Hey all. I just want to say a big thx to the six ppl who reviewed! Than all the people who put my story on alert. OMG! Well i better put a Disclaimer up. I don't own anything in this, except for the plot line and anything i make up. Have fun reading and tell me what ya all think.
Just to say. There is a reason it is M. Abuse.
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Rain again. It rains everyday. But t least no one can see through the rain soaked windows. I can draw the blinds today; go outside for a few minutes to get the letters. Apparently there is a new family in this dreary town. Who would want to live here? I know I don't, but I am not given a choice.
"Get your arse in here, you ungrateful little twit." A voice boomed around the house. Charlie was home. The chief of police of this horrible place. Renee would be home in an hour, an interior designer. Dinner was in the oven roasting as I ran down the stairs. Nearly at the bottom I step on my to big sweats. I don't make a noise as I fall, twisting around so as I don't hit my head. My hip makes contact with the hard floor and I hear a gasp. Ow god, that was me. Not good.
"Sluts like you don't deserve to live." Comes from above me as I struggle of the floor. This is not alcohol in his breath, but anger takes over him. Picking me up by my throat he through me, my back some how landing on the couch. Well that saved me one bruise, but earned me another. "So that's what you want. I told Renee we should have just sold you to a whore house." He starts to walk over, so I shut my eyes. I learnt many years ago not to stop them, make a sound. Everything gets worse if you do. Two years ago a little… ritual, I guess you could call it, started for Charlie. See, I grew. My hips got wider, and curves filled in. My breasts grew and I lost that child fat. Not that I really had any.
I bite my lip to hold back a scream as my pants are ripped from me. Trying to pull away as my undies went too. Something metal clunks on the floor. Startled my eyes fly open, narrowing in on the bullet holder to his gun, discarded. His tie goes around my arms as I start to squirm. A sharp pull of the tie downwards makes me arch my back, pushing my chest towards him, just to stop the pain. The feel of metal slips inside me as I lose sight of the gun. The movement of it are rough and sharp as it bangs against my walls. I shriek in pain.
"Just loosening you up." Charlies voice sounds again, sarcasm coated thick. "Not that you need it you slut." The gun is suddenly replaced and a searing heat goes through me, burning my alive. There is no steady rhythm, just continuous thrusts and pulls, trying to take me further. Hands cup my chest, but they are not tender.
A swift knock on the door stops everything, the tie removed. Struggling to move of the couch, I gather my clothes n my hands. Saved by the knock. Rushing to the staircase I slip into the closet. My home. My room. A muffled sound starts to become clearer as I lock the door. "Sorry we couldn't bring the whole family, but they were to tired after their day at their new school." A young woman's voice floats around softly. School. I have heard of that place. A place where you are lucky enough to learn, and read, and write. Apparently people my age are luck and they go five times a week!
"Well it is my pleasure to have you over for dinner. What are you children's names?" Comes from Renee, she must have just got home, going through the back door. Wanting to be the perfect housewife. Sitting down on the child sized bed I listen in on the conversation.
"This is Alice, Edward and Emmett. We have adopted our children. The other two are my wife's sister's twins, but she died. I apologize for the absence. Do you have any kids?" A male voice asked. Do they have any kids? No will be their answer, because I am a mistake. Not meant to be, not wanted. The conversation goes on, dinner gets served. I just made enough for the guests, not knowing they where coming. No dinner for me tonight. I clean up the mess that is me. Dipping a dirty towel in a bucket of murky water. The only way I wash, unless I can go out into the rain. When I cannot hold any longer, and the noise is loud out the door, I move another bucket from under my bed. The toilet.
The noise quietens down as I hear the footsteps go into the living room. The coast is clear. I have jobs to do, and it is already ten! The one other thing in my room. A small clock to make sure I am never late for an errand. Unlocking the door I am silent. Slipping open the door I walk through, only needing a crack. Looking around the kitchens a mess, dishes all over the dining table. There are no food scrapes; my stomach doesn't care. I am used to not eating for days at a time. My body could be seen as anorexic, but its more… malnutrition.
I creep across the kitchen, keeping to the shadows. I need to get to Port Anglese. So far away, two hour drive. Patting my pockets I feel a key, rusted and a note, fifty dollars. How did I get fifty dollars you ask? Well it is the shopping money. I need to get milk and bread, eggs and meat. Lets hope someone drives by so I can hitch hike. That far a walk is not fun, trust me.
Slowly I open the door, slowly I slip out and slowly I close it. Charlie and Renee expect me to go out a couple of nights a week for food. I was not allowed out during the day. That would be why my skin is so pale. But at least I was not weak. I did all the work where I lived; my arms grew strong. I walked for miles upon miles; my legs grew strong. Both of those developed a strong muscle, and I kept inside myself, never showing the true me. My mind grew strong.
I creep down the driveway, making sure no one can see me. Pulling my hoddie over my head and rolling my sweat pants up. I need them to last at least another year, hopefully two. Renee gave me these. She grew out of them, doesn't like them. So I got a new outfit. Everything overly large for my small frame. A hoddie, sweat pants and top. Nothing written on any of them. But there is some blood splattered on them, and tears in all of it. Passing the neighbourhood I reach the freeway. Fifteen minutes have gone by and no one is in site. This is going to be a very, very long night.
Something stabs my toe. No sound comes from my tongue as I remove a sharp rock from my skin. It didn't break the skin that bad. It will fix up in the end. But that does mean my shoes wont last for more than a year more. Where am I going to find new ones? God, this freeway has jabbed so many holes into my shoes. So annoying. I will need to get some duct tape. Maybe I will be able to smuggle some out. Than I can tape my shoes enough to last a few more months. A little more.
A light catches my eye. It is coming from behind. Walking a touch closer to the road I stick my thumb out, the rest of my fingers tucked in tight. This is the way I travel. Renee and Charlie said that I have to get food, and that I can't get it from Forks, but I need to find my own way to Port Anglese. What nice people. But at least they gave me money. I can usually keep the change, even though there usually isn't any. But maybe I could try to get some.
The car sees me and pulls up. That is a big relief. It is waiting for me, about fifty metres away. I sprint to the car. Having a quick look I see three people in it. Looks like I am in the back. A flash of lightening goes off above and highlight the sleek silver car that is not usually seen around here.