A/N: So remember guys, the hitting just barely started. Although Viktor has always been abusive towards her, it was always in a more emotional and sometimes sexual way. The hitting just barely started and Rose feels trapped with no solution on hand, so a lot of her thinking my seem irrational but right now she's a bit hopeless.

This chapter was written for the sole purpose to establish all the troubles that Rose is facing, in this chapter you'll get more insight to her life. However, it's troubling because that's how she's feeling. She doesn't have a straight head at the moment.

Again thanks for the reviews, you all are amazing!

Chapter 6

I called in sick for the second day today.

I couldn't go to school looking like this. Well it was less about looks but the way I moved, my whole body was feeling like it was on fire then ice then just trapped. It was very disorientating and uncomfortable and I don't think that I could go on all day trying to act like I didn't feel the pain.

Instead of my body getting better, it felt worse.

People were going to notice and I didn't want that. I knew Viktor didn't want that. He had told me the explicit things he would do if I ever told anyone about what he had or does to me.

If those things were done to me, I wouldn't have mind. But he threatened me with Janine and my brothers. My weakness.

The only person that knew of what was going on in my life was Christian and that's because he had figured things out by himself. Not even Tasha knew about it.

Well first of all she never noticed as the hitting had just started recently and the other things Viktor had done were not as noticeable, but I knew Christian would feed her some bullshit line that she would have to believe if she became suspicious. Which was bound to happen after she had seen my face two days ago, although she had not questioned me about it yet.

And you might ask what about all the yelling and fighting? Someone must have heard us. Maybe Tasha as she was my neighbor but no our apartment complex were separated as houses were, someone had to be real close to hear us, and although it was a crappy apartment, the walls were not paper thin.

Sometimes I wished that they were. That someone heard me my suffering. That they tried to help. But then I remember all the things that Viktor had said to me and those thoughts go away.

I don't know how it could've gotten like this. Or maybe I did, and my mind just tried to forget it because living in ignorance was better than knowing how fucked up the situation really was.

The emotional abuse started when Mason was born, twelve years ago. Janine and Viktor had been together for about two years before that but I never saw him because it was always Janine going out at night to meet him.

However, when she got pregnant he was around more. He never paid attention to me though.

The blissful state didn't last though; I was around eight when this started, Mason was three.

It all started when Viktor saw that Janine would pay more attention to me instead of Mason, he would be enraged by the whole situation and sometimes hit my mother for it while he would call me a waste of time. A bastard. A seeking attention whore, I had no idea what a whore was at the time

And from there the insults climaxed, getting worse by the moment.

However that wasn't the most horrible thing he did to me.

When I was twelve the insults were no longer enough for him. He resulted to other techniques. He… He took my innocence.

I can still hear my screaming as I called for my mother to help, but she wasn't home. She had taken Mason and Eddie to a party. Viktor had encouraged her to do so, now I can see he had all of that planned.

It had been a Saturday morning.

I was going to stay home and just watch movies because I had no friends and that was just my Saturday tradition.

My mother and brother left the house around 10 in the morning and Viktor wasted no time.

I had barely woken up and I notice that to my side someone was laying there. It was Viktor.

I asked him what he was doing there but he told me to shut up and stay still. Then he took the covers from my body and look at me like I was a piece of meat.

Everything in my head told me to run, to get the fuck out, but I was paralyzed and my body wouldn't listen to my head, instead it just laid there hoping that by some miracle it was only a dream. A nightmare. I wasn't so lucky.

Again I asked him what he was doing in my room, and instead of replying he shut me up by putting his large hand to cover my mouth, while he ripped my clothes off.

I tried to fight him off, I really did try to. I really did. But I wasn't strong enough, his body overpowered mine and he took everything from me. My innocence, my life, my love for life… everything.

This is very hard to remember, not because I don't want to but because it was the day that would change my life completely. It was the point where I was to be terrified of everything that represented a male. It was atrocious.

After that day my body felt dirty, I wanted to scratch my skin off and take off every piece of skin he had touched, that he had abused. For the next couple of years, the situation happen again and again. I tried to stop it but I couldn't. I was a weak person.

This was the only thing Janine didn't know about Viktor, but I was scared of what her reaction would be. What if she didn't care? What if she just took that as something so little? So unimportant. It would destroy me furthermore.

The reason why I think Viktor hated and resented me was because his children were not the first ones Janine bore and in some sickly way he loved her and wanted her to himself.

But he ruined her instead, he made her addicted to alcohol and drugs and because of that she felt that she needed him. I couldn't bring her out of her twisted thinking. I wanted to, all I wanted to is to have my mother back, the one that took me to the park and read me bedtimes story and made time for me no matter how busy work was. The one that dreamed of a bright future with me. The one that could make all this away with just one touch and a kiss on the forehead. I wanted my mother back and no matter how long I had to wait for her to realize that, I would be there when she was read. I only hoped I didn't die before this happen.

Any thoughts, concerns you guys want to share? I'm open to anything, suggestions, options?

So I'm thinking I'll introduce Adrian next chapter? Not sure, but just wait because this is about to get more intense.