Chapter 1
*Mackenzie POV* (Mackenzie is the main character)
"Stop struggling you bitch!" he yelled in my ear. His hand covered my mouth, muffling the sounds of help coming from it. I tried screaming again but his hand got in the way of that, so it just came out muffled again. He grabbed a knife that was laying on the table beside us. He slid it up and down, making little cuts up and down my back. I felt the blood trickle out and quickly run down my back, and onto my never-been-washed pants. I was wearing wearing a tank top that was way to small for me. It's pink coloring had faded, and was replaced by dry blood, and spilled alcohol. I also was wearing the small, tight pants, that smelled of alcohol, smoke, pee and poop. (you know, because she wasn't potty trained when she was younger!) I tried to struggle but his grip tightened on my wrists and he took out a longer, sharper knife. He used this on me when he wanted to rape..... or kill me...again. And yes I mean again. He once stabbed me right near the heart, almost killing me, until the police arrived. I tried staying still but it was hard. "Do you want to struggle again?" he asked , running the knife up and down my neck, his alcoholic breath sent shivers up my spine as it was on my neck. I shook my head frantically, letting him know I'm not going to struggle again. He chuckled, not letting the knife leave my neck. My 'dad' got out a gun from a dresser drawer and shot a warning shot, missing my head by an inch. I started to squeal, but then soon regretted it because he was walking over to me, his stubby index finger on the trigger. He brushed my hair back and his hands started making their way down my body. Before he could get anywhere, I heard the all too familiar police and ambulance siren. I heard a car door slam and then someone knocking down the front door. My 'dad' quickly grabbed me and his weapons, and moved us to the corner of the room. He put a gun to my head to let the police know he'd shoot if he had to. The police searched the whole house until they reached the room me and Joe (her dad) were in. They drew their weapons at him. "Joe give us the little girl and drop your weapons!" I saw a policeman say. Joe just gripped me tighter, not wanting to let me go a 2nd time. The police shot at him and I flinched as they whizzed past me. I opened my eyes to see that his arm was shot and he could no longer hold me as tight. I got out of his grip and ran to a police woman, hugging her as she picked me up, and lead me to an ambulance while they took me to a hospital. They covered and cleaned some of the cuts on my back and neck, and others were too deep and needed stitches. When I got to the hospital they put me in a wheelchair, not that I needed one, and lead me to a quiet room, where the doctor looked at my cuts and bruises. They transferred me into another room for my stitches and I lay down on a bed. I felt a pain go into my neck and back and then I felt nothing. After about 20 minutes, they were done and I walked into a waiting room. Somebody immediately approached me and said "Hi I'm Penny, and I'll be taking you to the orphanage!"
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(A/N) Hey guys thanks for reading!!!!!!!! it means alot to me you raging sloths! im gonna call you guys that from now on:) anyways a thing you should know about me is im...........RANDOM AS FUCK!!!!! i might also swear a little bit;) anyways the second chapter will be up in a week or less....something like that! so buh bye my raging sloths:):)
-Kaitlyn:)
