A/N- I also have this story posted on Fanfiction.net under the username MoonKitten2017. It's a Supernatural fanfiction that I thought of and just wanted to write in between working on the chapters for Blood is Shed. 

7-year-old Lydia cowered in the dark corner in her room as she heard her mother arguing with someone. She didn't know who was the victim of mother's yelling, but she feared for the person. Then there were two pairs of footsteps coming up the stairs, and she let out a small gasp of fear and she practically dived underneath the bed.

"I don't care what the f*** you think. I'm packing her things up and taking her with me. Lydia does not deserve to be around someone like you!"

"You don't own her! You can't just take her away!"

When she heard the voice of her uncle Blake, she cried out and got out from underneath the bed.

"Uncle Blake!" She cried, running into her uncle's arms. Blake picked her up and hugged her.

"Hey, sweetheart. You're gonna come with me, okay?"

"Yes, please!" Lydia pleaded.

Blake turned to look at Lydia's mother. "And I have every right to take her, Beatrice. Here's the papers," he stated, handing some paperwork to her mother. Beatrice took the papers and looked at them, gasping when she realized that she just lost her daughter.

Blake ignored all her pleas to let her have Lydia back, he just packed Lydia's clothes and her stuffed dog. Once everything was packed, Blake took Lydia and her things down to his car. He buckled her into the back seat and placed her things on the seat beside her. He closed the door and walked around to the driver side and climbed in behind the wheel. He buckled himself in and closed the door. Beatrice ran out to the car, but it was too late. Blake had already drove off.

Ten Years Later...

Lydia was 17 now, and a skilled hunter. She helped her uncle hunt demons and all the supernatural. Uncle Blake had given her the keys to his beautiful black 2007 Dodge Ram Pickup Truck that he got just for her. It has a suspension lift of 6 inches. She loves driving it and once the keys were handed over to her, she did not let anybody, not even her uncle, drive it. She takes good care of it, she even learned some mechanic stuff from her uncle, and at school, when she wasn't busy with hunting. Auto classes were the only classes she loved to go to. And thankfully, the teacher there was understanding and even came over to teach her at home, since he and her uncle were friends.