The First Painting: The Black-Chested White Rabbit

The girl was shocked to find that she had actually be pulled into the painting. But, she had to admit, it was a lot better than being pulled by the hair to be punished...

"!" Saharey looked around in suprise at her new surroundings. She sat in a field, with emerald green grass as far as she could see. She could feel a light breeze in the air, and she felt as though she had seen this place before...

...but that was because she had.

"What?" she asked as she stood up, not at all expecting an answer.

"Are you alright, my dear, or are you hurt, as I feared?" a slightly deep voice called out from behind her.

Saharey turned around slowly to see whom was speaking to her.

She gasped quietly as she took in the rabbit boy from the painting.

"Y-you're..." she stuttered. Why, she thought, he can't possibly be...

He stared at her in confusion.

"What is wrong?" he asked her.

"You look just like..."

Flashback

"You ugly, horrible b*tch! You didn't prepare it right!" she yelled as her hand made a loud 'Crack' as it made contact with her young daughter's face.

The girl whimpered as she fell onto her behind with a 'Thud', the pain spreading quickly throughout her face.

"I'm sorry!" Saharey said softly to her mother as she stood, getting back up off the ground. She turned and began walking back to the kitchen to make her mother a new cake, but she ran into someone first.

"Let me guess..." he growled out venomously. "...you f*cked something up again, didn't you?"

Saharey's eyes widened in fear as she looked up at the man she called, 'Father'.

"N-No..." she said, looking into his violent, violet-red eyes which were hidden behind his golden-framed glasses.

He kicked her leg so she collapsed to the floor.

"I don't accept lying wh*res in my family," he said threateningly, his bleach-blonde locks falling over his eyes, his hand reaching towards the whip on the table.

"N-n-no..." Saharey choked out.

"You poor f*cking girl..." her mother said callously. "...poor f*cking girl, my *ss."

Saharey closed her eyes as she could tell the whip was about to make contact and-

"-arey!" the rabbit-eared boy called worriedly as he placed a hand on Saharey's shoulder.

Saharey flinched. How was she to deal with a boy who looked almost identical to her abusive father?