Useless.
Ten whip lashes was placed on my back as I tried hard not to let out my screams, they would only make it worse.
Whore.
I was still a virgin, I hadn't even kissed a man but my father would not change his mind that I was a little slut who wouldn't keep her legs closed.
Everyday, since I was 14 it was like this, my father would torture me each time I got home, never letting me get away. The guards were too strong for me to fight past. They ignored my cries when my daily torture was done, my back, arms, and legs covered in more whip marks, burns, and cuts than the night before.
I finally decided just a week before my 20th birthday that I was getting away from here dead or alive. That night, me and my twin brother devised a plan.
As I stuffed clothes into my bags, I froze when the door opened and I whipped around to find my mother, her crystal blue eyes widened in shock before she just sadly smiled and helped with my packing. Never once did she say a word until we were hugging.
"Je t'aime, Ma Colombe."
"Je t'aime aussi, maman." I sobbed before I pulled away as me and Arno escaped into the night, never looking back at the mansion we called hell.
Arno was on his way to the United States, and I was on my way to Korea with the plan of seeing him very soon as soon as our father stopped looking for us. Our 20th birthday had came and passed while we were on the run, not even bothering to celebrate it. We only wanted to be as far away as we could.
A day went by,
Then a week
And then finally, a month had gone by and neither of us was ever found.
I dyed my normal dark brown hair, a much lighter milk chocolate brown color and began to put on more makeup to try and make myself look different. I went from 100lbs to 130Lbs so I wouldn't look so recognizable.
I quickly found a small job at some cafe and began to start at the local college when I got the call that made my heart drop.