Promise?

ONE.

KANANI POV:

I hate him.

My father is a terrible person.

Ever since I could walk I've been taking care of myself.

My mother died during birth and my father became my only parent figure.

My grandmother called me a miracle because I survived that illness while I was in my mother's womb.

While my father was gambling, My grandmother would watch over me.

My father became addicted to a lot of things after my mother passed, gambling being one of them.

One night, my father had to pay money when he lost bets. He didn't have it because he was broke as hell. So he told me we were going to the park and getting ice cream. Seven year old me was very excited so of course I agreed.

I remember it like yesterday.

Flashback

My daddy and I are going to go to the park and get ice cream! It's taking a while to get there though.

"Are we there yet?" Why is it taking so long!

"We're almost there. I'm taking you to a very special park."

"Yay!" I'm really excited now!

After like...thirty minutes?-I don't know how to tell time- but we stopped at a castle!

"Oh my gosh, daddy! It's a castle!" This was the surprise? It's even better than a park!

"We have to go inside and meet some... princesses, Okay?"

"Princesses?! Your the best daddy in the world!"

Daddy had a weird smile on his face before we got out of the car.

I guess he's excited too.

Once we got inside the castle, there were two big, scary men inside.

I looked at my daddy but he just stared at me, no emotion crossed over his face. I guess they're the princess's bodyguards. The man standing next to him handed him two big stacks of money. My daddy smiled and walked outside of the house.

"Wait, daddy what about the princess?" I went to go get him but one of the bodyguards grabbed me by my wrist.

"Daddy, Daddy help!" I'm calling him but he won't move. He turned around and smiled at me. That same weird smile. Then drove away once he was in the car.

"Get off of me! It hurts." they were really strong. I saw a red door that the were dragging me towards.

End of flashback

I remember them both using vibrators on me, touching me and hitting me.

I remember crying and screaming until my voice was gone.

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I've been locked in this room for years. Only eating when needed because they wanted me to stay in shape.

I started cutting when I was twelve and that's been a thing I can do whenever because they never caught me or found the broken piece of glass I found when they hit me with glass bottles.