Since that day, quite a lot had happened. After being violated for a week, both by my dad and any friend who was willing to pay for my 'services', I ran away. Pain was all I saw as my hand grabbed shakily at the doorknob and slowly pried the door open. I did just like mum did, taking off in the middle of the night when he wouldn't suspect a thing. Night was when the monsters were supposed to come out and play but it was when I finally found my escape.

I'd suffered for far too long and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I was supposed to be the docile little daughter that did everything he asked me to – but I'd reached my limit. So on that day, a semblance of hope had taken over my chest, pushing back the fears and moving my feet towards the door. Before I'd even realised what I'd done, I was on the outskirts of town, only a few houses surrounding me.

My plan hadn't been very well thought out though, I knew how to get out of town but after that all there was was a long, endless highway. I don't know for how long I walked for, just that it was much too long. By the time I found a gas station I was ready to collapse. I hadn't eaten in days, and I'd been sleeping by the side of the road, with no blanket to keep the cold at bay. When I first saw it it had seemed so far away, like I was looking at it through a dark tunnel. No matter how much I walked I never seemed to get any closer. And one day, when I was sure I couldn't keep going any longer, it was suddenly there.

"H-help. Please help." I was clutching at the counter with both hands but I was too weak and soon fell to the ground. My eyes had tried to close of their own accord but I pried them open, wanting to be able to see what was happening around me. My dad had taught me that after countless beatings.

The guy standing behind the counter was staring at me in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Luckily, he snapped out of it and called an ambulance. All the while I just sat there, staring blankly ahead and wondering what I'd done. If I registered at the hospital dad would have a way to find me. I wouldn't allow him to drag me back to that hell hole, not if there was anything I could do to stop it.

I'd been too drained to do much of anything though, apart from let my instincts take over. I didn't want him to be able to locate me but I'd been slowly dying on the side of the road, and despite that not being worse, I didn't want it to be my fate either.

My mind was clouded over, not allowing for much rational thought, yet one prevailed through all the murkiness. I couldn't give him a lead. If I gave him a single way to find me and I'd have lost the battle.

So when the paramedics found me, and they asked my name, I lied. That's the day I became Maisee Jenners. Petal Grace existed no more.

At the hospital I was forced to finally tell the world about all that had been happening in my house. Soon, the police was called in, but I refused to give out any names, and I was pretty sure they knew I was lying about my own. It didn't matter though, even if there wasn't any Maisee Jenners my age on the system. Even if I didn't have a social security number. They'd never get my real name out of me. I'd rather die.

I didn't want to give out his name either. Years and years of warnings had flooded my mind when I was asked if I wanted to press charges. You never ever try to put your family in jail. Is that clear brat? Because if you do... Oh, we'll be having a lot of fun then, won't we? I'd had trouble putting air into my lungs for endless seconds as the sound of his voice sent shivers down my back. I could still remember the glinting smile he always gave me. It seemed so perfect to anyone who didn't know what he was, but I knew he was a monster, and it was just a slimy facade for his true nature.

It was apparently decided by my psychologist that I needed to get out of the ambience of the hospital, so I was sent to something which she called a "healthy atmosphere". I didn't know what that was. I was sure those places didn't even exist any more.

That's how I found myself on that Sunday morning, the sun practically blinding me. It was such a lovely day – I'd gotten into the habit of noticing small things like that back at the monster's. Without appreciating the beauties of life I would've crumbled long ago. So when the shadow of the house covered my view of the sky and I was finally forced to look at it instead, I almost leapt back in astonishment. It was quite a big house, nestled in by trees, yet the most prominent feature of the whole thing was how homey it was. I couldn't believe I'd missed it when I walked out of the police car. It was amazing.

"Is… Is this it?" I didn't want to get my hopes up. I'd been living in a basement for the past 17 years, I couldn't afford to get my spirits crushed again. The police man didn't hear though, his back stayed turned to me as he led the way to the front steps of the house. The only people who'd been able to hear me since I'd run away had been the psychologist and the doctor. And that was only because they were listening for my soft whispers. To everyone else, it seemed, my voice just drifted away in the wind. Which was beautiful to imagine, but quite painful to live through.

When the police man knocked on the door loudly, a sigh of relief escaped me. This was where I was going. My relief was short lived though, as panic started clawing at my throat at all the possibilities this new house had. For starters, I was meeting new people, and god knew I was awful at that. But, most importantly, what if they realised, just like both my parents, that I was worthless and better to keep around to do the cleaning and cooking? What if I was just imprisoned again? What if… What if they made me do my 'services' again? I couldn't go through all of that again, I'd only just escaped it.

It was too late to run – the door was opening.

Hi :)

So, chapter 2's up, i hope you all like it :) Also, I wondering if I could get more feedback for this one so I can know what you think ^.^

I don't know when the next chapter will be up but, if I actually have enough self discipline to get writing it shouldn't be too long.

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