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Worthy of trust

Chapter 1: Demons

"Mummy?"

I clutch my teddy tightly, holding it against my chest.

"Mummy? Where are you, I'm scared"

The place is dark and quiet. I hear my small feet pattering on the cold wooden floor as I made my way towards my mummy's bedroom. I stand in front of her bedroom door, keeping my teddy close to me. It is slightly opened, I can hear groaning and banging noises coming from behind the door.

"Mummy?"

The door creaks as I slowing open it, my eyes go wide at what my small blue eyes see. There was blood everywhere; on the walls, carpet, ceiling and on the bed. He has no clothes on, and my mummy doesn't either. He's on his knees and has his hands on my mummy's private part. What scares me more is my mummy isn't moving. She's covered in more blood then the room, her arm is dangling over the edge of the bed, blood dripping from her fingertips, her face is turned to the side. I can see a single tear in her blue eyes, she looks frightened, eyes wide opened.

My voice trembles "Mm…Mummy?"

Once I spoke, he stopped moving and slowly turned his bloody face to me. He's scary. He has a deep frown on his face, eyes opened wide, teeth clenched together.

He screams at me "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE BRAT!"

His voice hurts my ears "What's wrong with mummy? Why isn't she moving?"

I watch him stare at my mummy, then smiling evilly as he turned his attention to me.

"Mummy is; sleeping. Yeah, she's sleeping" he says it slowly, dragging every word "Why don't I help you sleep to?"

I shake my head, backing away from him. Mummy always told me to stay away from him.

"Oh? You don't want to join your precious mummy"

He hops off the bed and walks towards me, with his arms stretched out. I can't see, my eyes are blurry from the tears forming in them. I scream as I feel his rough hands on my small arms; gripping them tightly, so I can't escape.

"YOU LISTEN TO ME WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING, OR YOU WILL END UP JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER" he spits at me.

I let my tears fall down my face; I'm scared and I want my mummy.

"You're hurting me" I scream.

"You little Bitch!" he slaps me across the face and throws me across the room.

I hit the wall hard, I think I've broken my arm. It hurts to move it "Mummy!" I cry out.

"Mummy can't help you this time" he throws me on the bloody bed next to my mummy, and starts ripping off my clothes. I'm begging him to stop, but he roughly turns my face to my mummy. I cry looking into her blue eyes.

"Say good night to mummy little blue" he kisses my temples.

I can't move; I hurt everywhere; I'm bleeding down below; I feel nothing, but pain. I can hear the groaning and banging noises again, as I lay limp next to my mummy on the bloody sheets of the bed.

"Noooo!"

Bulma was twisting violently in her sleep; sweaty beads forming on her face and body "Don't touch me!" she could feel hands on her, shaking her roughly. She instantly awakens and swings her fist at the person whom put their hands on her.

"Whoa. Bulma dear it's me. Dr Briefs" he quickly dodges her punch before it made contact with his face.

Mrs Briefs grabs Bulma's shaking form into a hug, and rubs her back to calm her down "Shush, sweetie it's ok. You're safe"

Bulma surveys the room and sighs in relief. She's still with the Briefs. "I dreamed of him again" cried Bulma. She hated crying, it made her feel weak. But at times like this she couldn't help it. Every night her dreams got worse. No matter how many times the Briefs payed for session after session with a psychiatrist, it was never enough to rid her mind from her past.

"I can't take it anymore" she sobbed harder on Mrs Briefs shoulder, leaving it soaked from her tears.

"We know dear" Dr Briefs glances at his wife. A sad expression placed on both their faces.

It hurt them deeply to see the young girl still suffering. The memories of her torturous and painful past still plaque her mind. It was their body guard that had rescued her when she was 10 years old. He was in a state of shock when they arrived at the hospital, he called them about the whole thing wanting them to be there for the child. The police were involved, questioning them on the child's state. When they asked of the whereabouts of her parents their body guard had informed them that they were not around at the time he helped the young girl. Because the police couldn't locate her parents the briefs agreed to adopt her. They didn't want her put in an orphanage.

"Bulma honey, we were thinking. What if you went to school? Make some friends. It may…"

"School? What are you talking about? Why? I've been home schooled since the both of you took me in, and I'm comfortable with just that. No one will want to befriend me anyways. What's the point? I'm nothing" she pushes Mrs Briefs away from her and buries her face in her hands.

"Now Bulma, you know that's not true. You are a Briefs…" Bulma interrupts her.

"WHY MUST YOU KEEP SAYING THAT! IM NOT A BRIEFS. YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER AND YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER" Bulma yells "I don't deserve this life you have given me"

Mrs Briefs was near tears as she ran out of Bulma's room. Her husband watching her leave "You know dear. Just because you are not our biological daughter does not mean we don't see you as our own. We love you from the day we saw you. Your mother even more, every day. She's always wanted a child, a daughter at that. But she is unable to have children, but you were unaware of this of course. We don't know exactly what you have been through when you lived with 'him' but what we see in you every day we could only imagine the torment you had to endure. A child at that age shouldn't experience what you have. We don't think any less of you though, you're not nothing. In fact you are everything that we always wanted in a child, well of course you're not a child anymore. We just want what's best for you. We want you to be happy dear" before he left the room in search for his wife he turned to Bulma who was staring at him, sadly "Do what makes you happy. But remember this; your mother and I love you no matter what" and with that he left the room closing the door behind him.

Bulma gripped her legs tightly. She was upset at herself, the briefs, practically the world. She wished that the years she spent with them her past would vanish, so she could live a happy life. But it kept creeping up on her every turn she took. Landing her head on her pillow, she closed her eyes emptying her mind in a deep sleep.

Next morning…

Awakening to a bright light shining through the curtains. She groaned and put the blanket over her face avoiding the rays of light. Mornings was never her favourite. Today was Sunday, she recalled last night's events with her adoptive parents, feeling guilty for the nasty words she screamed in their faces. Both have been nothing but kind and loving to her, that's what frustrated her the most. She should be the happiest child to have the luxurious life she has now, but deep down in the pit of her stomach, felt she didn't deserve a bit of it. As far as she could remember, all she was taught was to obey an order if refused she was to go without food. And that wasn't the worst part. Her childhood didn't consist of hugs and kisses; instead it was beatings and chains. She didn't even remember if her biological mother showed her the same kindness as Mrs Briefs did, her dreams only reminded her of the bad that happened in her life with 'him'. Bulma closed her eyes to rid the images of 'him' out of her mind. When she reopened them a thought came to her mind "I need to apologise to them. Maybe I should go to school. If what they say will help get rid of these demons then so be it. But make friends?" she wasn't a hundred percent certain with her decision, but she had to make it up to them somehow.

She entered her bathroom, washed her face and dried it. Examining her appearance in the mirror she noticed dark circles under her bright blue eyes, possibly from lack of sleep from the past few nights. She walked out of her room, shut the door and made her way down stairs. There was a glorious aroma in the air, the smell of fresh pancakes cooking. She knew it was Mrs Briefs in the kitchen. It amazed Bulma that the rich couple did not have maids. Mrs Briefs always said she loved to cook and clean herself, so that's all she did on a daily basis.

Bulma watched her humming while flipping the pancakes in the pan. She went to sit down at the kitchen table.

"Ahem" Bulma interrupted.

"Oh my, sweetie you scared the living day lights out of me" she giggled.

Bulma looked at her seriously, she never was use to the Briefs acting like nothing happened when she would act so horribly towards them. She remember she always was punished for such behaviour. It made no sense.

"I urhm…"

"What is it sweetie" asked Mrs Briefs, tilting her head to the side.

"I just wanted to apologise for the way I…. you know; last night; look I didn't mean anything I said, I was just emotional and… Why must you guys always be so… it's frustrating ok" Bulma frowned when she saw the smile on Mrs Briefs face grow.

"Sweetie me and your fa…" she hesitated, not sure how Bulma would react.

"It's ok" stated Bulma.

Mrs Briefs smiled "Your father and I, we love you very much. We just want you to be happy. And I'm sorry I suddenly opened up about the 'going to school thing' so early, but we thought that if you met some new people and made some friends you might open up more. Who knows you may even be happier"

'I doubt it would make me happy, but I know that it's what they want. It would make up for what I said to them. Maybe I should bring Nappa with me? He can keep guard while I… No I must not let him think I'm weak. It's only school I don't need my body guard'

"Ok" she whispered.

"Ok what sweetie?"

Bulma rolled her eyes "Ok I'll go to school. But on one condition. If I don't like it you will pull me out and never speak of it again promise?"

Mrs Briefs squealed in delight "Of course sweetie. This is fantastic, I must tell your father the good news. You will start first thing tomorrow. Oh my so much to do today we have to get you books and some new clothing and…"

Bulma stopped listening and stared at Mrs Briefs as she paced back and forth around the kitchen, unaware that the pancakes were burning. She didn't think she had to start school tomorrow. She could hear her heart beating in her chest. What would the other students think of her, it's not like she cared what they thought anyway, but she was curious. 'I can't believe I'm going through with this'

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