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Author's Note: Here's chapter three to my story, enjoy please.... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
Or I'll get evil and not update until I get more reviews *laughs evilly* O_O, Okies, on with the
story!
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I had discovered a lot about the Saiyans in my time in that haunted home. They had a whole
other language which wasn't used very often, just for business matters. Sometimes Lesandra would
give orders to me in that language, and when I looked at her questionly she would laugh and call
me dumb, or humiliate me in front of her guests.
I hated every moment near this place, and returning home actually sounded nice... but considering the
conditions I was living in at home I doubted it would be much better. At least Papa never hit me,
not on purpose anyway. Or he told me it wasn't on purpose.
Mama could be a different story though. When she was really angry at me, or sometimes just angry in
general, she would smack me. It didn't hurt my face as much as my feelings, but I didn't cry. She
ordered me not too. Lesandra, however, liked my tears. She said they bring her excitment. No
matter how sick I thought it was, her husband... or mate, was always smirking when she got excited.
They often escaped together after hitting me, to their room. I never think about what happens next,
and I don't want to.
I often wonder if Papa misses me, if he even wonders about what happened to me. I've been gone for a
week now, not too long. But shouldn't Papa's wonder about their daughters when they're missing? Papa
might not wonder at all, something about me makes him mad. And I can't change it.
Mama said it was my aura, and my ability to power up when I'm really upset. Although she said I
only did it once when I was very little, but it frightened her to think that her daughter was different.
Mama and Papa were called "high class."
The young female that was older than me, and the same one who had guided me out of the room after my
first beating, was named Marie (not creative with the names -___-). She seemed nice at first, but soon
turned into a wicked girl whom Lesandre took favor to. She bossed me around and yelled at me if I
did something wrong, and then told Lesandra. After that, things got fuzzy. I'm not sure if Marie
enjoyed seeing me get hurt, or if she was just mad because I had been moved into her turf. I didn't
move in by choice though, and I would love to leave as soon as possible.
I've decided that no Saiyan can be trusted, and I hate them all. I can never forgive what they've done,
and what they want to do to all humans. All of Lesandra's friends are cruel as well, and they love
to see me cry. It doesn't matter how strong I try to be, I let them have what they want. I cry until
I'm so tired I collapse, and then I get scolded for collapsing in front of their guests. I am proved to
be an "unwanted get" and an "unworthy servant". I am too scared to change.
I watch now as Lesandra stares at me with those wicked eyes, making sure my every movement is right. I
set the glasses on the table for her guests, and I quickly exit the room. Marie looks down on me and smiles.
"You'll get in trouble if you continue to shake, quit," SHe pulls my hair, "Now." I slowly nod and get out of
her way, praying for help.
~~~
Author's Note: Hope you liked! PLEASE REVIEW! I'M BEGGING! -_____- Hehe, thanks for the reviews!
Author's Note: Here's chapter three to my story, enjoy please.... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
Or I'll get evil and not update until I get more reviews *laughs evilly* O_O, Okies, on with the
story!
~~~
I had discovered a lot about the Saiyans in my time in that haunted home. They had a whole
other language which wasn't used very often, just for business matters. Sometimes Lesandra would
give orders to me in that language, and when I looked at her questionly she would laugh and call
me dumb, or humiliate me in front of her guests.
I hated every moment near this place, and returning home actually sounded nice... but considering the
conditions I was living in at home I doubted it would be much better. At least Papa never hit me,
not on purpose anyway. Or he told me it wasn't on purpose.
Mama could be a different story though. When she was really angry at me, or sometimes just angry in
general, she would smack me. It didn't hurt my face as much as my feelings, but I didn't cry. She
ordered me not too. Lesandra, however, liked my tears. She said they bring her excitment. No
matter how sick I thought it was, her husband... or mate, was always smirking when she got excited.
They often escaped together after hitting me, to their room. I never think about what happens next,
and I don't want to.
I often wonder if Papa misses me, if he even wonders about what happened to me. I've been gone for a
week now, not too long. But shouldn't Papa's wonder about their daughters when they're missing? Papa
might not wonder at all, something about me makes him mad. And I can't change it.
Mama said it was my aura, and my ability to power up when I'm really upset. Although she said I
only did it once when I was very little, but it frightened her to think that her daughter was different.
Mama and Papa were called "high class."
The young female that was older than me, and the same one who had guided me out of the room after my
first beating, was named Marie (not creative with the names -___-). She seemed nice at first, but soon
turned into a wicked girl whom Lesandre took favor to. She bossed me around and yelled at me if I
did something wrong, and then told Lesandra. After that, things got fuzzy. I'm not sure if Marie
enjoyed seeing me get hurt, or if she was just mad because I had been moved into her turf. I didn't
move in by choice though, and I would love to leave as soon as possible.
I've decided that no Saiyan can be trusted, and I hate them all. I can never forgive what they've done,
and what they want to do to all humans. All of Lesandra's friends are cruel as well, and they love
to see me cry. It doesn't matter how strong I try to be, I let them have what they want. I cry until
I'm so tired I collapse, and then I get scolded for collapsing in front of their guests. I am proved to
be an "unwanted get" and an "unworthy servant". I am too scared to change.
I watch now as Lesandra stares at me with those wicked eyes, making sure my every movement is right. I
set the glasses on the table for her guests, and I quickly exit the room. Marie looks down on me and smiles.
"You'll get in trouble if you continue to shake, quit," SHe pulls my hair, "Now." I slowly nod and get out of
her way, praying for help.
~~~
Author's Note: Hope you liked! PLEASE REVIEW! I'M BEGGING! -_____- Hehe, thanks for the reviews!