"I don't think I'm better than anyone," she said, her voice steady. "I just want to be left alone."

Kallick's laughter cut through the air like a jagged blade, filling the room with its derisive edge. "Alone? You'll never be alone as long as you live under my roof, girl."

Juniper gritted her teeth, her fists clenched at her sides. She hated the way he belittled her, the way he made her feel small and insignificant. But she refused to show him how much his words affected her.

"You know what I think?" Kallick said, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. "I think you need to be taught a lesson. Maybe then you'll learn some respect."

Before Juniper could react, Kallick grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back with a savage force. A sharp cry escaped her lips as pain shot through her scalp, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream.

Again.

"Let go of me!" she hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination.

Kallick's laughter filled the room once more, its mocking timbre grating on Juniper's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "You'll scream when I want you to scream, girl. You belong to me, and don't you forget it."

With a violent tug, he forced her to her feet, his grip unrelenting as he dragged her towards the door. Juniper's mind raced as she tried to devise a plan, a way to escape his clutches and find some semblance of safety.

As they reached the door, a sudden commotion erupted outside, the sound of voices and footsteps drawing closer with each passing second. Juniper's heart leaped in her chest, a glimmer of hope sparking within her despite the desperate situation. Her mother, battered and bruised, had gotten to the neighbors while he was distracted by her. 

"What's that?" Kallick muttered, his grip loosening for a split second as he turned to look out the window. It was all the opportunity Juniper needed.

With a surge of adrenaline, she wrenched herself free from his grasp and bolted towards the door, her every movement fueled by the primal instinct to survive.

"Get back here, you little brat!" Kallick's enraged roar echoed in her ears as she burst out of the trailer and into the freezing Alaskan night. The cold air bit into her skin, but she paid it no mind as she sprinted towards the presumed safety of the nearby woods.

Branches clawed at her skin, the ground uneven and treacherous beneath her feet, but she ran on, her only thought to put as much distance between herself and Kallick as possible.

After what felt like an eternity, Juniper stumbled upon a small clearing in the woods, the moon casting an ethereal glow upon the snow-covered ground. She collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath as she struggled to comprehend the enormity of what had just happened.

Her body trembled with a potent mix of fear, anger, and something else that she couldn't quite identify. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if seeking solace in her own embrace.

"I won't go back," she whispered, her voice tinged with determination. "I won't let him break me, not again."

The sound of distant sirens pierced the stillness of the night, and Juniper's heart skipped a beat.

A new surge of fear gripped her, but she refused to give in to it. She had to be strong, for herself if for no one else.

The sirens drew closer.

With a resolute shake of her head, Juniper made a silent vow to herself. She would never let bullies get the upper hand again. She would take a stand, however she could.

But she knew, deep down, that her fear would stop her in her tracks. Would shatter her goals and aspirations like the broken Christmas bulbs on her trailer's kitchen floor.

The sound of approaching voices and flashing lights pulled her from her thoughts, and she knew that she had to act fast. 

She pushed herself to her feet, a fierce determination igniting within her as she set her sights on a new path, one that would lead her away from the darkness of her past and towards the bright, shining future she so desperately craved.

Fear overtook her, but she pushed on.

With slow, deliberate steps, Juniper made her way towards the approaching lights, every fiber of her being set on embracing the unknown with unwavering courage. The moment she emerged from the trees, the flashing lights of the police cars and the concerned voices of the officers enveloped her in a whirlwind of confusion and apprehension.

"Are you all right, miss?" one of the officers asked, his eyes scanning her for any signs of injury or distress.

Juniper drew in a steadying breath, her gaze fixed on the horizon as she forced herself to remain composed, despite the tumultuous emotions churning within her.

"I'm okay," she replied, her voice soft but steady. "I got away from him."

The words hung in the air like a declaration of independence, and for a brief moment, Juniper felt a surge of victory swell within her. She had escaped Kallick's clutches, and she was determined to carve out a new path for herself, one that didn't involve cowering in fear and submission.

Easier said than done. 

The officers escorted her to the safety of their patrol car, their words of reassurance and support washing over her like a soothing balm. Juniper allowed herself to relax, if only for a moment, as the reality of her newfound freedom began to sink in.

As they drove away from the trailer park, Juniper found herself gazing out the window at the snowy landscape, the moon casting an eerie glow upon the wintry scene. The world felt vast and filled with endless possibilities, and for the first time in a long while, Juniper allowed herself to entertain the notion of a brighter future.

The police station bustled with activity as Juniper was led inside, the officers taking her statement and assuring her that they would do everything in their power to ensure her safety.

As she sat in the dimly lit room, the events of the night weighed heavy on her mind. The questions swirled in her head like a maelstrom. The answers barren as the snow covered fields.

A sudden burst of laughter from the officers in the next room drew her attention, the sound a stark contrast to the heaviness that had settled over her. Juniper found herself intrigued by the camaraderie and lighthearted banter that filled the air, a sharp departure from the chaos and darkness she had come to associate with Christmas.

The officers emerged from the room, their expressions now more relaxed and casual as they made their way over to Juniper. One of them, a woman with a warm smile, offered her a cup of hot cocoa, the rich aroma of chocolate enveloping Juniper in a comforting embrace.

"It's not much, but it'll warm you up," the officer said, her eyes kind and understanding. "You've been through a lot tonight."

Juniper accepted the cup gratefully, wrapping her hands around it and relishing the comforting heat that seeped into her chilled fingers. The gesture was small, but it filled her with a sense of gratitude and warmth that she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of emotion. "I—I don't know what comes next."

The officers exchanged a knowing glance before the woman spoke, her tone gentle and reassuring. "We'll make sure you're safe, first and foremost. After that, we can help you figure out your next steps."

Juniper nodded, the weight of their words settling upon her shoulders like a heavy burden. She had always been fiercely independent, but the idea of relying on the assistance of others left her feeling vulnerable and uncertain.

"I just want to be free," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The words carried with them a depth of longing and desperation that she couldn't quite contain.

It wasn't long before Juniper found herself in a temporary shelter, the warm blankets and hot meals a welcome respite from the harsh reality of her past. The other residents offered her nods of understanding and sympathetic smiles, their unspoken camaraderie a soothing balm for her wounded spirit.

In the days that followed, Juniper spent hours pouring over her options, determined to forge a new path for herself. She had a fierce desire to reclaim her agency and independence, to carve out a life that was wholly her own, free from the shadow of Kallick's abuse.

The idea of becoming a wrestler had been nothing more than a distant dream, a fanciful aspiration that had taken root in her heart during the darkest of times. But now, as she sat in the quiet of her temporary home, the thought of pursuing that dream filled her with a renewed sense of purpose and determination.

With unyielding resolve, Juniper set about researching wrestling schools and training programs, determined to make her dream a reality. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to put in the hard work and dedication required to become a force to be reckoned with in the world of wrestling.

As the days turned into weeks, Juniper immersed herself in the grueling training regimen of the wrestling school, pushing her body to its limits and honing her skills with every ounce of determination she could muster.

The bruises and muscle aches were a small price to pay for the sense of empowerment and liberation that wrestling afforded her. Each body slam and suplex served as a testament to her unwavering resilience and tenacity, a powerful declaration of her refusal to be cowed by the traumas of her past.

She shed her old identity like a serpent shedding its skin, stepping into the ring with a newfound sense of purpose and a burning desire to make her mark on the world.

The first time she stepped into the ring as a professional wrestler, the adrenaline rush that pulsed through her veins was nothing short of intoxicating. The roar of the crowd, the thud of her opponent hitting the mat, the fierce struggle for victory—it was all a heady mix of chaos and exhilaration that filled her with an electrifying sense of what she had craved for so long-- freedom.

As she scanned the front row, her heart sank. Among the faces, she spotted him—Kallick, her stepfather, the source of her deepest wounds. His smug smile sent shivers down her spine, igniting a flame of fury within her. Her eye twitched uncontrollably, the bitter taste of fear rising in her throat. After all this time, Kallick had found her sanctuary. Something snapped within Juniper. The years of torment, the nights of hiding and the bruises that never seemed to heal, all surged to the surface with a surge of raw emotion. In that moment, a new persona was born inside her, one she could no longer control.

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"I never got to enjoy Christmas. I never got the same small luxuries we take for granted, and I don't think I ever opened a single gift.

Until tonight.

Men like Kallick Malcom ruined my childhood with their addiction, greed, and inner loathing. Men like you have tried to sabotage the only thing I've ever truly loved with twitter accounts, powerful connections, and a sickening hive mind mentality. Men like you, cowards to the core, who bully others to feel better about themselves. Men like you who go above and beyond to impress their cohorts, desperately clinging to any shred of humanity they have left. I've always hated men like you, Matt. I've also made a career proving people wrong. You tried to step on me the moment you realized your Stride Rite's fit correctly; you never banked on being fed your own toes. You choose the condiment.

You come to MY house, holding MY belt, with your smug pug look. You've never been held accountable for your bullshit, swallowed what you've disgustingly spewed out. Tonight, you will face your synn's. Tonight you come face to face with the demon you created. Tonight you're Kallick Malcom, and I'm going to rip your fucking throat out.

Blood. 

Retribution.

The best gifts a girl could ask for."