Authors notes: well this was kinda short. I know that the spelling/grammar isn't perfect but I write or me and only me so...

Disclaimer: I don't own the mentalist just having fun here

I'm walking down the driveway. Ugh why couldn't Hightower just tell me what the case is. I hate surprises.

I see the sheriff and he looked completely green.

"Hello. Agent Teresa Lisbon here from the CBI," I say while extending out my hand toward him.

"Hi," the sheriff said sniffling," Sheriff Wayward. Tragedy, surely is. She was like another daughter to me. Poor, poor girl. The fact that her little siblings were just in the other room while all this happened. They won't talk to anybody. We can't prove it was her father but we all know it is. We just need someone to get them to talk and to help us with resources to find poor Emilys sorry excuse for a father."

I almost throw up right in my mouth at the last words, but instead I choked out,"Where is the body."

"This way," Wayward said leading them up the stairs and to the master bedroom.

I observed my surroundings. The glasses of alcohol, beer cans, and wine bottles. Broken family and wedding photos all around the room. The most noticeable thing in the room though is the master bed in which Emily was laid out on the bed (still naked) with her hand on top of the white comforter. You could see the blood splattered all around the bed and you could see her neck cut open and bruising on the girls face.

I gag and run out of the room before anybody can stop me. I find a bathroom I can lock myself in while I hear the drowned out knocks on the door from Cho and Jane. I slide the draws out so if Jane picks the lock so they still won't get in (I learned that one from hiding in the bathroom with my little brothers while my father was one a drunken tirade). I sit on the toilet and cup my face in my hands and sadly start to remember the first time it happened to me.

"KICK IT! KICK IT JAMES!" I yelled while bobbing the little fussing toddler Alex on my knee. I scrap out the dark brown hair out of his face as I watch my other brothers kick the soccer ball around in the front lawn.

"TERESA! IN HERE NOW!" yelled dad as I a shiver ran up my spin hoping he wasn't drunk. I passed Alex off to Tommy while I dragged my feet to the inside of the Lisbon house.

My worst fear was recognized when the smell of alcohol grazed my nose. I feel my hair being pulled toward the kitchen. I throw my head back to hopefully help with the pain on my head only to hurt more by seeing my father angry face. He throws my small body toward the kitchen table as I feel the corner of the it piercing my lower back and the blood trickles down the back of my shorts then down leg until it made a small puddle on the ground.

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO DO THE DISHES YOU BITCH!" My father begins to yell, "WHEN I ASK YOU YOU DO SOMTHING YOU WILL DO IT OR FACE MY CONCIQUENCES DO YOU UNDERSTAND. I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL NOT EVER DISRESPECT ME LIKE THIS ASSHOLE. HOW DARE YOU DISREPECT ME LIKE THIS AND NOT DO AS YOU ARE TOLD. YOU WILL BE PUNISHED FOR THIS YOUNG LADY!"

That is it all the things he said, all of the lie he just screamed right at my face I just lost it I couldn't stand the awful things he had said. I am practically the mother of his children at east that is what they call me, I clean the entire house from top to bottom, I make all of the money because he can't get off his drunken ass and get a job, but most of all I take all of the beatings he gives out so he doesn't severely injure his 7, 5, and 3 year old sons only his poor 13 year old daughter!

"DIRESPECT! WHEN DID I START TO RESPECT YOU. WHAT DO I HAVE TO RESPECT! I PRACTICALLY RUN THIS FAMILY THE ONLY THING YOU PUT INTO THIS HOUSEHOLD IS PAIN AND SUFFERING THAT YOU INDUCE INTO YOUR CHILDRENS MINDS AND BODIES!"

He slapped so hard I fell the ground. Then he start to kick me while he was muttering things like "how dare you" and "I'm your father".

Finally he stopped pulling me up by my hair and pushing me to the wall I braced myself for another beating but instead was showered with kisses to my neck.

I stared to squirm and squeal every time he touched me.

"Stop. Stop daddy please." I said begging for him to stop.

"Please Teresa I need this." He said.

"No. Please stop." I said the tears starting to roll down my checks.

He tightened his grip on my wrists and pressed me against the wall smothering my small body. His hands when to the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it above my head while I tried extremely hard to get away from the tall man. He ripped the small sports bra off and then went down to my shorts and he pulled my shorts and under wear down to the floor.

This is it I thought. I always dreamed that I would lose my virginity to the perfect guy on my wedding night he would be gentle and soft an tell me he loved me. I never thought I would lose my virginity to my father in the kitchen. My eyes are full of tears ready to spring free.

Then it happens it hurts and I feel a rip and blood drip down my leg. I screamed and slammed my flat palms against the wall behind me. He thrusts three times into me. Then he just discards my bruised and bloody body to the floor like I was a piece of trash. That is what I fell like trash. I miss mommy she never would have let the daddy do this to me. I start to shake and I pull my blood filled ripped clothes on top of me and scoot as far away from my father as my lifeless body will take me.

"Tessy," I hear little James voice calling for me.

"Give me a minute James," I yell with every oz. of my energy I had left. I lift myself up and ran upstairs quickly. I jumped in the shower and washed off while sheading the tears I had left in my eyes, and then changed. While walking to go outside I see my fathers passed out drunken body in the kitchen I walk in and slowly not to wake him zip his pants and clean up the blood so my brothers never find out what just happened.

Before I knew it my head was in the toilet and I was throwing up with tears streaking down my face.

"Lisbon, Lisbon, Teresa, Teresa," Jane said in a sort of sing song voice. He obviously picked the lock but couldn't get in because of the draws but you could see his wiggling fingers.

"Teresa can I please come in its only me," he asked is such a begging voice. I reached my hand out and pushed the draw back in and Jane came stumbling in. He closed the door behind him.

"Cool trick," he said with a sorta smile. I started to puke again and Jane was quickly at my side pulling my hair back. Once I'm done throwing up my lunch I start to cry and Jane pulls me into his chest for a hug and I smell his vest. Its intoxicating. I slowly come back to reality and feel his thumb rubbing circles in my back and his calm voice shushing my crying. I look up and see my small amount of mascara rubbed off on his vest.

"I'm sorry," is said dropping my hand in defeat, "I'm a mess."

"You look beautiful darling, "he said with an adoring look in his eyes.

I managed a small smile then looked down at the ground and mutter a small thanks.

"Anytime, " he said kissing my cheek. He stood up grabbed my hand to pull my up with him he flushed the toilet and kissed my cheek again and I smiled. He brought his thumbs up to my checks and wiped the drying tears

"I'm so sorry, " He whispered in my ear then kissed my ear.

I shoved him back away from me. I cant believe I thought he actually cared for me and wanted to comfort. I had always taken help just never pity.

"I don't need any pity from you Jane, " I said and shoved past him. Then turned around at the door, " I actually believed you there for a minute, Jane... Cool trick."

Review or don't I don't care im gonna keep writing anyway. I really thought it was actually time for Lisbon to have hurt Janes feeling for once in there lives. So next chapter I think Im going to write about Lisbon trying to make the kids talk about what happened and maybe share a story I don't know.