Part 1

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TW: Abuse (mental and a little physical), and some sexual stuff

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I stood in front of my floor-length mirror, staring at my self and wondering how I was related to two of the most beautiful women.

Slowly I put my curly black hair into a plan bun, leaving two strands on each side to frame my face. My lips, dried and cracked, my body slim, and had barley any curves. my pink tank top wore out from wearing it to much. I knew i should as mother for a new one but she'd probably just yell at me again. My white skirt a bit snug and a bit short, all though it did cover what it needed to, but I knew better than to complain. I sigh as I stare at my plain boring self in the mirror. My right blue eye glimmering dimly, while my left amber brown eye looked plain.

From my bed I could see my phone screen light up, quickly I walk towards my phone.

Unknown: well aren't you so beautiful in that skirt.

Startled I dropped my phone. Who just texted me?

"Dilura!" a voice screamed from the downstairs. I sigh, once again I had managed to do something that had upset my mother. I slowly walk down the narrow stairs towards my mother. Mother had her light brown hair pulled into a elegant bun, some pieces of her hair curled framing her beautiful face. Once again wondering how I was her daughter.

"Yes mama?" I spoke softly, careful to not give a single ounce of attitude.

"Why are you borrowing one of your sisters outfits?" she screamed her rage full of rage. I wince.

"I didn't.." I whisper. From behind mother, i can see a light brunette girl grinning from ear to ear. Daryna. She was a carbon copy of mother from her looks to her temper. She was always trying to do something to get me in trouble..

Mother raised her hand, and smacked my face. My hand raises to my cheek, a tear slips down my face.

"Go to your room. All you ever do is lie," he mother hissed, her words twisting with venom. "Your a disgrace to this family," her words dug deep into me. Tears slipped down my cheek, as I nodded my head, before slowly walking back up to my room. Every night was always the same Mother berating me for something i never did. And father was never around. And when he was he'd stand up for me but of course once again he wasn't. So I was on my own.

I had to do something, I couldn't stand the constant berating from my mother and sister. I slip my feet into a pair of worn out white converse and set to work. Slowly, I start throwing things into a backpack. Some clothes, snacks and a charger. I yanked on my sweatshirt pulling it over my bear shoulders. I grab the change from my change jar that i had saved, before slowly climbing down my window.

I push my legs as far as I could. I had to go. Tears streamed down my face as I ran. Money jingling in my pocket.

"A ticket to Oregon," I mumble at the person at the desk giving them all my money. My bag swinging on my shoulder.

"Aren't you a little young to be traveling by yourself?" The woman asked me as her blue eyes studied me.

"I-I'm visiting my Aunt Delythena," I quickly lie, my right hand tugging on my raven-black hair. The woman just nodded and handed me a ticket. "Thank you," I mumble.

I jump on the train, terror filling my body, as I look all around but nobody is nearby. I nervously bite my lip as I take a seat in the back compartment, looking our the window.

Ping.

My heart races as I slowly read the message, hoping it wasnt from my mother.

UNKNOWN:"I wish I was biting those lips"

What the fuck. How did this person know I was biting my lips? Quickly I look around my heart racing. I decided to give a little show.. the train was really dark so no one could see what I was doing. I slowly trace my hand up my white skirt..

another ping

UNKNOWN: "don't fucking tease me"

My lips pull into a smirk as I don't stop, willing my hand to going higher.

UNKNOWN: "fuck Dilura don't mess with me."

I smirk pulling the skirt up a bit revealing my panties. The shuffle of foot steps fill the compartment.

"I told you not to mess with me," a voice groaned, hot breath on my shoulder. I feel my cheeks start to heat up, slowly turning around to see a beautiful tall red haired man behind me. His fluffy hair covering his face.

"meu amore," his voice crisp in my ear, my heart flutters in my chest, as i quickly remove my hands from my skirt. "you don't know how much you affect me," he whispered, as his lips touched my shoulder, I let out a little moan, my hands quickly rush towards my mouth.

"Oh meu amore," his voice sent shivers up my spine.

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A/N I will try to write as much as i can and publish as much as I can. i hope you enjoy.

Word count:900

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