Reincarnated For A Reason

Part 1 Thirteen Going On Thirty

Tw - rape , child abuse, & offensive language

Angel's POV

"Katheryn, now!" I hear him call. I groan.

'Not again! Why, God, why!?' I think. I go downstairs. "You— you wanted me, Mr. Manox?" He slaps me.

"I tell you time and time again call... me... Henry." He says as I rub my cheek to make the pain go away. He walks away to get a beer or a condom. Yep, I'm thirteen going on thirty.

"And I keep telling you my name's Angie." I mumble.

"WHAT!?" He yells.

"Nothing. Don't get your tunic in a twist." I say.

"Quite the attitude you're giving me." He says.  He creeps closer. "I like it when you're fiery. It's quite the turn on. Reminds me of a student I once had. Makes the win all the more sweet." He pulling me close straddling me and starts on my neck. I try to tune out to make my situation better, taking myself back to the orphanage, or the shower I will take to get rid of the emotional filth and rub my skin raw. Anything is better than this.

"Why are you so quiet? We have such a connection and I thought you liked being my little piece of ass... sistant around this house." I feel sick at the attempt of a joke about what I am to him.

"How could anyone my age, or any age ever, like any of this!?" I yell. I am literally thirteen going on thirty.

"Don't be so sour, Katheryn. You will always be mine." He says. He points to the keyboard. "Play something for me." I fold up my arms.

"No!" I say. When I don't move, he slaps me and laughs.

"PLAY!" He orders. I sigh and go over to the piano, playing In the Hall Of the Mountain King in the orchestra setting. He walks over and I reluctantly let him do what he wants till he gets tired.

'Okay. He's asleep. I'm free! I can get outta here.' I think. I decide to skip the shower in case I decide to go the police. Instead, I pack up grabbing everything in my room, including my mom's money from the one safe I was allowed to keep anything I wanted in—after months of begging—and my key. I don't know what it unlocks, but there's a note. I just haven't had the heart to open it, until now. It's in French, so I'll give you it in English.

My dearest Angie,
    If you are reading this I'm gone. First, I'd like to say I'm sorry for what he's going to do, but I know this, I couldn't be happier to have had a daughter instead of a son like him. Especially you. Second, your probably wondering what this key unlocks. This key unlocks a storage unit that holds all of my dearest treasures, apart from you. If nothing else, you can use it as a safe house. Once you get in, hide the key. There's a code to get in. Here's a hint; the key code is my bestest memory.
All my love,
    Maman (Mummy)

There was a picture of me in Maman's arms when I was born and an address. I smile and rub my fingers over the picture of her face, staring at her dark eyes, my eyes.

'I knew she didn't die because of that crash.' I think smiling. 'She wanted me to have a good life. Now, it's time for me to fulfill that wish.' I open the window and carefully slip my stuff—then me—out. I turn off my location settings. I have over £500. I should be good to catch a cab to there. Heck, if I wanted to I could get a carriage. I easily hail a cab and ask them to go to the nearest gas station. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to need food.