Hi! This is my first story, it's just a made-up one. So, I hope you like it...
Flare Wilson was an orphan after losing her parents in a terrible fire, that was caused by her!?
Flare didn't realize such an ability until her sixteen birthday, and her adopted parent Matthew Connor who tried to rape and kill her, causing Flare to do the ultimate choice to get this man away from her in a second flat...
Later on, Flare gets a un-visited guest, telling her of her curse, and what she has to do in order to take control of it. Is Camp Cloak her salvation she needs, or is it her doom for all eternity...
Written By: WontSeeMeRun
Chapter One: Burning, everything is burning...
I sat in the back of an ambulance car, waiting, hoping to see my parents come to my side. But, they never came.
A tall, muscular man came to my side, and kneeled down in front of me. He was wearing a fireman suit. As the man removed his helmet, I noticed he had ash on his face, but the one thing I noticed for sure was the sad frown that formed on his lips.
"So, your the little girl?" Asks the man.
Obviously.
I nodded.
"What's your name?" Asks the man.
"F-Flare Wilson." I answered, stuttering on trying not to cry.
"How old are ya?" Asks the man.
"Six." I answered.
The man nodded, but looked away from me as he said. "Well, I'm sorry but you were the only one to get out of the house."
Thats when I felt my tears burn in my eyes, and blur my vision as they rolled down my cheeks.
Chapter Two: My Life Today
I stood in my bedroom, just after taking a shower, and stared at my naked, pale skin.
I had bruises that covered my entire body, on my neck I saw his hand prints, on my shoulders where he digs in his nails, my waist to hold me still, and my legs as he held them down.
My gaze caught my own green eyes, and I looked at the bags under my eyes as they reminded me of each not with that man.
I grabbed my brush and attempted to brush my long red hair, but my hair felt worse as I remembered him yanking on my hair as he told me to scream his name.
I felt one, single tear run down my cheek, as I tried my best to look happy.
Chapter Two: Part Two
When I finished getting dressed, I ran downstairs and started his supper, like I always do before he gets home.
I started the burner, and got myself a pot, filling it with water, then putting noodles in it.
Suddenly I heard a cars door slam outside, and cursing outside.
He's home so soon!? And he's mad!?
I heard the front door open and slam shut.
I kept my back to the hallway, trying my hardest to not tremble in fear.
Suddenly I felt his breath on my neck.
"Flare..." Began Matthew.
I didn't turn around, I was terrified and I wasn't going to give him the satisfying pleasure that he gets from me.
"Flare!" He yelled this time, slamming his hand on the counter, making me jump.
I slowly turned around and faced Matthew. "Yes?"
"Do not ignore your daddy." Whispers Matthew against my cheek.
That's when I smelt it, the alcohol.
I turned my face away as he pressed himself against me. Grabbing my chin, yanking my face towards him, pressing his lips aggressively against mine.
"St-Stop!" I said a little too loudly.
Matthew pulled away and stared at me hungrily.
