Blood and abuse

Prologue: part one

Warning: ⛔️contains swearing, physical abuse, sexual abuse, verbal abuse, suicide, and drinking⛔️

This story may be hard if you have suffered from one or all of the above, so read at your own caution, and it's okay if you can't read it anymore because it overwhelms you too much or hurts to read.

"A family has finally adopted you, Cindy." kept repeating in my head as if there was a record player it there that was hitting rewind.

I was so excited to finally have a family adopting me.

My parents didn't have enough to care for me so they sent me away to "a better place" as they say, so this is exciting news for me.

I can have a family that will spoil me, love me to bits, care for me like their own, put up with my bullshit, they better fucking love me or I will be pissed.

I will make you love me you motherfuckers.

I'll tell you what I'm thinking (I'll call you a bitch to your face, I'm not afraid.)

I do what I want because I'm a teenager so you can't make me maw-ducker, you can't make me do what I don't want and if you do, then go fuck yourself.

I can do what I wish and you can't stop me!

This is my life, not yours so don't even try to control me. I'll call the cops on you and get the hell out of there.

I don't deserve to be treated like that because I'm a kind, caring, beautiful, and as sweet as sugar kind-of girl so don't even try!

"Cindy, you're parents are waiting for you." I felt like a child on Christmas, I finally got adopted by my forever family who will treat me like the Princess I am.

I deserve it all, the love, the gifts, the presents, lots of friends, popular, famous- everything.

My legs move faster than my brain can process as I run into a women's arms, she smelled like chocolate, flowers, and men's cologne?

I shrug my shoulders.

She must have a husband, I thought.

"Hi, little girl, I'm Jane and this is my husband Greg."

I removed myself from my new mother, an orange haired women with glasses, in a spring dress, and rubber boots (which I thought was odd but I shrugged, can't judge someone based of their appearance as my birth mom would say). A small smile was spread across her face like peanut butter, revealing dimples. It was like unwrapping a present as I was learning things about my adopted mother. Her brown eyes reminded me of chocolate, and probably as warm as one too. On her left was a double chinned man with small brown hairs that brushed against his tan skin, a white t-shirt, tight-looking jeans, and rubber boots (that were the same as his wife's). A frown is formed on his face, wrinkles lie on top of his forehead for a reason I don't know. His blue eyes stared at me like I was a bug-

Do I really look that disgusting? I'll show you...

But before I could act, the couple grabbed my wrist and my feet travelled along a sidewalk, a blue car was parked outside and dad pushed me in, "sorry, didn't see you there." A fake smile was formed on his face. My blood boils in anger, you don't treat me like that, bitch.

I push him to the ground, he cries in pain as he touched his forehead. A glare was shot in my direction.

You still going to treat me like that?-

He pinned me against the car, and I gulp in fear. I didn't realize how much fucking taller he is than me, but I'm not going to give up that easily.

"Fuck off..." his hand went for my cheek as I felt the stinging from the slap that colliding against my cheek, so hard that my teeth fell out.

He lifted me into the car by my shirt, "and you learned not to treat me like that you little cunt."

The car ride was quiet with not a word said, the only thing that I could hear was the car engine over my thoughts because, yes, it was that quiet.

No radio.

No talking.

No bickering.

No laughing.

No jokes.

Nothing that it was like at home. I miss home, I miss mom and dad giving me hugs and kisses, I miss Bella licking me when I'm sad, I miss Jerry rubbing, cuddling, and purring next to me, I miss feeling safe and at home, I miss feeling loved and cared for, I miss my mom's delicious chocolate chip cookies, I miss my dad's jokes, I miss Ellie's hugs, support, care, kindness, and silliness. She was like a sister to me and now, she isn't by my side anymore. I just- miss my family, (and Ellie.) I miss them very much.

They were my everything, my happiness, my joy, my love, my care, my support, my past memories that are now gone. My heart sinks at that, it feels like a rock, a heavy rock that will never rise above the surface.

A feeling of loneliness that was never going to go away.

The feeling of bruises that are reminded of you, not listening.
The stingy, sore, bruise.

A black house came into view, I thought that this could be my chance to escape, my chance to runaway or call the cops. The car was still moving when I swung the door open and jumped out...