I was adopted by Bentley when I was just at the age of thirteen after the police finally caught my so-called father doing to me what he had been doing for years.
Something that I never wanted to tell anybody.
Something that I was ashamed of.
Something that no father should ever do to his daughter; but it was too bad it happened to me.
Something that I wished my mother had been able to stop; but it was too bad she was dead.
Something that caused what I had thought to be my family to be taken away.
Something that I wish I could have stopped before it was too late.
Something that a young girl at the young age of from six to thirteen should have never experienced.
Something that made me wish I was dead.
I was happy now though. Or, well, as happy as someone like me could be.
I have a brother now, also. Slane. He's my age and he was also adopted by Bentley, though at an earlier age of only seven.
Slane's previous life is a story for another time.
It's not my story to tell.
All I can tell you is that his life wasn't much better than mine.
And that he's normally a complete asshole.
Some days, though... He can be the best guy out there.
It's like a split personality.
And some days it scares Bentley and myself...
Now that I was living with my new father I didn't wake up in the middle of the night as much anymore, due to the fear that I would be ripped from my bed and have just a little bit more of the purity I had left taken away. What am I thinking - there's nothing pure about me anymore. But I wish I was. If I had any choice, I would still be pure. What had happed to me was never willing on my part.
I still woke in the middle of the night due to nightmares though. I could still see him; my father.
Him standing over me with his buddies, ready and happy to take away a little more of my sanity, childhood, and heart from me. All for a small cost, of course. That's what he did. That's how he made a living; he sold me off, often.
He was in the middle of doing just that when the police broke into our home, armed and ready.
They ripped him off of my trembling body.
They took him away by force, of course.
Why would he want to leave?
He's been in prison ever since.
Apparently he's also being questioned whether or not he was the one who killed my mother.
I hope he rots in hell.
