A/N: I haven't decided on the length of this story yet. It can either way be a long or short story. My first FSOG FF! Excited to share it with you, hope you like it!

Prologue

''Christian look what I got for us.'' Madeline whispered to her brother in the dark as she held up a peace of bread. As she went and threw the trash out, a old lady gave the small piece of bread to her.

''We can't eat it. He will know.'' Christian told his sister as he rocked back and forward. His arms were wrapped around his knees as he was staring at the bread. He was terribly hungry and both knew it.

''So? What will he do? Beat us again? Nothing knew.'' Madeline shook her head and bit into the bread. She closed her eyes and chewed on it slowly. After she was finished she let out a deep sigh and handed it to her brother.

''How does it taste?'' Christian asked, anxious to know.

''Good.'' Madeline grinned. Christian couldn't control himself anymore and grabbed the bread. He ripped out a piece for his sister and ate the rest in an enormous speed. He was still hungry, but that was the first time he ate in days.

Suddenly the siblings heard a door open. Footsteps were coming closer to the small room where they were hiding in. It wasn't even a room. Her was all the trash and other useless things and the pimp nor their mother ever got the idea to come into this room, which is why they were in here.

Christian took his sisters hand and moved her behind him.

''Christian don't treat me like a baby!'' Madeline moaned, trying to get next to him but he was stronger than her.

''No. Stay behind me.'' He ordered, his eyes glued to the door. The person stopped in front of the room and both Madeline and Christian held their breaths, hoping it wouldn't be the pimp. The door slowly opened and Madeline's heart began to race rapidly in her chest.

The door opened and their mother was standing in the door frame. She looked confused down to her children and then smiled like a fool. She was drunk. Her clothes were ripped and there was blood streaming down her left arm.

''Mommy!'' Madeline exclaimed and rushed to her Mom's side. She wrapped her arms around her mother's legs and pressed her cheek against them.

''Get off me!'' Ella roared and pushed her daughter away. Christian was still on the floor, looking up at his drunk mother. Madeline fell onto the floor and tears started to stream down her face.

''Mommy you're hurt. I just want to help.'' Madeline said and got up, approaching her mother again. She grabbed Ella's wounded arm.

''Christ Maddie get away from me.'' Ella told her daughter annoyed.

Christian stood up and examined his mother's arm with his sister.

''He did this to you, am I right?!'' Christian hissed through gritted teeth.

''That is none of your fucking business. Why are you two in here anyways?!'' Ella snapped and stumbled forward. She tripped and fell onto the ground.

The siblings quickly bent down and hovered around their mother. They knew it wasn't her that was talking. It were the drugs and the alcohol she drank. Usually she is softer with them and only harsh when the pimp is there. But seeing their mother like this, everyday became unbearable for the siblings. They both loved their mother besides everything she did and how she acts. She was their mother after all.

''Mommy you should sleep.'' Madeline whispered as she brushed her mother's hair back.

''Yes, you'll feel better afterward.'' Christian agreed. He grabbed his shirt and tore it apart. He knew he needed to stop the bleeding a bit, so he wrapped a torn piece of his shirt around her arm.

''I.. Am very lu-ck-y.'' Ella murmured before she drifted into sleep.

Christian and Madeline took turns in sleeping. They wanted to protect their mother and didn't want to fall asleep at first. But as time passed, they got tired. One would sleep for about half an hour and the they'd change. They were used to this, their mother was never clear, but some days when they were lucky their mother could sleep for a bit and once she has woken up, some of the alcohol was out of her system. Though that didn't happen often. The pimp came a lot.

''Where are you fucking slut?!'' The pimp yelled through the house. Christian and Madeline immediately shot up and their mother woke up too. She had a terrible headache and rubbed her head. Madeline started to shake and grabbed her brothers hand.

''You two, stay here. I'll handle him.'' Ella said to her children as she struggled to get up.

''No Mommy, he will hurt you again.'' Christian whispered, looking at his mother. She looked weak Very weak. Just like them.

The door flew open once again and there he stood. Vincent. Or the pimp as Christian likes to call him.

''Did I interrupt a family moment?'' Vincent asked, he rubbed his chin.

''Vincent, please.'' Ella pleaded, knowing what he'd do. She rushed to his side and he pushed her away.

''Get the fuck off.'' He shouted fiercely. ''You know, you've become .. Old. I need something more... new.''

None of the three knew what he was meaning. Ella wasn't old at all. She war beautiful and in her mid twenties. Only the drugs made her look fucked up. Madeline looked just like a younger version of her mother.

"What d-do y-you mean?" Ella stuttered.

"Stay here with your bastard of a son. I'll take your daughter. My daughter." He grinned down at Madeline.

Madeline gasped. No this was not true. The pimp coudn't be her father! She had the same as Christian. She knew it. No. No. No.

"You are not my father!" Madeline shouted, tears streaming down her face.

For that she earned a slap from Vincent.

"Don't touch her!" Christian yelled and rushed to his sister. He didn't believe him. He was always lying.

Ella watched the scene silently. Staring at her children, then back at Vincent. It was an accident. She didn't know how it happened, but it did. Ella never told her daughter of it. Why would she? Tell her daughter that the one who has been abusing her for years is her father? Vincent did not know of his paternalty until yesterday. He beat the shit out of her and left her. Telling her he'd get Madeline.

"Watch your language you son of a bitch. Madeline, come now." Vincent ordered. No one moved. Vincent smiled and grabbed Madeline's hair. He threw her over his shoulder. Christian tried to pull her back, but he was too weak.

"Nooo! Let me go! Mommy! Christian!" Madeline screamed her lungs out.

Christian wanted to run after them. And save his baby sister, but his mother tucked him back. She just shook her head and Christian could have sworn he saw a tear in her eyes.

Next chapter will be in Christian's POV. And he'll be 27 just like in the books. And not to confuse anyone.. Ana is NOT Christians sister. She will simply lead him to her.