Take Me Away

Push Pins and Needles

Oh my carrots! Im soooo sorry guys for not updating but my stupid phone deleted the entire chapter and I had to start fresh. On the bright side I got more ideas in the noggin ;) Haha well this chapter the reader will be able to see Nicole's everyday life but it will go deeper so pay close attention and don't fall asleep! Kidding now I'll quit "talking" and let you read the story (: Also, I would like to thank @SandraGanator for the amazing trailer. This chapter is dedicated to her so ENJOY!! ******************************************************************************************************

Sore.

Extremely sore.

I woke up feeling nauseous. As I try to to sit up I look out of the old broken window and saw the sun barely coming into view. Us having no electricity for automatic clocks or well mostly anything, I believe it's 4:30 in the morning.

My bare feet make contact with the cold wooden floor making me shiver. I started with my morning chores starting with the bathroom.

I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to let it out.

A yellow orange ish liquid came up my throat. After vomiting for about 20 seconds I felt much better.

Ugh I hate vomiting! It probably was the leftover fish that belonged to Aunt Beatrice.

" You f****** whore! Look what you did, you better clean this mess right now before I beat your ugly ass!!"

Aunt Beatrice came into the room kicking me in the stomach. Slaps being thrown everywhere. I became terrified when she grabbed me from behind of my head, pulling my hair and jamming my face into the toilet.

A cold, gooey substance made contact with my face. After that foot steps faded away and I sat there with vomit all over my face. I felt so humiliated. I just wanted to stay in here. Finally, I got up and got an old rag from inside a bucket and wiped my face. I again commenced my chores acting like nothing had happened.

I finished at 7:00 a.m. I beat my record. YAAAAY!

Now it was time for breakfast, the most horrible meal of the day.

"F****** LITTLE BASTARDS!! EAT YOUR F***** BREAKFAST!"

I can't stand her insulting my brothers like that.

I watched my brothers timidly walking to the kitchen without saying a word. My eyes began to water but I refused to let the tears come out.

My brothers devoured the food, stuffing their faces with scraps of unwanted food that even a dog would refused to eat. I flinched when Aunt Beatriz threw a plate with scraps of meat on the floor in my direction.

"Eat up you stinkin rat."

I bent down and started stuffing my face like mad. Everyday I had to eat breakfast  like a dog, from the floor and every time she would have a smirk on her face, watching me humiliate myself.

John came into the room, hungover of course. Stumbling, he sat on a wooden chair waiting for his breakfast. He stared down at me exploring every part of my body with his eyes. I felt disgusting inside. I tried to eat as fast as I could but I couldn't. The food would come back up. After what seemed like 20 minutes, I got up to wash the dirty dishes. Unfortunately, John and I finished breakfast at the same time. Aunt Beatriz had just left the room when  I felt strong hands wrap themselves around my waist. I tried to squirm away but his grip was tight on me. I could smell his bad breath breathing on my neck.

"John could you give me a hand with this?"

John let go of his grip when he heard Aunt Beatriz's "kind" voice.