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Prologue
"I'm coming," I said as James called for his dinner. I walked to the den slowly so I wouldn't trip and placed his dinner on the table in front of the T.V.
"It's late," he stated with a grim frown and an evil look in his eye.
I began to apologize before he could lift his arm. "I'm sorry! I had to finish the laundry and forgot-" He interrupted me with a quick blow to my face.
"Get it to me on time next time."
I nodded quickly and silently. I was too afraid to give him a verbal answer. This seemed enough for him and he waved me out the door and began to eat.
James was a quiet man. His friends labeled him, 'The Silent Attacker' as he said very little and gave his blows quickly, before you noticed they were to come. He was charismatic, although silent, and a simple look from his eyes could bring you in. That's how he met his last few wives. Their ashes were all sprinkled over the Pacific Ocean. They were always rich, gullible, and afraid - like I am. He beat and raped them until they took their own lives or sometimes, if he got bored, killed them. When they died, he received a large insurance check that he spent to relocate, and then invested the rest to earn more millions. He always took me with him, having only adopted me to use as a slave.
This time, he took us to the cold, dreary town of Forks Washington. Located on the Olympic Peninsula, Forks was a small town. Less than 3,000 people resided there. It was a sad little town with typically poor families and the occasional bored rich guy seeking to fly under the radar of law enforcement for a few years.
James Durow was the man that I called my adoptive father. My biological parents, people whom I vaguely remembered to be named Charlie and Renee, had left me in an orphanage when I was five. They were both twenty-two at the time, having had me at the tender age of seventeen. They had tried the 'happily married with a young child' thing for a few years when they decided it was too much. They opted to give me up for adoption so they could take time to rework their marriage before it ended due to the stress of their child. I hoped they were happy somewhere hopefully with another child to make them happy. I didn't resent them. I understand why they did what they did.
I sighed happily as I washed the dishes. I was pulled from my reverie as the front door was flung open. There was Victoria, James' girlfriend. Don't get me wrong, he was married; his wife was at work now. She was at work often and was home infrequently. Victoria was his - for lack of a better word - whore. She was the girl who knew what he did and why he did it, but stayed with him anyway and shared the cash.
She greeted me with a cold glare, then sat in his lap.
They started making out and when she unbuttoned her shirt, I looked away in disgust. He laughed. I looked back at them and he was fishing some bills from her back pocket. She stopped kissing him, took the bills and slapped him on the back of the head. He laughed and they began to kiss again. He stood and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he steered them in the direction of his bedroom. I gagged.
When the door was closed, I let out a sigh and finished my chores.
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