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Warning: This chapter talks about a sensitive subject; so beware.

Chapter 10- My Nightmarish Life

Castiel's POV

Wait a second. Did I hear her right? Did she just say that she killed her mother?

I can't believe that this sweet girl was capable of killing anyone, much less her own mother.

I had to find out what happened. I was already in so deep that I might as well go all the way in.

"What do you mean you killed your mother? What happened?" I asked.

She sat there in silence with her legs crossed head down looking at her lap. It took her almost a minute before she finally spoke and answered my question.

"I had a project for school. I had to do a report on one of the American presidents for my History class. Along with the report I had to do a poster that would have some pictures on it.

Well I needed construction paper and we didn't have any. So my mom said she would go to the store and buy some. On her way home another car hit her head on. She was already dead when the paramedics got there."

"Well from what you just told me her death it sounds like it was an accident."

"You don't understand. If I hadn't of needed that construction paper she would still be alive today. It's all my fault she's dead."

"No it's not." I said.

"Yes it is. My father is right I'm a monster."

I put my finger under chin and gently lifted her head up.

"Hey it wasn't your fault. You weren't driving that car that killed her; and if anyone's a monster it's your father for hurting you like this." I said.

"I wish I could believe you." She said.

"Look I don't know what to say to make you believe that it wasn't you fault. Just that it wasn't."

"Thanks for trying Caastiel."

I really didn't know what else to say. So I asked the question I've been dying to ask since we started this conversation.

"So how bad was it?"

"How bad was what? The abuse" She looked at me questioningly.

"Yeah" I looked down at my feet, sort of feeling ashamed of myself for asking such a personal question.

"It wasn't so bad at first. Just a few slaps across the face; and my father telling me it was my entire fault that my mom was dead. It got worse as I got older. He stated beating me so bad that a few times he broke some bones in the process."

"And no one questioned what was going on?"

"He was good. He had an explanation for everything. She fell rollerblading. She ran into her bedroom door. The abuse this past year was the worst it's ever been."

"Why"

"Well I was really smart in school so I got to graduate a year early and since there was no reason for me to leave the house he could beat me every day without anybody finding out."

"How would no one find out?" I asked.

"He didn't let me out of the house; and if someone came over he would send me to my room, and tell me not to make any sound."

"Why didn't you make any sound? I mean it could have gotten you out of that house." I asked. Completely confused as to why she didn't do anything to save herself.

"It might sound silly but my dad was all I had. If I would have gone to someone and told them what was going on they would have taken my away. I was seventeen I wasn't going to get adopted. When I turned eighteen they would have kicked me out. Then I would have been all alone. At least when I was with my father I had someone."

"Why did you stop talking?" I've been wondering this for awhile.

"No one was listening. Why talk when no one is listening to you?'' She started to cry then.

"Are you done with all your questions for the night?" She asked me. I could her in her voice that she was trying to stop the tears from falling.

"One more than I'll let you rest"

"What is it?" I could tell from her voice that she really just wanted to be left alone.

"What's your name?"

"Oh." She giggles a little bit; clearly surprised by my question.

"Lacey Green"

"Well it's nice to officially meet you Lacey Green. I'm Castiel but my friends call me Cas." Sticking my hand out for her to shake.

"It's nice to meet you Castiel." She says now full out laughing well shaking my hand.

AN: And she has a name.

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