Scootaloo's Painful Secret

by unicorn92243

Chapter 1: 1. Remembering

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1. Remembering

Chapter 1


  The first time was when she was five years old. She had talked back to her mother and she’d yanked on her right foreleg so hard it was amazing it hadn’t come out of it’s socket.

  Her mother’s name was Cold Heart, her father, Cloud Dancer. Her mother was a yellow Pegasus with a frozen heart for a cutie mark. Her father was a dark grey Pegasus with a cloud as a cutie mark.

  Her mother had always been rough with her no matter what she’d been doing. If she brushed her mane, she pulled it. If she gave her a bath, she turned the faucet on full blast and stuck her tiny head under it, causing her to shriek from the pain of the strong current hitting her head and all the loud noise.

  When Scootaloo was a baby, she was like a new toy for her mother to play with. When she reached school age it was like her mother got tired of her new toy, and mostly started leaving her for her father to raise.

   Except of course, when she was in a bad mood and needed to take it out on somepony. That pony would be Scootaloo.

  Scootaloo would be yelled at, called names, put down, slapped across the face, spanked, and punished when she didn't deserve it.

  Her father, while he shielded her from the abuse getting too bad, also enabled her mother by defending her and making excuses for her actions.

  Her mother's abuse was mostly verbal and emotional. Scootaloo's self esteem was shot. She felt useless and worthless, and her wings being too small for her to fly properly just made her feel worse.

  At first she blamed herself, thought that maybe if she tried harder to be a better daughter, then maybe her mother would love her more. As she got older however, she gradually began to realize that it was her mother who had the problem, not her, and she began to hate and resent her as much as she feared her.

  "I wish I'd never had you," her mother would say cruelly. Or perhaps she'd call her a stupid spoiled brat.

  If Scootaloo tried to stand up for herself, she was punished. If she even complained that something wasn't fair, she was punished. If she slammed a door in anger or frustration, she was punished.

  At times Scootaloo hated her life and wished she was dead. Other times she wished her mother was dead.

  Scootaloo was eight years old now, and the abuse had continued. Her father had always told her that want went on at home was nopony elses business, but she longed to tell someone. Her heart hurt so much...

  "Hey Scootaloo! Earth to Scootaloo!"

  "Huh what?" She looked at Sweetie Belle blankly.

  "I said do you have any ideas for today?"

  "Yeah," added Apple Bloom. "It's time to go crusading."

  Scootaloo blinked and looked around their club house. She'd been so lost in thought she'd forgotten they were at a meeting.

  "Uh... maybe skating?"

  "Sure! Cutie Mark Crusaders Skaters! Yay!" The others cheered.

  Scootaloo smiled weakly and followed her friends. She spent as much time with them and at the clubhouse as possible so she wouldn't have to go home and deal with her family.

  Once, she'd tried to tell an aunt and uncle what her mother did to her, but to her shock and sadness, they'd taken her mother's side and told her she deserved how she was treated. She hadn't dared to tell anyone else again.

  If her own family wouldn't help her, who would?

  She looked up at the sky in time to see Rainbow Dash streak across it. Maybe she could tell the person she looked up to most, but what if she said it was her own fault too? She didn't think she could bear that.

  Just that morning her mother had slapped her and left a red mark on her cheek. Her friends had asked her about it, but she'd told them she'd banged it on her scooter. She didn't like lying to her friends, but she was afraid of their reactions.

  For three years now she'd kept this deep dark secret. Would she ever get up the courage to tell anyone again?

  When Scootaloo went home that evening, she knew right away she was in trouble. She could hear her mother yelling before she even went inside. Apparently the plumbing was backed up.

  "You!" Her mother yelled as soon as she saw her. "You put too much toilet paper in and backed up the system didn't you?!"

  "I didn't!" Scootaloo insisted, backing up nervously. "It's not my fault!"

  "I don't believe you, you little liar!" Her mother grabbed her and started spanking her hard and fast.

  "Ow! Mom no! I didn't do anything!" Scootaloo sobbed.

  "Go to your room!" Her mother screamed at her and Scootaloo fled.

  For a long time Scootaloo cried in the darkness, her flank and heart hurting equally. Why did her mother hate her so much?

   The next day the plumber told her parents that their tree roots were interfering with the pipes. Scootaloo glared at her mother, but she never apologized. Not that it would matter if she did. The few times her mother did say she was sorry she'd always do it again in a few days.

  "I'm sorry Mom punished you when you didn't deserve it," her father said. "But she's been going through a hard time at work."

  Scootaloo scowled at her father. There were times when she hated him just as much as she hated her mother. There were no good excuses for her mother's actions against her. None.

  And yet, despite all the pain, there was a part of her that yearned for her mother's approval. That desperately wanted her love. Her mother would tell her because of her job she didn't have much time for her. Yet her mother had plenty of time to go out with her mare friends.

  Scootaloo was old enough now to recognize a hypocrite when she saw one, even though she didn't know the actual meaning of the word. Her mother was selfish, cruel, abusive, and a tyrant.

  She couldn't wait to grow up and get away from her. She feared her as much as she hated her.

  Why didn't her father divorce her mother and send her away? Her mother was just as mean to her father as she was to her, except she never hit him. She would however, yell at him and insult him just like she did Scootaloo.

  On the outside, Scootaloo pretended to be brave and daring just like Rainbow Dash, but on the inside she was a scared and hurting little filly.

  Later Scootaloo looked out her window and made the same wish on a star that she made every night. That her mother would change, and become kind and loving. It was a habit to her by now. Every night she would wish, but her wish would never come true.

To Be Continued...

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