"I see that you're back home." I opened the door to my home sweet home to hear my mother's voice talking to me as she knew I came home. The salty tone of voice wasn't so pleasing to hear. It sounded like I did something wrong. The house was empty like always. My mother was in the living room, staring at some old photographs, a reminder of a beautiful family we once had. My father divorced my mother and took my siblings away, and yet I was left behind to live with her. I've never seen my siblings after that day. I truly did loved my mother for while, until she got obsessed with money that she used me as pond or she pretend that I wasn't even there like I was invisible.

"I'm back to get my things from home...because I'm finding my new place than this. I can't raise a child with you around influencing him or her." At the corner of my eyes, I saw her lips frowned. She knew about this pregnancy but not the other ones. I hurt her by saying that but it was true. I didn't want to raise a child near her. If she couldn't love me right then I can't let her take care of my child when I'm absent.

"Is that how you think of me, Claire? An unloving mother?!" She clenched her shaking fists that laid on the armchair. "I raised you when your father left us! You should be a grateful child, Claire Elena Scottberg! You are my flesh and blood, my child, my daughter-" I cut her off as I couldn't keep my mouth shut no more.

"I don't go by 'Claire' no more. I go by 'Elena'. And I'm not grateful…" I shook my head and chuckled quietly. "I HATED MY LIFE BECAUSE OF YOU!" I shouted my anger her, face feeling hot and red. "You used me for money. Does that make me grateful? NO, IT DOESN'T! I was a ragdoll, a disposal, a victim."

Memories were flashing back….

"Honey, you have some people who wants to talk to you." My mother opened the door and a few older men came inside my room.

"W-what do they want?" I looked up at her with a frightened face because the looks of the men were giving me the creeps, and I was getting scared because of it.

"They want to help repair our broken family. Let them talk to you." She closed the door before I could protest, and then I heard the locking coming outside the door.

"MOM?!" I was about to run to the door, but the men overpowered me and pushed me down to my bed.

"We're just here to talk…" The first man said, trailing his cold fingers up my thighs, pushing my skirt up as I shoved my hands down to push the material down so it could cover my legs.

"Stop!" My heart was racing as I could hear it beat loudly. Cold sweats were coming forming from my back and forehead. The desperate pleads weren't heard, the bruised marks didn't fade away, the bleeding didn't stop, my dried out eyes didn't cry, my voice stopped screaming, and I was alone with my innocence taken and destroyed.

"Was me and my body used for your funds? Were you happy to hear me scream and yell in pain?! So broke that you would use me. I'd rather be poor and live on the street than to be used against my will! Having that to be done to me countless of times, my soul still hurts!" I shook my head and inhaled sharply. "I never told you this, but when I said I was going to travel somewhere and wouldn't come back for a year or so…but it wasn't true. I didn't travel at all. The whole time I was there to have their child. Nine months passed, and the baby arrived… They took the child away from me, saying that it wasn't mine to hold, nursed, or keep. I can't remember the name or gender of my child. After the birth, they kicked me out. I don't know if my child is alive or not. I wished I could've fought for my baby, but I didn't have the strength to do so… And over the course of those depressing and saddening years of being a sex toy, I had a few pregnancies but I had abortions because I couldn't handle the stress really. Having to take care of my newborn and had men on me twenty four-seven…" My words left her speechless that I turned away and walked to my room to gather my stuff. My mother never really knew me.

Sebastian POV:

Having to go home without Elena and being interrogated by the servants, especially Meyrin was very displeasing. Meyrin wouldn't stop begging about Elena's whereabouts and the young master kept on clicking his tongue at me, telling me how Elena would get mad at me right from the start. The young master warned me. It was sad that she wanted to leave, but I couldn't drag her here because I respected her wishes. I'll just come for the birth of the child.

"Sebastian!" I heard the young master called me from his office.

I wasn't sure why the young master called me because his tea time was an hour ago. This must be something important then. "Yes, young master?" I bowed to him in a ninety degree angle.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue at me again, it was the twenty fifth time that his tongue clicked at me. "Tell me again, why you didn't go and chase after your 'Elena'?" He quoted with his fingers, then leaning forward to lace his fingers together underneath his chin.

"Because I respected her wishes. I hurt her a lot throughout the times in the Manor, and I can't force her to live with me if she'll hate me forever. I didn't want her to be sad, so I let her go." My heart ached to remember her words to me, 'Sebastian, you gave me many emotions that I've never felt before. And I thank you for making me feel happy, sad, mad, loved, and many more.' Her tears slipping down her eyes as I knew I lost her for good.

"You don't know anything about Claire Elena Scottberg, do you?" The young master's sharp voice cut through the air.

"What? Claire Elena Scottberg?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to think about what came out from the young master's mouth. Was that name really Elena's real name?

"She hasn't told you her real full name? Elena is just her middle name. Claire is her first legal name. For a demon, you don't know much, do you?" He sighed out, sipping his warm tea, lips touching the porcelain glass.

"Don't play with me, young master! I'm not in the mood to be played with-" His hand rose up to stop me from speaking any further.

With a clink, his teacup was back on his desk. "I've dug up some information about her. It was hard to find her name since we had was 'Elena', but with the help of some people, they dug her out from her grave." He plopped the thick file in front of me. "Do you want to read it? Or shall I read it out loud?"

"I'll read it." I quickly grabbed the file and skimmed through it. "Claire's parents was divorced… She was a victim of… She has a child…?" I mumbled things out as I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I bit my lips and stopped reading through her file. I had some many questions now that I wanted to ask her after reading this.

"Hmm? What do you think about it now? Shouldn't you get her back and tell her how much you love her? Isn't that why she ran away from home to find you because of your fake persona that you put out to her? Elena's a kind woman, no matter how many times men broken her spirit, including you, Sebastian. You should find her one day… You're dismissed." The young master shooed me away after this discussion.

Elena POV:

Even though I am older now, I made the same mistake with Sebastian. I hate myself, hate, hate, hate, hate myself! He was so nice, gentle, caring, and loving to me that I thought he would want me or something. But it was a lie. "I wish I wasn't even alive! I'd rather be dead!" I stuffed whatever I can into a bag and stormed out from the house without my mother trying to speak to me.

I walked to the city due to hunger. I had some money on me but not a lot. I was about to walk inside the bakery until I heard a child calling, "MOMMY!" I closed my eyes to hold in the pain of my past. "MOMMY!" I jumped when I felt a small pair of arms latching around my legs.

"W-what?!" I was utterly confused. I didn't know what to do. "U-um… Are you lost?" I peered down to the child's face.

"You're my mommy!" The child suddenly announced, making me anxious. He let go of me and said, "I'm Henry Kirk!" He stuck a hand out to me.

"Oh, hi!" I shook his hand to be polite. "I don't think I'm your mother." I looked at his brown eyes. "You've got the wrong person." I stood up and dusted off my skirt.

"No I don't!" Henry protested, shoving a black and white photo that was in his hand and to my face. I squinted, leaning forward, staring closely at the picture. My eyes grew wide as I recognized and recalled that very moment of my life.

"H-Henry…? How long have you been searching for me." I grabbed the photo and touched my youthful-self in the picture. I was so young when I had him. I remember his father came back to screw me once more, but he could tell that something was wrong when he tried to get on to me. And I confessed to him that I felt sick and wasn't in the mood to do anything. Then right there, it clicked… I was pregnant. He gave me his address to his estate and I made up a lie to my mother. I was only a mistress and nothing else.

"A few years ago. I'm twelve years old now! I'm growing up, Mother. I want to take you to my Father!" He grabbed my hands and we ran off together.

I didn't want to meet him after twelve years being taken away from my son. I could've been apart of my son's life…

"Father!" Henry shouted, and he turned around to look over at his son…

"Claire…!" His expression dropped to the floor as he didn't expect to see him.

"Nicholas Kirk." I muttered underneath my breath when our eyes met.