Chapter One: Blossom

He said that the experiment would change our lives forever. That we could live without life's burdens and mistakes.

I've been living here for almost four years now. In this hell I call home. With my mum and little brother. My mum's name is Breanna, and my brother's name is Micheal.

I'd like to believe it, I really would, but I know that Breanna isn't my real mum. Just like Micheal isn't really my brother. Breanna adopted me when I was about ten and when Micheal was just a little baby.

When I say I've been living here for six years now, I mean that I didn't always live here in London. I remember a man that I lived with, and two other little girls. But, that was ages ago...

"Mum, dinner is ready!" I call. I can hear her humming a little tune she sings to Micheal when it's his bedtime. My mum has a very beautiful voice.

"I'll be right there, Blossom!" she replies.

My 'mum', Breanna is a very heavy drinker and used to be married to a man named Jean, but he died a couple of years back. Well, that's what she tells me. I have no memory of the man what-so-ever.

Ever since Jean died, my mum's been bringing alot of her crazy boyfriends home. Most of them are drunks, but I do remember two years ago, there was one named Austin, who I really liked alot. He was so nice to my mum and treated her like a queen, but one day Austin found out that my mum was cheating on him with another man. He broke up with her, leaving her here with me and Micheal.

I haven't seen Austin since that sad day.

Anyway, so my mum brings home these weird guys that hit her all the time and boss her around. She claims that they don't mean it, but I know that isn't true. She usually comes home with a black eye or sprained arm. I'll just clean her up and wait until she goes asleep.

Some of them try to take a swing at me 'cause I try to protect my mum. I'll get hurt, but I've never cared.

Her current boyfriend, Bill is one of the worst. She's been dating him for a couple of months now, and he's, he's... he's raped me before.

I've never actually told my mum 'cause I knew she'd never believe me. I try not to make the man mad, or he'll do that to me again. He says if I tell he'll kill Micheal and my mum, so I've kept it secret.

I rinse off a couple of dishes and set the table.

Just as I'm about to sit down, Bill and m ymum come in the kitchen.

"What's he doing here?" I ask, rolling my eyes at him. Bill's eyes are glued to my body. Especially my breasts. I turn away, folding my arms above my chest.

My mum takes a seat next to me, and begins to eat what I've prepared for dinner.

"Move it." Bill says to me. I stay in my place and continue. He shoves my shoulder a bit, but I still continue.

"I said move it!" he yells, pushing me out of the chair, me landing face-first on the hard, wooden floor.

There's a bit of blood on my pale face, as well as a bruise.

I stand up and look at my mum. She's in tears, just staring at me. I run as fast as I can up to my small room.

I bury my head into my pillow and cry, a smidge of blood stains my white little pillow. I'm gonna get it tonight. He's gonna come up to my room really late, knowing that everyone is asleep but me. And he'll rape me.

Bill is so strong. He'll probably try to knock me out or something. That's his way of 'having mercy' on me. He says so it won't be painful. But it will. He'll make sure of it.

I sigh between my silent sobs. I just want to leave this place. But I can't leave. Bill will kill my mum and Micheal, my only loved ones. Without them, I have no reason to live at all.

I look out of the small window that's above my bed. The sun is setting. I'm dreading what's gonna happen tonight. I really want to leave! But I can't.

I only wish I could be like other kids in my class, who don't have a terrible family and don't have to worry about going to sleep at night. Or worrying that they might not even wake up the next morning. That's my life. I'm worried Bill's gonna kill me, then my mum and Micheal.

Micheal's just a tike. He doesn't deserve to live like this. He doesn't know wjo his real dad is, and neither do I. He just doesn't...

I open my eyes and heare footsteps coming toward my room. Bill comes crashing through the door, a beer in his hand.

"Time to pay." he said, puncing on me as I closed my eyes and began to cry..

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I'm soo sorry! This story will get happier! I know rape is a very serious issue and needs to be dealt with. Please don't hate me! Review to tell me what you think! thanks