Stolen Heir

Chapter 1

⚠️Warning! Mentions of abuse!

Blaire fumbled with the bottle of bleach as she poured some on her cloth and began scrubbing the floor.

"Keep scrubbing until I can see my reflection,"
Mike sneered as he loomed over her petite body, waiting for her to stop or make a mistake. Blaire noticed he had been drinking more than usual which only made him more dangerous.

She scrubbed and scrubbed until her hands went numb and she was out of bleach, only to be yanked up by her hair, the stinging shooting through her scalp.

"Go get more bleach. Now," Mike half growled half slurred at her before shoving her away.

She stumbled to the cupboards in the washroom, her small hands searching for anything that could help her clean. Her heart thundered as she realized they were out of bleach, her breath quickening as she stared back at the empty cabinet.

She took tiny steps out of the washroom to face an impatient Mike with a bloodstained face, his eyes wild like a true maniac.

"Why are you empty handed?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.

Blaire was frozen in fear and remained silent, afraid to speak.

"ANSWER ME BLAIRE!" He screamed, spitting in her face and he stalked closer.

"W-we a-are out"  she uttered, her voice small as her little fingers fiddling with her long, uncut hair.

Suddenly, the sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the small apartment, and Blaire blinked back the tears forming in her eyes as she felt her now swollen and red face. His maniac smile slowly disappeared from his face, and Blaire felt like his eyesight was closing in on her.

-

Blaire heard a thud as she was dropped onto a hard, cold concrete floor, blood leaking from her arm and the sharp pain from the impact rocketed through her.

"I'll come and visit you soon to have some fun brat. You'll learn not to stutter when you speak to me. Don't forget whose house you live in." Mike said, a wicked grin forming on his face and he walked out and closed the door.

Blaire curled up in a ball and tried to stop her tears and slow her breathing, but heartbreaking sobs poured out of her. She felt a piece of glass by her arm and realized it made her bleed. She stared back at the broken seven year old the glass reflected. She had cuts and bruises scattered over her arms, legs and back, and some on her stomach as well. Her neck was mostly untouched, however there were still some bruises here and there. Her face also had unhealed cuts and a big, blistered red mark on from where Mike hit her.

Why did she deserve this unhappy childhood? Why did she have to be stuck in a cell with nails sticking out from the walls when she could be with her real family.

A pale gold, heart-shaped locket rested delicately on her neck. It was the only thing that she was allowed to keep before she was kidnapped from her home. She didn't remember much about it though, due to the beatings.

She wondered what her real family was like, but as soon as she did, despair bubbled up inside her followed with a sense of loneliness. She heart ached for someone would actually care for her, even though she knew she didn't deserve it.

-

Time went by and Blaire became confused. It had to have been at least midnight by now, so why hadn't he come and beat her yet?

Sirens echoed from outside her room, nearing the apartment. Suddenly, a wave of tiredness washed over her and darkness etched her vision. The last thing she saw was a woman staring at her with a sympathetic look on her face.

-

Blaire woke up in an unfamiliar room and started panicking. The same woman walked into the room and took her in with pity on her eyes.

"Darling, do you know why you're here?"

Blaire stared at the woman with frightened eyes and shook her head as a no. Was she at a police department?

The woman took a deep breath before pulling out a piece of paper that looked like an official declaration.

"Mike Wellings, arrested for child abuse and is hereby sentenced to prison for 14 years followed by a death sentence."

Blaires heart almost stopped. Her big doe eyes widened and she processed this information. She was finally free! But where would she go from now?

The woman smiled as if she had read Blaires thoughts and said the words that Blaire thought she would never hear.

"While you were out cold, we took a few blood samples and managed to contact your biological family members. One of them called saying that they will be here to pick you up within the hour. Is that alright with you sweetheart?"

Blaire could do nothing but nod as she took everything in. She has a family. A real family. An adorable smile graced her face at the thought but was then replaced by fear. What if they were mean people just like Mike?

She was snapped out of her thoughts as the kind woman sadly smiled at her and said,

"I'm sorry that an innocent child like you had to go through such torture. I wish you the best of luck in your future with your real family."

With that, she took her leave, leaving Blaire behind alone in the waiting room.

Sleepiness once again overtook Blaire as she finally had an un-disturbed rest.