Chapter 1

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Regina's Pov

*BEEP* *BEEP*

*SMACK*

Ahh what a good day

"BITCH WHERE'S MY BREAKFAST?"

Spoke to soon.

Time to act.

*BANG*

Slamming the door open, he grabbed me by the hair while I pretended to cry and begging him to let go.

Dragging me downstairs, he went into the kitchen and threw me across the kitchen island which made me hit my back against the stove really hard.


Damn that's going to leave a bruise, but I really don't give a fuck, since I already have a lots of scars.

Mentally rolling my eyes at the thought about the nagging mom of the group, I came out of my daze when I felt a hard kick to the stomach.

It didn't hurt as I can't really feel pain after what those Bastards did to me
so I pretend to whine in pain only to receive another kick but harder then the last right in the ribs.

*CRACK*

AAAnd there goes the ribs.

It's going to take about a week to heal as I heal faster than normal people, but he wasn't done yet and took out his metal belt.

Yes, a fucking metal belt as it's one of his favorites to beat me with.

"COUNT AND DON'T FUCKING MISS ONE NUMBER OR WE'RE STARTING OVER"

"y..y..yes sir"I said pretending to be scared

Give me control and let me kill the son of a bitch.

Not now

I continued counting until he was finally done at forty and decided to grab a knife stabbed me five times in each leg.

After finishing he smiled like the sick son of a bitch he is.

I slowly curled up into a ball waited for him to leave, so I can treat my wounds.

After seeing him leave out the front door and closing it, I stood up and started limping to my so called "room".

A minute later, I started walking perfectly fine as if I wasn't stabbed in the legs.

Like I said, I heal faster then normal people.

Just five more months till I'm 18

Why don't you just kill him and get over with

It's not easy,when he's dead they just send me to another foster home and plus we can torture him once I'm 18.

Hearing her sighing and grumbling under her breath, I chuckled a little.

Fine, but let me take control in part of the fun when it happens.

Ok, just rest for now.

Don't have to tell me twice, bye.

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