Just a note:

Ok she doesn't know who she is, and she thinks she is human so she has all these human things and ages she says- so bare with me as she has been lied to (just in case your confused when she says she was eleven, fifteen, or turning eighteen) ok p.s. love reviews :P

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I opened my eyes, it was darkness all around. My hand reached out to the 'surface' of which I was lying on. It felt soft under my fingers, like a bed. My legs swung of the bed and I stood up. I could just make out the tiny cracks of light coming from the closed door. Once I reached the door my hand scanned the walls in search of a light switch. I then felt the cold plastic and the raised switch, and as I switched it on the light burned my eyes.

I suddenly remembered the burning hot chocolate on my leg, but I noticed as I looked down I wasn't wearing the clothes I was last in. I looked around the unfamiliar room at first scared at where I was. But as the familiar colored walls came into sight I relaxed a little. Jacob. I was still at Jacobs. But why was I now in a very large baggy T-shirt- It was almost down to my knees- it smelt woodsy and fresh. I took me a while to remember my discoloured skin.

I ran over to the mirror that was on the wall, I pealed up the t-shirt and then saw that the marks were still there. An artists pallet of yellows, greens, blues, violets. Even the marks on my neck were visible from the lack of a turtle neck. Who ever dressed me? would have seen these marks. My hands flew to my face as I held my mouth shut. I wanted to cry but not because they know, but because I am glad they know- this is what I want- but .............Ben. They can't know because of Ben. He would be taken away from me, lost forever in the care system. I can't lose him. Not after the loss of so many people in my life.

He is my rock, what keeps me still breathing.

I could hear voices outside the door, I've always had good hearing and eyesight for that matter, my mother and I had a bet. If she was ever able to creep up on me I would have to by her ice cream, but seeing as I was so good I was the one who always received ice cream every Saturday. I miss that.

"Shit" I almost shouted, but I cupped my mouth with my hand. My uncle. He's going to flip. What time is it?Before I had time to look for a clock there was a knock on the door. I stood frozen just staring at it. Was I suppose to say something? I just stayed stood in silence. I felt bare, I wanted to cover my legs- force of emotional confidence, what with....my uncle. My stomach churns sickly at the thought of him. Every time a single thought involving him its like I want to vomit, but I never do. Just feel the nausea- because half the time my stomach is empty. Not because he refuses to feed me. No. That's the one thing that surprised me at first. After the first rape.

Flashback

Tears were flowing down my face. Today had been such a long day, the day of my parents funeral. But also the day that the paperwork of mine and Ben's placement had finally been completed. We were living with my uncle- his name is Derek but he asked us to call him uncle?- I've never really seen him before.

Only once before at my parents anniversary party, before Ben's birth. I remember him chatting up a lot of the girls, I was only eleven. He sat at the bar most of the night, drinking shots. The only movement he made was when he was asked to pose in a family picture. He stumbled over slightly tispy. The photographer wanted me to sit on someones lap, it was either my grandad or my uncle.

My uncle gladly said he would have me. "Come on honey" he said, "Come to your uncle, gosh haven't you grown. Its been such a long time Sue" he directed at my mother- his sister- I gladly went over. Taken back by his friendliness, I hadn't spoken to him before. So my waryness was not present. He is family. I told myself, Whats the worst he could do?

It was only now as I sat on the edge of my bed hearing him knock on my door for the first time how wrong I had been to ignore what he did to me, while sitting on his lap. As I watched him enter my room, and sit next to me on the bed I was clueless. But as he wrapped his arm around my sobbing shoulders and with his other hand he reached down my bag towards my bottom did the memory only flash to me.

I had walked over and sat on his lap. "Hello" I said, he smiled and wrapped one arm around my waist. That felt fine, just like if you sat on Santa's lap at Christmas. But then I felt a finger touch my underwear under my skirt. It shocked me so much, because I hadn't even notice his arm move. It wasn't doing anything, it was just resting there. I brushed it off, looking around at my parents. I thought it was nothing as they had looked at us and smiled, I put it down to him just holding me while taking the picture. Because he had acted so normal.

But now four years later now laying on the bed he had for me, my stomach turned. I froze in shock, he peeled back the black shirt I had worn reveling my bra. One of his arms slid under me and he pulled me up while his other hand ripped the shirt from my arms. He flung it on the floor. It was now that I regretted the nice underwear I had begged my mother for- three days before the accident for- it was now used against me in turning on my rapist uncle. His face smiled a evil grin, as he watched my body. Both of his arms held down my arms- at my side, bent at the elbow with my hands near my head- one hand quickly tugged on my underwear and before I could realise it was on the floor, he hacked my skirt up and just looked at me for a moment more.

I hated the fact that I was almost fully grown, I had always been a early developer- or so my mum used to joke- so I hated the fact that now aged fifteen I was fully developed in those areas...

I wanted my parents, why did they have to die? It hurt so bad the first time he entered me. He pushed through my flesh, I felt like I was being torn. The bed creaked from every penetration, but it was the only thing I could focus on. The first time, I closed my eyes. Picturing that the creaking was from a swing, a swing which my mother and father were pushing. My limbs were already weak, so I couldn't fight him off. But it was now that I wished that I had died with them.

When he left the room with out saying a word, I rushed over to the closed door and pulled my chair infront of it. I felt back on to the bed and the tears just pored out of my eyes. I was only fifteen, Ben was one years old and sound asleep in the next room. I took the bed sheets in my teeth and bit hard trying to sound out the sobs.

This was the first time I hated my parents. I hated them for dying, for leaving me here.

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"Daisy?.....Daisy." I heard someone call, "Sam" I tuned back into the room when I heard the shuffle off feet. When I looked at the door, the woman Emily was standing there. The man she called - Sam- was approaching. "I keep calling her but she...its like she's unresponsive"

"I" I quickly said, tugging down on the T-shirt, it felt uncomfortable having Sam- a male- seeing me in this, my legs bare. He saw this and stepped sideways so that he was out of view. Emily was still stood there, she looked at me with those-Im sorry eyes- I watched her carefully as she walked into the room and from a draw pulled out some males sweatpants.

"Here you go honey" her arm extended and she held them out to me. I didn't move.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked her.

"They are in the wash," she replied.

"Who....who dressed me?"

"It was me, you felt so warm and the hot chocolate was all over your clothes. So I put you in new clothes, the boys never saw but your skin......" she trailed off looking at me. Sam cleared his throat and Emily said, "decent"- she was talking about me. "Now" she said, turning back to me. "Why don't you come into the seating area and we can...have a little talk" she said.

A talk? oh great she wants to talk about the bruises. Shit, shit, shit. What the hell can I say, sure I want this to end, to stop but I can't lose my brother just one more year and I will be eighteen and I can leave him, take ben and run.

"Talk about what?" I said, trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal. She just looked at me and let out a sigh.

"The bruises honey" Emily said

"These" I pointed to the bruises on my arms, " I......I" shit think of something.....car crash?- No how would you explain the strangling marks.."My boy friend, back in Chicargo did this. Its why we moved here to get a fresh start" I hoped she didn't know that I was lying, I never was a good lier.

All she said was "Oh, Well then. Maybe I should call your uncle?" shit no!

"I don't want to upset him further" yeah f**king right, "he was gutted that he missed what my boyfriend was doing to me, that he was distraught. So I would hate for you to bring it up again. He is only getting over it" I was lying through my teeth and I hated it. She was so kind, being so kind. I felt like I could stay here forever but the realisation was kicking in, I needed to go..fast.

"With that in mind I really should go. I've got to go and baby sit my brother so..." Baby sit, yeah right got to go and feed him then go to my job- restaurant-

"Of course." She said.

"Is it ok If I have my clothes. I can dry them at home, and can I borrow these" I said tugging at the t-shirt.

"Yes, let me just go and get them. Sam will drop you off home with the shopping ok" I can't arrive home, with a boy driving me......

"Sure...I mean great thanks" she left the room and headed for the kitchen. I followed and Sam did too.

"Where's Jake?" I asked Sam.

"Oh....he had to go, erm....... but he said that he was sorry that he had to leave you here" oh my heart sank a little, not that I didn't feel safe here with Sam or Emily but with Jacob its different.......

I managed to get Sam to park a road away from my house- not telling him of course, just pointing at the nearest house saying its ours- he offered to carry the shopping but I said that my uncle will be upset with my lateness so its not best for me to show up with a boy, he may flip especially with the ex boy friend story. He let me go and drove off, I think with out a problem. In one hand I had the shopping and in the other my wet clothes.

I creeped up to the house and ducked in the bushes, I changed into my wet clothes, and stuffed Jacob's into the bottom of the shopping bag- no matter if Im beaten for being late he never looks in the shopping always making me do it, after every beating, or rape, or molest or verbal abuse...

I actually still didn't know what time it was and as I walked towards the door it was then I noticed that the sky was turning black. I put the key in the door and opened it facing more darkness. There were no lights on..how strange? Suddenly large hands grabbed my arms and flung me forwards. The shopping bag bashed on the floor and myself hit the hard tiles of the kitchen- I had been flung all the way through the hall to the kitchen-. My forehead cracked on the tiles.

A booming voice broke the silence followed by Bens cries. As I looked to my right I could see him in a play pen in the shimmer of the moon light crying his eyes out. Either from the sudden shock of shouting or him seeing his sister crumpled on the floor. "Its ok Ben" I called out, realising I shouldn't have said anything.

"Ok. Is that what you call losing a job you never turned up for!" I could hear his feet stomping on the floor as he grew closer. My breathing stopped, listening. "Answer me" he screamed. I was confused, was I that late? "Out all day and night, gallivanting around."

"Im sorry" I cried out. I hated apologising to him. But I wanted to be as quick as possible, to get to Ben. He was so distressed and it was wounding my heart. My breath was knocked out of me as a huge weight fell on top of my back. I was forced further into the tiles of the floor, the groves digging deep into my face. His fist grasped my hair and he pulled hard back.

"You lost me money. I got that job for you and this is what you do" he screamed louder in my ear. A weird smashing sound entered the room, and the weight was suddenly lifted from my body. Dazed and hurt I flipped myself over, I was sure I was seeing things.

A large flash of fur past the dark kitchen, it was only when I heard a growl when I realised what it was. Still on the floor I backed my way towards Ben. My breathing very heavy. Some kind of a creature- dog? wolf- grizzly- was in my kitchen, I couldn't give a shit about my uncle- but Ben. I heard a second growl fill the house, the first animal had moved further into the hall, possibly the lounge but the second animal was entering the kitchen. I could hear the glass crunch and it crept over it. A lump filled my throat, My head wall across from the play pen. It was then as I began to get to my feet when I saw it.

The moonlight hit the dark eyes, they were staring at me. The fur brown, moved in the breeze from the broken glass backdoor, its tongue hung out of its mouth and its teeth were visible. I just stayed frozen, in my kind of half crouching position. It moved closer but took the route closest to Ben, a shock thought crept into my brain. Its going for Ben. As it edged closer a scream shot from my throat "Nooo" I jumped in front of Ben, shielding him. But when my eyes adjusted to the darkness again- after moving- I saw that the bloody big wolf? had stopped. It was still staring at me at us.

My hands reached down very slowly, Ben was still crying. I held him close to my body as I started backing away again. I was just out of the kitchen when I turned around and saw two more big dark eyes. A uncontrolled scream flowed from my mouth and my heart started racing, with out thinking I ran from the face towards the open door. Once I reached the porch I looked back to see if I was being chased when I bumped into something.

"Whoa, slow down its ok" When I turned around, I noticed that I was shaking. "Your safe now" safe, so he knew about the wolves. But then I saw a police car drive away and in the back was my uncle....but how?

"What" I croaked out though my quivering lips. The police officer removed his jacket and wrapped it around me, as he did this he called out. "Oh look at that, we need a medic here. Lou?"

"Right on it boss" someone called back. Ben had settled down a little, and was nestling deep in my shoulder. I figured out he was talking about my face, I could taste the blood on my lips.

"How did you get....." I said, trailing off.

"Well" He said, pulling me down to sit on the near by bench. My legs gave way easily. "We got a call saying a suspected abuse call" Emily?, "and we came to check it out, when he was running out of the door. So we got him and then checked on you" he smiled, and wrapped a blanket over me- which he had jsut been handed by Lou- over his police Jacket. I pulled it closer over Ben.

"The wolves" I said.

He looked at me strange, "Wolves?" He repeated.

"Nothing" it was weird, the more I thought about it the more it made less sense. The wolves had burst through the door, breaking the glass. Then Derek was off me quick but I couldn't feel him getting up it was almost like he had been lifted off? and that one wolve- the brown one- who stopped when it almost realised I was scared? I shook my head, its just from the shock, wolves can't.....................

The medic had just left us, he put some plasters on my head saying they were superfisial and even though he wanted me to go to the hospital- I begged him not to- he said I was safe not to. He was now talking to the police officer- the one who gave me his coat. I peeled back the blanket and looked at the name tag.

Swan It read...................

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Hey tell me your thoughts of this, I apologise for grammar or spelling mistakes I do try but it is my weak point- so I am aware no need to be told :P I thought this was running long, so I cut it after charlie was introduced but more to come. I do need reviews to carry on- so if you like it speak up. did this cause got three...