Chapter 2

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But guys I really don't have an update schedule for this book. Just expect randoms updates. It probably be random updates or I can update every two weeks with two chapters. I'm still deciding

School almost over and more time on Wattpad.

Excuse my mistakes...
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4 Years Ago (2 years left before escaping)

Adalyn is 11 years old and Maeve is 13 years old.

The abusing and raping continues to goes on.

Even worse, she's getting bullied at school because of her sister, Maeve spreading lies around the building.

The worst part is that they didn't just verbally did it but they physically touch her too. She would always come home with bruises somewhere on her body.

Little Adalyn running into the house up to her room not caring if she didn't speak.

She stumble a little bit before entering her room,
locking the door

Dropping her backpack anywhere, she immediately rushed to her own bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

Hands shaking, lips shivering as tears dropped from her eyes.

She always wonder why she was never enough to both her sister and mother

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She always wonder why she was never enough to both her sister and mother.

For a child as little as her age, she began to hear voices in her head at the age of 9.

She was smart enough not to tell anyone or they would think she's crazy. She spent most of her time in the library learning new things everyday.

Books kept her calm and to her; it helps her escape from reality...

Her hands aching for the silver platter that was near the sink. She tried to prevent herself as she looked in the mirror and more tears began to flow from her eyes.

"Kill yourself"

"It's not like they're going to remember you"

"You're nothing but a disgrace to this family" she heard her mother voice in her head.

"I was you were never born"

"KILL YOURSELF"

Her hand grabbed the knife as she lift up her long sleeved shirt some off her arm.

She could  see the recents cuts on her arm as they slowly heal.

She slowly inches the knife to her skin as she bleeds out. She sigh in relief as she feels the voices calm down a little in her head.

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