Disclaimer: I do not own the vampire Academy. Everyone is human. And If I did own Vampire Academy... I would have made Spirit Bound Differently. :'( Anyways onward with the story. Enjoy.
Julie

When I was younger my mother told me never to get into cars with Strangers. I now know why. All my life I was told a lie. A lie that I believed was true. I was told that nothing can hurt me. That no one will hurt me. I was child. Fairly small around 12 years ago, I was being abused. When I was older around 3 years ago I was raped, by my father. I thought things were different that we should run to our parents when we get hurt. When someone hits you, you run to your parents so they could protect you. I spent my life hiding, crying, living in shame because of what my father did to me. I have living proof. I have a one year old Son Caleb Michael. He's my father's son. (I know sounds weird) I don't believe in abortions and I couldn't come to think of killing this baby. I loved it too much.

I moved to Montana with my grandmother and her husband, on a ranch. I had always wanted to live out here. But I was never allowed to see my family. My uncles pretty much were my guardians and my protectors whereas my aunts coddled me with praise seeing that no girl would have suffered like i did. I really think i was much of a hero. But now I am 17 years old and alone, no one to bother with me. I am afraid, so terrified that my father will find me. And once he does, I'm dead for telling on him. I'm dead for speaking of what he did. I'm dead because i am still alive.

*flashback*

I was sitting in my room my knees to my chest. I was terrified my father was coming home. I could hear him walking up the steps now. I close my eyes and I hug my huge round belly, whimpering I let out a strangled cry when I felt a pair of hands touch me. It wasn't a hit and it didn't hurt. I open my eyes and I see a police officer his name Stan Alto. He was a nice guy he helped me up and I cried so hard. I fell into him. I knew I was saved. But for how long was I safe for? He gently held me and I cried desperately for help, I just needed to get out. Another officer walked in and I looked at him. He had a look on his face and I could tell he was sorry for me. He walked over to me and gently rubbed my back. I let out a sigh and I relaxed.

"I'll take care of her" I heard the new officer.

"All right" Officer Alto said. He let go of me and I almost choked up a cry. "Where is he?"

"Squad car out front" the officer said.

Who was he? I wanted to know who he was. But I looked up at the newer officer.

"I'm Officer Adrian Ivashkov." He said with a small smile. "We talked over the phone earlier."

I nodded and tried to smile but the smile wouldn't come out. I rest my hands on my stomach and looked away "I remember" I said softly.

"You're safe now. He won't get you anymore" He said kneeling down, considering he was taller. He wanted to be eye level with me.

I nodded and tears escaped my eyes. "Where's my mom?"

"We're looking for her. She ran off" was all he said. He took me outside of my room and to the living room. I sat on the couch and I felt my baby kicking me. I smiled and rubbed my belly. Officer Ivashkov looked at me. "What is it?"

"He kicked." I said softly and my baby kicked again. "He likes my voice."

Officer Ivashkov helped me up and he took me out to the Ambulance that they had brought with them. I had gone into the truck and they did a quick few tests on me. They gave me a scan and it was a little awkward at first seeing such an innocent life brought up from violence and abuse. I started to cry and hide my face from anyone. Adrian had stayed near me, I shook my head.

"Go. I don't want anyone looking at me" I screamed. I was terrified. I found myself horribly ugly. I cried because I am weak, I am not strong enough.

*End Flashback*

I remember that day so fondly because it was the day I was rescued. I will never forget that day. I still believe I am ugly. I believe no guy wants me. I don't even know how to love? I can't remember one happy moment. I never had a Christmas, or a birthday. I didn't know how to be a kid. I couldn't go in my back yard and pretend I was in the jungle or I was a princess. I never had friends to play with. I was a slave to a monster. Who was supposed to be my father, he used me for sex and beat me when I did something wrong. I wanted that to go away. That is why I called the police. I knew they would come and get me.

Now I sit alone in my room with my 1 year old Caleb. He has a disability. One of the things that happens when you're raped and you get pregnant. You don't get that perfect kid you dreamed of. But to me Caleb is perfect. He may be the son of a bastard, but I love him with my being. Caleb is my life. Caleb has an illness that doctors cannot find out what it is. They say he may die at a young age. He also has brittle bone disease. His bones can break easily. He is a happy baby I can see that. The way he smiles when he sees me. I love his little voice when he calls out "Mom" it sounds more like "ma" But it's still me.

Life isn't always what you make it. You can try your best at what you do. But it'll never turn out right. You need the peoples support and concern. Which really is your family; I have my family with me at all times. I will get to them later. You can try to live your life the way you want it to. But really nothing goes the way you want it to be.

My name is Rosemarie Hathaway-Mazur, I am 17 years old. I live in the backwoods of Montana, with my grandparents Alberta and Victor, my aunts Lissa, (who is like my best friend and my age) and Mia, my uncles Eddie and Mason. (Eddie is Mia's husband) and Christian. (He isn't my uncle but Lissa's boyfriend he is like a brother to me, and he and my other uncles protect me from anyone that seems like a danger to me.)

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