Hey guys it's me. For those who are reading Start Again, i am not finished with it. Just uninspired at the moment. I had this idea in my head after watching a documentary about the Manson family. This kind of thing has always interested me. I wanna say hi to my sisters, they know who they are. I hope you enjoy. Review if you want more

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Cult

Noun

1.a particular system of religious worship, especially with reference to its rites and ceremonies.

2.an instance of great veneration of a person, ideal, or thing,especially as manifested by a body of admirers: the physical fitnesscult.

3.the objectof such devotion.

4.a group or sect bound together by veneration of the same thing,person, ideal, etc.

5.Sociology . a group having a sacred ideology and a setof ritescentering around their sacred symbols.

Dimitri never knew he would meet her. Rose never knew if anyone truly loved her. Janine never knew where her daughter had gone. Adrian never knew he would see his sister again. Mason never knew his own opinion was important. Dimitri knew that he had a job to do. Rose knew she felt accepted with Alexander and the family. Janine knew she missed Rose. Mason knew he never belonged with Rose. Alexander knew the power he had. This was not good. This is a cautionary tale about a girl who got lost in the world and the people who will take advantage her. But that is not all. This is also a tale of love gained and lost, of friendships long forgotten.

Some people will never know what it feels like to run. I ran from my mother and her boyfriend after putting up with being hit every night for 10 years. My dad was shot outside his bar when I was 7 and a year later mum had a boyfriend. Charles was abusive to me. My mum never saw it. She was always to busy. If I had ever known what he was doing was wrong I would have gotten out earlier. But I didn't I only knew that I was always wrong. Everything I did I was wrong to him and I accepted it. I was 18 when I realized that he shouldn't be doing this. I finally watched a film about a girl getting away from her abusive father and I packed my bag and ran. I left mum a note saying that it wasnt her fault and that I knew she was busy. That was two years ago. I am 20 years old and I wonder what would have happened if I stayed. I ended up in San Francisco after a year of working under the table jobs to get enough money to save up and go and see an old friend. I walked down the dark cold streets in the middle of the night. The rain was pouring down and I felt it drip down the back of my shirt. I walked, only hearing my footsteps pounding on the pavement. I turned around the corner finding myself of a street, but I knew I wasn't alone. I saw a dark figure standing in an alleyway I turned around he would know I saw him and would most likely chase me down. If I walk past him he will pull me into the ally and possibly kill me. I crossed the street and kept walking. I kept my head down and looked at my red chucks. My jeans were worn down and absolutely saturated. I avoided puddles as I continued to walk, nodding the shadow up ahead.

"Hey sweetheart, whats a lovely young thing like you doing out on your own in the rain?" I kept my head down and kept walking. I found my friends street and walked that little bit faster.

"Why the rush sweetheart?" I speed up and kept my head down. I saw her street. I was so close to her place. I could see her blue door and white outside. The houses near her here black or grey, red doors or green doors. Her house stood out and it seemed to be calling my name. I felt a hand grab my waist and pull me towards the shadows.

"Not so fast baby girl. Where do you think you are going?" I screamed out but a hand clamped over my mouth.

"Dont make a sound or I will hurt you" I knew I should fight and scream. This is a very popular street, so many people live here, but the rain will mute my voice to everyone else. I stopped struggling and waited.

"Good girl, now if I move my hand will you not scream?" I nodded my head, confirming that I understood. He let the grip around my waist loosen a little and I decided to SING. Solar Plex, Instep, Nose, Groin. She let me go completely and I ran towards my friends house. I pounded on her door. Please open the door. I heard footsteps behind me.

"You little bitch. You broke my nose." I pounded on the door harder. The door swung open and I launched myself inside. I saw a flash of ginger hair next to me.

"Rose? Rose are you ok?" I was in tears when Hannah sat next to me.

"He tried to hurt me Hannah." She hugged me close and waited until I stopped crying.

"Its ok Rose. He won't hurt you here."

"Thank you for opening the door." We laughed. She stood up and walked over to the phone and called someone.

"Who are you calling?"
"Your mother. She has called me like crazy since you left Rose. Charles was freaking out aswell Rose. You scared so many people." I shot up from my spot on the floor.

"How did they know I was in America?"

"Because they knew you would eventually show up here looking for me. Its been two years since you ran with only a note left behind. You never even said why you left."

"You wouldn't understand." I walked out the door. I slammed it behind me and walked down the street. I made it the corner before she caught up with me.

"What do you mean Rose? What wouldn't I understand?" I turned to face her. Her short ginger hair cut just above her ears clung to her head. I could only guess what my long brown hair looked like. I still had scars from when he used a knife for the first time. My stomach had a mark on it for every time he abused me. A tally that started at my right side and stretched across to the left. I had over 50 lines across my stomach and it was my constant shame.

"Do you want to know something that will shock you. Will make you question if talking to Charles was a good idea? The reason I ran?" She just nodded her head. She looked scared. I pulled up my shirt and showed her the marks. She gasped.

"Why did you do this to your self? Rose, how did you do this?" I looked at her, shocked.

"You think I did this to myself? Charles did this every time he beat me. He almost killed me when he did this. I started to bleed out when he left me on the floor of my room. Did you not notice the blood stain on the floor. Did anyone?" I pulled away and walked off. I found myself in the center of town. I walked past a man handing out flyers. He ran after me.

"Miss? Miss are you ok?" I shook my head. I felt the tears falling down my face. The rain had stopped but I was still damp. The water stopped falling from the sky's but it dripped off my hair.

" My friend thinks I cut myself when it was my mum's boyfriend." He pulled me towards his friend.

"She needs help. Do you think Alexander can help her?" His friend nodded. He had ginger hair, just like Hannah's. The man who pulled me here had black hair. His blue eyes seemed warm and caring, yet still harsh as if he had seen horrible things.

"We are part of The Family. We all live in a community on a farm just outside the city. We were about to pack up and go home. Would you like to come with us?"