Mirabelle.
Of incredible beautiful. How ironic.
Something so meaningful to some women are just as useless to others; just as horrible. Most mothers and fathers love their children unconditionally.
Most.
Unfortunately, Mirabelles parents were the ones who found their children useless. Her father found some use out of his young daughter but for his son, nothing. To him his son, his own blood, was just a waste of space. However, the young man was the lucky one. He didn't have to go through what his young sister had to.
Four years old. She was only four when her father struck her for the first time. Her brother, at the time, was eight. He was also being abused. He had no control over it though. He did not get to take punishments for Mirabelle and Mirabelle could not take punishments for him.
All they could do was watch and pray.
Michael, Mirabelles brother, was kept in a small room with a mattress and a sheet while Mirabelle was raped, tortured, and mistreated.
Small circular burn marks littered the small girls frame. Bruised and broken was what she was.
She refused to speak to anyone resulting in beatings. She kept her eyes low and her head down.
She spent fourteen years in a home with her brother, mother and father.
Her mother was a drug addict. Heroine was her favorite; along with meth and marijuana. Her father was also an addict. His favorite was cocaine. Both adults were unemployed and making money off of selling drugs and their daughter.
Many nights for Mirabelle contained physical and mental abuse. She was often raped and beaten or just locked in a room. Cuts, bruises and scars covering the majority of her body were clear indications of child abuse. The odd thing about this situation was that she was not starved. She was a healthy weight. She was appealing to men.
----------------------------------------------
I know this is very short and not that good but please continue ready if you like stories similar to this one!! I really appreciate it thank you so much 💕
Next chapter will be much longer and it will not be narration only! 😊
YOU ARE READING
Anguish and Agony |h.s|(editing)
Fanfiction"Someone needs to be punished, I think." He said menacingly. I let out a whimper as his large hand clutched my upper arm. He yanked me over to the bed and pushed me down. I was now laying on my stomach sobbing, feeling more pathetic than ever. I t...
