New Life

Chapter 1

⚠️TW⚠️

Allison's Pov-

I need to escape. I need out. I can't breathe. I can't think. Where is my mom?

"Mom!"

"Mother!"

"Mo-"
"Shut up bitch!"

I slam my mouth shut and I bite down on my tongue to stop from crying out again.

I'm in the basement. Or torture room. I just woke up in here after he knocked me out.

I know I was out because I was asking for mom. My mother has been dead for 2 years now, I saw her die.

But she is the only good memories I have, so the only decent dreams I have, are of her.

I am roughly snapped out of my thoughts when he slaps me across my face.

My head gets whipped to the side, but I make no noise, any noise would just get me into more trouble, I don't even remember if I did anything wrong today.

Is it even 'today' anymore, I don't know how long I've been out.

He grabbs my hair and throws my head into the wall, I bite my tongue to hold back a groan.

He punches me in the stomach which makes me double over, before he kicks me from behind and sends me sprawling on the ground.

He kicks me a couple of times with his iron-like boots, before I hear his footsteps fade away.

I slowly look up, only to look back down. He is walking back over, but this time he has a cup in hand.

I try and cover my face, before the boiling hot water is poured on me. I can't help myself and I let out a slight scream as the water burns my skin.

He comes back a few seconds later and flips me onto my stomach. He uses a knife to cut my shirt off, before he grabs his knife a starts to carve into my skin.

It feels like eternity till he is done. When he finally pulls the knife from my back, he stands up and kicks me in the stomach a couple more times.

I wait for his footsteps to fade away for good this time, before I open my eyes and turn onto the side that doesn't have probably broken ribs.

I lay on my side and stare at the ceiling.

I forgot to say, but hi, I'm Allison Luna West. I love my full name, partly because it's pretty, but also because it reminds me that I'm not related to him.

I am 11 ish, I think. I was never told my birthday, but also because I didn't know I had one so I never asked.

I sigh of relief when I hear the front door slams closed. That means that sir won't be back for the next couple of hours.

Sir's real name is Arron Matthews, but he has forced me to call him sir since when I first met him. Sir is technically my step-dad, but I will never think of him as my father, because he isn't, and he never will be.

You may be wondering how I got stuck in this predicament, well that takes a bit of a story time.

My earliest memories are from when I was 4. I very clearly remember first meeting Sir.

No, my mother did not choose to marry him. She told me when I got older that I did have a dad and brothers out there somewhere, but when I was only 6 months old, some random guy kidnapped my mom and I from our home.

My mom was kept in a cell for 4 years, until sir, came into the cell one day and forced himself on her. Then he left. He came back the next day with a guy that I didn't know.