Author Note: So, I kind of bounce between my stories because sometimes I am hit with I absolutely know where this story is going passion. Also, there is some violence so WARNING. So, without further a-do here is Chapter 1.

Chapter 1: Meeting Amelia

Amelia POV:

I was never the child that had everything they ever wanted. In fact, I was never wanted to begin with. You see when my mother got pregnant it was an accident, she never intended to have a child and as such was not thrilled when I came along. It was especially hard because during that time abortion and adoption weren't really an option, even if you're a single woman getting a measly salary.

She wasn't thrilled but at her parents' requests kept me, as they would give her a small allowance every month to ease the burden of having to raise a child. That's not to say they wanted anything to do with me either they simply didn't want the stain that would be brought upon their reputation if their only child had an abortion.

Growing up I learned quickly that my mother was not there to be the caring figure that provided for me. Rather she just wanted to make sure that I didn't starve where she would be left to clean up my mess and that the second I was old enough I would be out of her hair.

My childhood wasn't fun, but it also wasn't the worst case that one would ever see. However, the night I turned 15 everything changed.

You see my mother had decided that I was old enough to be out of her hair. I would be sold off to the highest bidder as a wife. Unfortunately for me, the highest bidder was an older 30-year-old man. He was known to go through wives like one goes through clothes.

When they got to old, they would vanish. The first time it happened many simply assumed the young girl simply ran away from her husband. It wasn't uncommon at the time for girls to flee their older partner in favor of a young buck. After the third or fourth though people started to gossip about the murderous man who killed off his aging partners, so he could marry young once again. The rumors spread but apparently none of them deterred my mother.

I begged and pleaded with my mother to not let the man take me, but she wouldn't listen. She never cared before and she certainly didn't now. All she wanted was for me to be gone.

So, the days came and went and before I knew it I was standing in a horrendous puffy, lace white gown in front a pastor giving my vow to stay by my "husband's" side forever. I could feel the churning in my gut knowing that this would be my last day free, for now I was this man's property.

Time Skip to Bridal Bedding:

Standing in the bedroom seemed surreal. I didn't want to be here with this man. I wanted love and understanding but this man only wanted one thing.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize that he had already come up behind me and begun undoing the strings holding the bodice up.

Jumping away and turning around, "What are you doing?!", I demanded.

"My duty. It is our wedding night after all, and you have a duty to fulfill", a malicious grin accompanied his response. I could feel my heart beginning to beat even faster from the terror that was slowly making it way through my bones.

His advance began again. My whole body was screaming at me to run, so that's exactly what I did. When he got close enough I shoved him onto the floor with all my might before I ran for the bedroom door.

I was almost there when my ankle got caught on something and I came crashing down to the unforgiving ground. In a panic I looked towards my foot, only to feel my blood turn cold as I saw his face. He had a small cut on his head that was slowly dripping red down his face in a thin stream. His face once holding excitement for his conquer now held rage. Rage that was aimed at me.

"Your going to regret that girly," the smile never left his face as he slowly dragged me back to him. He began tearing at the dress now. Viciously trying to rip it from my body. Even though my mind screamed to try to escape my limbs would not cooperate. I was frozen in fear of what was to come. Before I could even try to force movement from my body he continued talking "I was going to try to make it a nice night. Maybe even let you have some fun…but now I'm going to make sure you know your place."

"HELP!" The scream seemed to escape my mouth before I could even think to scream. Once one escaped it seemed everything else did. The tears began to roll down my face, first one drop at a time before turning into a waterfall of never ending cries. Then the pleas came as I promised to be obedient.

I could see the anger building again as my cries continued to escape my lips. Before I knew it, my head was turned to side and a stinging pain began in my right cheek. He had backhanded me. He leaned down and with a whisper told me to "Be quiet and it would be over before I knew it."

His words had the opposite effect on me as I began crying louder. His anger became louder too. He already had my clothes off and was fondling me, but it only made me cry more. With the anger came the abuse. He would punch me, but when that wouldn't shut me up he wrapped his hands around my throat.

The world was turning dark and all I could think was that there must be a better place than this. I believe there is. Maybe I can go there now. Right before the darkness consumed me Is saw the silhouette of a man…no that's not right, a boy. Then it all went dark.