Six years later:
A young girl in her room was called downstairs by two men, running down stairs the young girl visibly shook as the two men stood before her, "father, grandfather" the young girl voice no louder then a whisper. "Young lady do you know what time it is?" one of the men stepped closer to the girl casing her to shake "it's two grandfather" the young girl looked at he stove, "and what happens at two?" the other man said with artificial sweetness. The young girl flinched- knowing she in trouble "its lunch time father, I'm sorry I was bus-" one of the men hit her, sending her to the floor. "Now young lady" the older man picked the young girl up by her curly black hair, shoving her to the stove "make us lunch!" they left as the young girl got there lunch ready, crying. "Here's your lunch grandfather" the young girl handed the older man his lunch, "thank you baby" the man kissed her forehead, "and here's your lunch father". The man grunted then shoved her away. The young girl was about to leave wean he said "now rember rose" he got up, hand raised "don't forget our lunch" the father hit the girl and she nodded "yes, father" rose held her cheek as she climbed upstairs. Entered her room, locked the door. Rose then ran to her bed and cried. After about two minutes she could be found on the floor holding a box hidden underneath her floorboards. "Hello Brianna" rose held a warn doll close to her chest, "You know Brianna sometimes I wish I could run away, away from my father, my grandfather. This place" rose looked around her dusty peeling yellow paint, "maybe find my mother, my grandmother" rose held Brianna tighter as she thought of her mother, "why did she let me go?!" rose cried into her knees and Brianna.

Ten years later:
"Father's here's your breakfast" Rose handed Dylan a hot plate of eggs, "and here you go grandfather" Rose also handed Robert a hot plate of eggs. "Umm, father" rose stood by her father, "my teachers coming today to talk about my grades, and ummm. My bruises" rose lifted the bottom of her shirt to show belt size bruises. "tell her were busy" Dylan spit a piece of egg at rose's pale cheek, "I can't father" rose wiped the egg away thinking- I'm getting good grades. And the soon I'm out of here the better. "I have already told her tod-" Dylan got up and removed his belt, "father please not again!" Rose had her arms up for protection, Robert held her down. "You going to give me that attitude again?" Dylan had the belt in the air, "no, no father never" rose's tears left trails down her face, her dark green eyes almost black with fear. "Good" Dylan brought the belt down hard one last time before letting rose go, "no get!" Robert kicked rose's butt to get her out of the room. About an hour later the teacher came, "Mr. Cirm?" an older women knocked on the door as Dylan ran to rose's room, "rose, baby the teachers here" Dylan tried rose's door handle, locked. "Baby" Dylan's fake sweetness forced rose to open her door; she had a long sleeve purple shirt on. To long for the season, "yes father?" rose smiled internally, with the teacher here her father could do NOTHING to her. "Your teachers here, come down please" rose sighed and closed her door following Dylan down stairs. "There you are, miss. Rose" the teacher shook Rose's hand rose smiled "hello Mrs. Yolla" "please have a seat" rose pulled her teacher to the couch. "I hear you're here for my daughter's grades and bruises" Dylan flinched at the word, 'yes, yes. Rose is an exceptionally bright child." Mrs. Yolla smiled at rose, "I believe she should be in a privet school, she needs more then what a public school can give her" Mrs. Yolla pulled forms out of her huge purse "I've sent forms to privet schools in this area, and there quite exited that rose might be joining them" Dylan's face became more strained as Mrs. Yolla contuied to talk about how rose's grades are good enough for privet school, she wasn't going. "Mrs. Yolla I also hear your for rose's bruises?" Robert stepped into the room and sat next to rose. "oh yes, rose seems to have bruises on her body at all times, She gives me the excuses of she fell or she did something wired that day." Mrs. Yolla looked at rose then smiled. "Wean I asked if the bruises were from being punished all the time, rose didn't answer. Dose rose get punished often?" Mrs. Yolla looked at Dylan with concerned eyes, "absolutely not!" Dylan was a master at lying. And rose knew it. "I wouldn't lay an hand on my daughter in that way" Dylan got up an put a comforting hand on rose's shoulder, rose inwardly shuddered at Dylan's touch. 'Well Mr. Crim, I'll leave you the forms for the privet schools that would be ecstatic to take rose. Even with scholarship" Mrs. Yolla winked in rose's direction, rose tried not to cry. The teacher had no idea that rose would NEVER attend that school, "thank you Mrs. Yolla. I'll be sure to think privet school over" Dylan shut he door and threw the privet school papers in the fire place. "Rose I'm going o kill you!" Dylan lunged for rose but rose was faster, until Robert grabbed her. "No let me go!" rose screamed as Dylan and Robert beat her. 'Help me" was the last thing she said that day.