Chapter 1 My life

(Willow's POV)

My name is Willow Reed. I am four years old and I want to die. My mother died when I was two months old in a car crash. My father died when I was three from two bullet shots to the lungs. He worked at a bank and robbers came and stole money, he tried to stop them but they killed him. I was sent to live with my uncle. He is not a very nice man. I would tremble in fear every time he was near me. He hated me. He was living hell. He brought home women and if he didn't he was still drunk. Every night he would hit me, kick me, or cut me. My back was a mess of belt and knife marks. I always had bruises. Sometimes the beating were worst and sometimes if I was lucky, he would pass out before he hit me. He always said.

"Pain makes you stronger. This is for your own good, when you're older the world won't crush you like a bug because I prepared you for it."

I knew it wasn't true, but were my parents the only people in the world not like that. Maybe everyone else's parents were like that too.

My days were filled with numbness and unbearable pain. Filled with emotions I had never known existed. Filled with an emptiness that was so hollow , I was a walking dead person. The endless amount of sleepless nights became a ritual in my twisted schedule. The daily confusion and absolute loss that consumed me is indescribable. This torturous hell was my life as I had come to know it.

The door slammed open and Kevin came in walking, swaying a bit. I curled myself into a ball, terrified. He smiled.

"Well, look who's here. The little bitch. Are you happy to see me. Well nobody else is!" He roared.

He unbuckled his belt, pulled me to my feet and hit me hard. I screamed into his hand which was covering my mouth.

Wack. Wack. Wack. The pain was horrible. I heard the sound of leather against skin every time. I trembled in pain, fear and agony making my body tremble even more.

I passed out moments later.

I remembered the men Kevin brought home, starting when I was 3. Their dirty sandpaper hands rubbing me in the most secret places. They would laugh and start drinking.

I remember one of the worst nights of my life.

Kevin came home, barging through the front door and slamming it behind him. With one hand the things on the dinning room table goes flying to the floor. He picks me up by the throat and uses his other hand to rip off my dress and underwear. He grabs me hair and pins me to the table with me screaming at him. I scream so much I begin to hyperventilate, when I start breathing properly, my vision comes back. I wish it hadn't. I see him unbuckling his zipper to his jeans and pulling down his underwear. He grabs my legs and forces them apart. I fell a horrible pain in my lower area and I tried fighting but it only made him go in harder. I feel a weird sensation in my stomach. That was the last thing I remember before going dark.

He grinned at me.

"Awake I see. Well lets have some fun."

I scrambled to the side so he hit the wall instead of me. I couldn't more fast or far because of the pain in my back. It felt like it was on fire or like I didn't have one. Like they'd cut it off. He turned on me and screamed in rage.

"YOU BITCH! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

He grabbed a steak knife and plunged it through my stomach. I screamed in agony. I fell to the floor and grabbed my stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. The door burst open and a neighbor ran in. He starred. Another few people came in after him. One started calling 911 and two men tackled Kevin to the floor. My breathing was uneven and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was dying.


(Rosalie's POV)

I was helping my father at the hospital were Bella was after she had tried to kill herself, when someone called. It was the emergency phone. I ran and picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Help. There's A four year old girl bleeding to death from a knife wound!"

My eyes widened. A four year old!

"Carlisle!" I screamed. My whole family was here in vampire speed time.

"What!?" He asked alarmed.

"There'sagirlthatgotstabbedandshe'llbehereintwominutes!"(There's a girl that got stabbed and she'll be here in two minutes.) I yelled. He ran from the room getting ready for her. She was four. The poor child. I stared dry crying. Emmett came to me and held me.

"Hey babe. You're okay. What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked me.

"She-sh-she's four!" I cried.

Emmett looked studded.

"She's four years old?" He asked. I nodded.

"What sick basterd would do that to a kid?" He spat angry.

"Why do you say another person did it?" I asked.

"Would a kid try to kill herself at the age of four?"

"No." I understood. Some other person had did it.

The doors burst open and paramedics wheeled the girl in.

She was a really cute kid but...

Her t-shirt was soaked in blood and her hair had blood in it. There was a large cut that was jagged on he right cheek. The stretcher was covered in blood and I saw one of her shoulders. A red belt mark had torn her skin. Fury kicked in. I was seeing red. I let out a growl. Emmett held me close so I couldn't go rip the persons head off, who did this. I felt a fierce drive to protect this child. It was a motherly instinct.


(Willow's POV)

I woke to blinding lights. Maybe I was in heaven. I opened my eyes. I lay in a bed. No. I wasn't in heaven and now Kevin will hurt me again. Maybe rap me. I sighed. I looked around the room. The door opened and a beautiful woman came in. She looked like my mommy. My mom had said that women were much nicer than men. And this woman felt save. Maybe she could protect me. But I didn't want her getting hurt either. She had no belt, which I was grateful for. A belt right now...oh I don't know what I'd do. I tried to move a bit and sopped. My back still felt like it was on fire, my side ached and my stomach hurt a lot. She smiled and walked over to my bed.

"Hello sweetie, I'm Rosalie. What's your name?" She asked softly. She looked to be a gentle person.

"W-w-w-wil-Willow." I said in a small voice.

"Willow. That's a really nice name."

"Thank you." I said, still in a small quiet voice.

"Well willow you're in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?" Uh, ya. Kind of hard to forget getting stabbed.

"Yes."

She looked sad. She smiled gently.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"He said not to tell anyone."

"Who did?"

"Uncle Kevin."

"Do you know what your last name is?"

"Reed. But that's not his last name." She looked concerned.

"Do you know what his last name is?"

"Brown. Kevin Brown."

She smiled at me.

"Thank you, Willow."

I tried smiling at her. It was a sad smile, but she seemed to appreciate it.

My eyes started to drop. The last thing I saw was her smiling a me.

End of chapter one. Other chapters will have less detail on abuse. Go to my profile to check out my poll. Please review or/and like.