I'm having a weird day, so if this turns out to be sad, then totally fluffy, sorry. But it's my story, so I get to choose!

Kensy silently began to cook dinner, not caring about the beating she had almost received from Henry a couple minutes later.

She took the one ounce of thinly sliced pepperoni and arranged it evenly over the lasagna. She evenly placed the breadstick dough lengthwise and crosswise over the pepperoni, weaving to form a lattice top. She trimmed the excess dough and sprinkled cheese on it. She placed the lasagna on a sheet and added the left over breadstick dough on the sheet with the lasagna. She brushed them with melted butter and put it over the fire.

She turned and, wincing at the pain in her arm, began to gather the drink mixture.

She took the non-alcoholic wine and poured it in glasses. She topped it off with club soda and added orange soda to flavor it.

Taking it out, she silently served them, careful this time. When she placed the older girl's, whose name was Mimi, glass down she heard the girl make a comment to herself. "I hope she learned to walk." she snickered to herself.

Kensy said nothing, but felt her heart beat faster. She placed Hudson's glass down and straightened up, only to be brought back down by Hudson's hand on her wrist.

Everyone watched the two as Hudson stared into Kensy's eyes, trying to find the laughing girl, but seeing nothing but a broken child. Sighing inwardly, he let her go and took a drink.

Bowing, Kensy walked back to take the lasagna out. She served them onto plates with the breadsticks and placed those on a tray.

Taking them out, she winced at the weight on her bruised arm, but did not complain. When she finished serving, she bowed. Walking back, she heard Mimi call her back.

"Yes Your Highness?" she bowed.

"What is this?" Mimi held up a breadstick.

"A breadstick, Your Highness."

"I know that. But what is it covered with?"

"Melted butter." Kensy felt the breadstick hit her in the shoulder and shut her eyes as the hot butter slid down her arm.

"I don't eat food with butter on it." Mimi sniffed at her lasagna. "Take this back also. I want a salad with no meat." She pushed the plate. "I am on a diet."

Kensy nodded and stood up, taking the plate, ignoring the look Hudson gave her. "Of course Your Highness. My sincerest apologies." She walked back in and placed the plate down.

She took out a package of salad greens, a can of ripe olives, drained and halved, ten pepperoncini peppers, eight slices of hard salami, quartered, one cup shredded mozzarella cheese and ¾ cup of Italian Dressing.

She tossed them all together and placed it in a bowl. Taking it out, she bowed to Mimi, placing the food down.

Mimi sniffed at it, picked at it, then nodded. "Good. Now go."

"Yes Your Highness." Kensy walked back in and began to get dessert ready.

As soon as she gathered at the materials for the brownies, she heard a whimper. "Hello?" Kensy quietly called out, walking over to see the girl from earlier, cowering in a corner. "What's the matter?"

The girl cowered some more, then looked up to see Kensy. "You're that pretty lady from earlier today."

Kensy smiled and bowed. "What are you doing here, Your Highness?"

"Please call me Madison."

Kensy looked up to see Madison tearing up. "Why are you crying?"

"I get in people's way."

"How?"

"I'm too young to help with anything."

Kensy straightened up. "Nonsense. You can help me cook brownies."

Madison's eyes lit up. "How?"

"Well, first you got to come out of that corner." Kensy smiled, extending her hand.

Madison lightly took it and Kensy pulled her up.

"Now, lets begin." Kensy turned to the ingredients and smiled. "Well, Miss Madison. Shall we get started?"

Madison looked up at her, confusion in her eyes. "How can I help?"

"Can you put the butter, brown sugar and eggs in the bowl?"

Madison nodded, excited. She put in the butter and brown sugar, but when it came to the eggs, some shell fell in.

Madison stared into it, sad. "I'm sorry. I ruined the brownies." Tears began to fall until Kensy put her hand onto her shoulder.

"No they're not. Shells make it taste better."

"Really?" Madison wiped her eyes.

Kensy nodded. "Yep." She grabbed a spoon and began to stir it. "Now add the unsweetened chocolate and the vanilla as I stir."

Madison nodded and the two girls giggled as they cooked. Once the brownies were over the fire, Kensy sat on a chair and smiled at Madison's flour covered clothes. "You have flour on yourself."

"You do too." Madison giggled, pointing at Kensy's nose.

Kensy giggled, but gasped when she felt Madison's arm encircled her. "Madison…"

"Do you love me, big sister?"

Kensy was shocked. "What?"

"Do you love me?"

Kensy felt her eyes soften at Madison's hopeful eyes. "Of course I do. You're sweet and caring."

Madison giggled as she wrapped her arms around her once again, hugging with all her worth.

"Good…"

Kensy smiled, hugging her back.

The door slammed open and Kensy felt Madison being ripped from her hug. Before she could do anything, she felt someone grab her arm and slam her against the wall.

"What?" she whispered, trying to see who it was, but the person slammed her again. She faintly heard Madison crying for the person to stop, but Kensy was slammed again, slipping into unconsciousness.

The next thing Kensy saw was a chandelier. "Where am I…?" she murmured out, feeling pain return to her.

"In big brother's room!" a voice exclaimed as Kensy watched Madison jump onto the bed and hugged her.

Kensy hugged her back, then gasped when she felt tears hit her shoulders. "Madison, why are you crying?"

"Because you fell asleep and wouldn't wake up." Madison sobbed, hugging her harder, nestling into her chest.

"Madison…"

"She's not the only one who was worried." a familiar voice said.

Kensy looked up to see Hudson walk over, a concerned look on his face. "Hudson…" Kensy murmured, looking downward.

She felt the bed dip and felt her chin being brought up to see Hudson's eyes. "Kensy, you broke your promise."

"I what?"

"You promised you'd come to me if anyone was hurting you." Hudson's eyes searched hers for something, he wasn't sure though.

She took her face out of his hand and looked downward, shoulders shaking. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to bug you with my little problems…" She felt tears fall down her cheek, but did nothing to stop them.

Hudson felt his heart break at her voice. It sounded so sad and heartbroken. 'What made you so sad, Kensy? Please tell me so I can help…' he silently begged her. When she didn't lift her face, he sighed. "Come on, Maddy. Lets let her sleep."

Kensy watched them leave and felt her heart break. 'Please forgive me, Hudson. But you have to understand. No one would ever want me…' she thought, clutching the blanket as tears hit her hand. She shut her eyes, trying to forgot.

Flashback

The heavy wooden door burst open, as Kensy was slammed hard into it.

"Get in there you little bitch!"

Kensy scrambled to get up off the floor in hopes of somehow getting away as her uncle stormed in, shutting and locking the door to the house.

"Uncle, I'm sorry!" Kensy cried. "Please, I didn't mean to! I didn't!"

Uncle grabbed Kensy's arm tightly and yanked her up off of the floor.

"Suddenly you're too good for me, huh my little fireball!" Uncle spat.

"No! Not at all!" Kensy was frantic. "I didn't mean to Uncle! I promise I didn't!"

Kensy and Uncle had been walking home when Uncle suddenly spun around on Kensy, dragging him back into an ally and pinning her up against the brick wall. Kensy was terrified, Uncle had done this before and it had ended up with Kensy going to the hospital, saying she fell down the stairs. She didn't know what Uncle was going to do this time. The older man grabbed Kensy's wrists and held her painfully to the wall as he leaned in to kiss Kensy.

Still scared of what he might do, Kensy acted on instinct and turned her head away from Uncle. Something she was never allowed to do.

Uncle had turned red with anger and after hitting Kensy across the face once, had dragged her back to his apartment

"I'll teach you some manners!" Uncle shoved Kensy back onto the floor.

"Uncle please, stop! I'm sorry!" Kensy pleaded as her uncle approached her.

End flashback

Kensy clutched the blanket harder, tears falling faster. 'I was never good enough…Don't they understand? I can never be good enough!' she screamed in her head as she replayed the painful incident that ended in her in the woods, her dress ripped as the rain pouted down on her and the biting cold cut through her dress.

She clutched her head as the memories came back, slamming her in the head.

Flashback

"Kensy! Get your lazy ass in here!"

"Yes sir." she answered softly.

"Hurry up!"

"Yes sir?" she asked when she got in there.

"Get me a drink!"

"Yes sir."

"Get me a drink!" her uncle's lover, Chelsea, snapped.

"All right."

"It's 'yes ma'am'! You treat me with respect! Sweetie! Kensy's being rude to me again!"

"No, I'm not! I... I... I... It was a slip! I was going to say it but she cut me off!" she tried to reason.

"Shut up you little fuck! Do you want to be beaten again!"

Kensy's eyes filled with fear and she took an unconscious step back. "No. I'm sorry! Please! It won't happen again! I promise!"

"It better not! Now hurry up with those drinks!"

"Yes sir." She hurried into the kitchen and got two drinks and rushed back into the room. "Here." Chelsea's scrunched up her face in displeasure.

"This is not what I want. You know I hate this stuff!"

"There was no more of what you want! That was the only two drinks left!"

"Then go out and get one! You bum! You do nothing in this household but eat and shit! Wasting my money! What are you in! Nothing! You need get another job! You aren't making enough money to be staying here! Now get that damn drink!"

"But I have no money! You took it all to pay the rent!"

"Then find a way! It's your problem not mine!"

She went to get the drink, then walked back, thinking about running away. 'I can't. I promised mommy and daddy that I would stick it out…' She stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath. "Ok." She opened the door and was pulled violently inside.

"What the hell took you so damn long!" Before Kensy could reply, Chelsea screamed at her, "Where's my drink!"

"Here." He handed it to her and she shook it up.

"You can have it back. I don't want it now."

"But I...!" She had opened the drink and it sprayed in his face.

"Opps! Sorry!" she said in a sickening sweet voice.

"It's Ok love." He walked Chelsea into the living room. "Clean your filthy ass up!"

Kensy wiped her face off and walked into the bathroom. She washed her face and sat on the toilet. She sighed and wiped the stray tears that rolled down her cheeks. "I hate them sometimes." She dried his tears and walked out.

"Hey! Go make us some lunch!"

"Yes sir." She walked into the kitchen and put on an apron that read 'I love to eat' and sighed softly as he began to get the ingredients. He'd finished making lunch and brought it out with some apple juice. "Here you go sir."

"This is the only thing you can do right." Her uncle snatched the plates off the tray they were on then gave Chelsea's hers. Kensy set the drinks on the costars on the coffee table. Her stomach growled and she hoped his father didn't hear it. "So you're hungry now?"

Kensy quickly stood up and averted his eyes. "No sir!"

His father eyes her for a minute then continued eating. "Then what was that noise!"

"I don't know, sir."

"Clean up these dishes!"

"Yes sir." She picked them up then walked back into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

End flashback

Kensy felt the pain in her heart, but tried to push it away. 'No! I can't let this get me down. I'll do my job and no one will get hurt because of me…' she felt her eyes droop and she fell asleep.

Poor Kensy! I feel bad for her and I'm the one who wrote it. I realize it's strong language at times, but it's a PG-13 rating, or T+. however you want to think of it. Please RR