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Summary: Viktor Dashkov is married to Janine Hathaway and has two children with her, Eddie and Mason Dashkov. There's also Rosemarie, Janine's bastard child. She's the black sheep in the family, or at least that how Viktor makes her out to be. Rose's life cannot just catch a break, everything is out of balanced and completely fucked up. However, she's not the only victim of Viktor, her two small brothers and mother are abused by him day and night. Rose can't live like that anymore, she plans to put an end to it but how would she exactly?

PROLOGUE

Rose's POV

It was a dark place for me.

Today had been my breaking point.

He had sexually abused me as a young child, and after that he started to emotionally abuse me. Saying things like: worthless whore, stupid bitch, no one can love such a creature, you're stupidity is going to be the end of you. Everything that he said would break me piece by piece. Until I learned to control it, and know that I was none of those things. I was nothing of what he claimed me to be.

I was just his victim.

Now he had finally started physically abusing me. I felt weak, vulnerable. I wanted to scream and yell and throw things, not because he angered me, but because I was mad at myself for letting him do this to me.

I was weak. I had no strength to fight against him, I had tried to defend myself but he went after my face. It was a horrible experience. A traumatizing set of events.

I can still recall him yelling at me about how he was the best step-father I could have asked for but no he was not. He yelled that I was nothing without him. It was a lie, I was worth more than the piece of shit he was, I knew that. It was the only thing that kept me going.

The whole argument had started because of his controlling personality; he always wanted to be right. Thus when I yelled that he was nothing but a worthless man that only abused women, all hell broke loose.

He pulled me by my hair with his free arm, as he was driving, and as soon as I was close enough to him he started abusing my face. In the moment, I felt nothing. I was enraged by his actions and I tried to fight back but it didn't happen. He kept dodging me and getting the best of me of my face, which I failed to cover.

Hit after hit came to my face. I could feel the blood dripping but other than that my face was numbing by the moment.

I yelled for my mother to stop him to do something and not let my little brothers—Mason and Eddie—witness that.

But my mother stood there and did nothing to try to help me. She rather went against me; she started screaming at me to shut up. It was unbelievable.

I always saw my mother as the person who was always going to stop something like that happening to me, because she had been physically abused by him too. However, she did nothing. Nothing.

She let him do what he wanted. Like always.

I wanted to kill him; there was anger inside of me burning. I was infuriated by all his actions. I was a mad woman seeking revenge. And there was nothing I wouldn't do to make him pay all the damage that he had caused me and my family.

My brain had one solely thought: Victor Dashkov had to be killed.

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So this story will be updated everyday, however the chapters would be from 300-600 words. Depending of how busy my days are.