𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥

𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥༒𝕍𝕚𝕩𝕖𝕟

Chapter 1:

Do you ever get the feeling that you're drowning in darkness screaming for someone to save you but no one can ever hear you? Well let's just say that I've had that feeling my whole life. The feeling of neglect and bitterness.

My whole life I've been moved from one place to another however, from whatever age till 6 I refuse to recall the events I endured. Now as weird and crazy as this sounds it I had found my way to the orphanage that had raised me into becoming an assassin. The orphanage helped me forget everything I had went through even if it wasn't the best environment to grow up in. They eventually turned me into my foster home which I like to call 'hell'.

You see, my foster parent John, is not a fatherly figure far from it in fact. He is an abusive drunk. He would go out during the day and come home at 11pm every night drunk and high and let's just say he wasn't only an angry drunk but an abusive one. You'll see what I mean.

As I'm sitting in my room which is also known as an attic, I hear a load bang come from downstairs which is also followed by glass shattering
which means. . . johns home.

"Vicen! Come down here you little bitch." John says yelling from the stairs. It's Vixen you asshole. What the hell is Vicen?

I slowly make my way down downstairs to find John standing by the front door with a smashed bottle of jack Daniels in his left hand panting like a bloody psycho.

"Where's my fucking food vicen?" He says sternly slowly turning his head towards me. I look into his eyes and all I can see is darkness and anger. That's when I knew I was surly done for.

"I-i you didn't ask for food John." I saw quite keeping my distance from him.

"WHERES MY FUCKING FOOD VICEN?!" He yells walking towards me.

"I-im sorry I'll g-go find something now John." I careful begin to make my way to the kitchen before a hand yanks me back.

"Where do you think your going sweetheart? I'm no where near done with you." He says stroking my hair with a creepy smirk on his face. And I know exactly what he's going to do. I just didn't want to believe it.

"P-please. J-John! Please I'm sorry ok I'll go make your food right now please just don't do this again. P-please." I knew begging wasn't going to do anything, wasn't going to prevent what was about to happen. I just needed hope. Hope that he would stop. Hope that he would leave me alone. But in my life hope was non existent.

"Oh hunny don't be scared. I'll make it quick. But, the beatings will be excruciating." Then he suddenly grabs my head and hits it against the wall. I know what your thinking, if your some bad ass assassin couldn't you just kill the bastard? And the answer is yes. Yes I could, even with my own freaking bare hands. But the truth is, most of me believes that I deserve this, that I deserve the abuse and scars inside and out. But I'm also scared that I could get a worse home that this one. I mean I've been here for 3 years and I'm still being assaulted. Nothing is going to change and I've already made peace with that idea.

He continues to bash my head into the wall while I mentally numb out everything around me allowing the bastard to have his way with me. I mean it'll end eventually. It's not the beatings that affect me much. They aren't that bad I have an extremely high tolerance for pain and I've been through worse. It's the other thing.  I don't wish this on anyone even my worst enemy. Sometimes I dream of someone coming to save me from my nightmare. But I guess there won't be a night in shining armour barging through those doors anytime soon. Not that I need one anyway, never have.

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Thats it for my first chapter everyone!!! Please let me know what you think ;)
And I promise the chapters will get longer as they go.

Xoxo Debs