A/N I know I have a lot of stories at the moment, but it's been a while since I did a story with the children from TBR in, so that's what I'm going to do. I will, however, add my own character Rosalind Blossom, who is portrayed by 4 year old Mackenzie Foy. I have done a polyvore for her, am doing one for her clothes, and I am going to do others throughout this story (I will let you know at the end of each chapter what polyvores have been added), which I will put in a collection with the name of this story. Well, enough from me, let's get on with the story. Hope you enjoy it!

Rosalind POV

I think it was fate, that we arrived on the same day. We both arrived in the rain on that dark, stormy night, both wanting to be let in to have a place to stay. We were so similar, and we should have realised it sooner.

However, there was one big difference: she was conscious; I was not.

Before I ended up at Elm Tree House I'd spent hours walking up and down the streets of the town carrying a rucksack. I had no idea what was in it: Dad had packed it for me and told me to leave the house (only just giving me time to pack my most precious possessions), but it was heavy. Really heavy. My feet were ready to give up, as was the rest of my body, and after a long time my head went fuzzy, my vision blurred and I had to sit down, unable to keep walking anymore.

And then I saw him.

I knew he was going to do something bad, but I couldn't get my legs to work. I couldn't get any of me to work. I just had to keep watching as he came closer.

Closer.

Then he grabbed me, and began stripping me of my clothes, before he started to play with me, play with my body, putting his hands where he shouldn't. Then he unzipped his trousers.

It hurt. It hurt so much. But there was nothing I could do to stop him.

Then I had to watch as he tore up my clothes, ripping great holes into my vest and underwear. (Dad had only just finished 'having fun' with me as he called it before he sent me out, and he had only given me them to wear.) I shivered and curled up as the wind blew against my tiny body, and I closed my eyes, wishing for this all to end.

Finally the man got bored with me and laughed before walking off. It was only a few seconds before I drifted into unconsciousness...

Mike POV

I was making my way back to Elm Tree House after having a very lengthy chat with Liam's foster parents, who didn't seem very willing to have him back. It had taken a lot, but finally I'd persuaded them to have him for just one more night, and then decide if they really wanted him to leave.

I sighed: Liam had always been a bit of a trouble maker, but he'd never hurt anybody. I was still thinking about how I might be able to persuade Liam's foster parents again if need be when I nearly fell over a rucksack, and a pile of rocks.

"Strange," I said to myself. "Why would somebody..." I stopped as I realised exactly why they were there.

A little girl, only about four or five, was lying on the pavement, with a vest and underwear, both ripped, lying beside her. Immediately I took my coat off, even though it was quite a cold night, and wrapped it around her. I then lifted her and the rucksack up (after making sure there were no rocks in there anymore) and carried her to Elm Tree House: the paperwork and social workers could wait until the morning.

When we got to Elm Tree House, I opened the door and went in as quietly as possible, assuming that everyone would be in bed. However, as I came into the hallway and put the rucksack down, Gina came down the stairs, followed by...

"Tracy?" I asked, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Who's that?" asked Tracy, ignoring my question.

"I don't know," I said. "I found her in the street, so I thought I'd bring her here. She needs somewhere to stay the night."

"Should we take her upstairs?" asked Gina. "Come on, I'll come with you."

Just then the girl began to wake up, and she looked straight at me.

"No, get off me, please!" she said, obviously panicking, her eyes wide with fear. "Please."

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," I said, smiling at her.

"Please, just put me down," she said, near tears. "Please!"

I looked to Gina, who nodded, before I carefully put the girl down. She pulled my coat tight around herself, then looked around, before she made a run for it, heading towards the kitchen.

I set off after her, knowing I needed to show her that she was safe here.

Rosalind POV

As soon as the man put me down I began to run. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew that I had to get away.

I had learnt a long time ago that the only person I could trust was myself.

Just after I passed a doorway, I heard the man come running after me. I sped up, even though I had no energy left, because I knew I had to get away.

I then came to some steps. I managed the first set alright, but rounding the corner I lost my footing and tumbled down into the next room.

As I lay on the floor I began to panic. I didn't have any energy left to get up and run, so the man was going to catch up with me soon.

All I could do was curl up in a ball and hope he wouldn't hurt me too much.

Mike POV

Just as I stood at the top of the stairs that went into the kitchen I heard a crash. My instincts told me to run down and see what had happened, but my head told me that with how the girl had been acting that that probably wasn't the best idea.

I slowly walked down the first set of stairs, then I stood at the top of the second set, my heart breaking.

Rosalind POV

I felt my heart beat faster and harder when I saw the man at the top of the stairs. I still didn't trust him, and I had no idea what he was going to do with me.

"Please don't hurt me," I said weakly. "Please."

I watched as he slowly came down the stairs and knelt beside me.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "I would never hurt a child."

I nodded, although I still didn't trust him.

"Do you want to come upstairs with me?" he asked, holding out his hand.

I quickly shook my head.

"Would you just walk with me, without me touching you? he asked.

I was wondering what to do when a woman came and stood at the top of the stairs.

"Mike?" she said. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just trying to get her to come upstairs with me," he said.

"Do you want me to try?" she asked, coming down the stairs.

The man, who I now assumed was Mike, shrugged his shoulders. "You can if you want."

The woman came and knelt beside me like Mike was, and smiled at me.

"Do you want to come upstairs so you can go to sleep?" she asked me in a kind voice.

I shook my head.

"Do you want me to bring you some blankets so you can sleep here on the floor?" asked Mike, suddenly having an idea.

I nodded.

Mike smiled. "I'll just go and get them." He got up and then looked at the woman. "Tracy, are you alright to stay here?"

The woman, who I now knew was Tracy, nodded.

"I'll be right back," said Mike, and then he was gone.

"When Mike comes back, do you want me to get you something to wear?" asked Tracy.

I nodded.

"OK," said Tracy. "I'm not sure it will fit perfectly, but it will be more comfortable than the coat."

Just then Mike came back.

"I'll be back in a second," said Tracy, before she left the room.

"Right," said Mike, holding up some blankets. "I thought we could put you in the laundry room" he gestured to a door "so you won't be disturbed."

I nodded.

"Come on then," said Mike.

I got up and followed Mike to the laundry room where he laid some blankets on the floor.

"Right, do you want to lie on that lot," he said, "and then I'll put this on top of you."

Just then Tracy came into the room. "I've got this," she said, holding up a vest top. "I can make it fit nicely if you want."

I nodded. "Yes please." I then looked to Mike.

"Mike, could you..." Tracy gestured to the door.

"Yeah, of course," said Mike, leaving the room. "Call me in when you've finished."

"Will do," said Tracy, before she shut the door.

Tracy POV

Once Mike had left I turned my attention to the girl.

"Is it alright if I take this coat?" I asked.

The girl nodded.

I carefully unwrapped the coat from around her, holding in a gasp as I saw all the marks on her body. Immediately I knew what they meant.

She'd been raped.

I fought back the tears as I put the coat on the floor next to her and then picked up the vest.

"Right, if you put your arms up," I said. The girl did as I'd asked and I slipped the vest over her head. As I'd predicted, it hung too low.

"Right, if you let me tie these straps then it should be more comfortable," I said. I reached for the straps, tying a knot in each so that it was the right size.

"Does that feel right?" I asked. It looked right: the vest started just below her neck and ended at her knees.

The girl nodded.

"Is it OK if I get Mike back in here?" I asked.

The girl nodded again.

"Mike," Tracy called through the door. "You can come back in now."

Mike came through the door and smiled when he saw the girl.

"Right, if you lie on those blankets there I'll put this one on you," said Mike.

The girl lay down on the blankets and Mike put his one on top of her.

"Goodnight..." Mike stopped. "What's your name?"

"Rosalind," said the girl quietly. "Rosalind Blossom."

I smiled: it was a beautiful name. "Goodnight, Rosalind."

"Goodnight, Rosalind," said Mike. "I'll come and see you in the morning." He then looked to me. "Come on, Tracy."

I turned and looked at Rosalind one more time before I followed Mike out of the room.

Mike POV

When Tracy and I had left the room I closed the door behind us.

"I'll put a note on there," he said. "I don't want the others disturbing her."

Tracy nodded. "Mike?" There was hesitation and worry in her voice.

"What is it?" I asked.

"When I was dressing Rosalind, well, I saw some marks, and..." Tracy sighed. "She's been raped, Mike. And from the different colours of bruises I'd suggest it's been more than once. A lot more."

I fought back my angry tears. "How could someone do that to a child, let alone one that young?"

Tracy had tears in her eyes as well. "It's sick."

I suddenly remembered the rucksack I'd brought when I'd brought Rosalind here. "Wait here a minute," I said to Tracy. I then went into the hall and came back with the rucksack.

"What's that?" asked Tracy as I began to empty it.

"Rosalind's bag," I said. I took out a soft toy elephant with big ears, a copy of the DVD 'Dumbo' (and then realised who the toy was), a model pony and foal with tack, four toy kangaroo figures, a cot with mattress, pillow, blanket and toy for the youngest kangaroo, and a framed picture of a unicorn made from wool cross stitch.

"Is that all she's got?" asked Tracy.

I nodded, then picked up the soft toy Dumbo. "I'll go and give this to her." I then picked up everything. "I'll give it all to her: she'll want it with her."

Tracy opened the door to the laundry room and I went inside.

"Rosalind?" I said.

There was a mumble.

"I've got your things here," I said. I put Dumbo on her bed, and then the DVD, ponies, kangaroos, cot and picture on the floor.

Rosalind reached for Dumbo and snuggled into him.

I smiled and then left the room, pulling the door shut behind me.

Rosalind POV

As Mike left the room I curled up again, hugging Dumbo close to me. I took his ear in my hand and chewed on it, something I did when I was upset. I used his other ear to run over my face, loving the feel of his softness.

"Goodnight, Dumbo," I said.

I carried on chewing and stroking his ears for a little while, before I fell asleep.

A/N So that was the first chapter, hope you enjoyed it. Please review. :-D

Polyvores that have been added for this chapter:

Series One Characters

Rosalind Blossom

Chapter One

Mike Outfit

Tracy Outfit

Gina Outfit