Finding Home

Present Days

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Wake up, cook, clean, get beat, cook, clean, get beat, cook, get beat, sleep. My daily routine, every morning I get bread crumbs and every night I get raw meat which I have to cook and eat no matter how gross it is our how little. My mother beats me, she won't tell me why exactly, im not allowed to talk or to be talked to. Be good they say, listen they say, be quiet they say, clean you worthless piece of dirt they say. What they don't know is that I'm planning to fight back, one day I'll escape. I'm working out when I can I'm don't stronger. I just have to wait for the right time, so I can run. I desperately need to get away from this hellhole. Ever since my older sister left to go live on her own it's gotten worse, not just there beatings but everything. I have no one who loves me that I can talk to, I can't even talk period now. It's 8:00pm I need to be getting to bed, I have to wake up at 4 to cook so I can clean at 5:30 so I can take my bread crumbs and wait in my room until it's time for a beating.

"Get back here b*tch!!" I hear her yelling but I keep running faster, farther away from the jail cell I was forced to call home. I see a small building, I think it's called a shop or something like that. I run in unable to breath. Firm strong
hands grab me and pull me to a corner.
"What's wrong angel" I can't answer, I can't even breath.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My alarm wakes me from my dream. I've been having the same exact dream every night ever since I can remember. Every time it gets a little longer. This time I almost saw his face. I get up and go downstairs to make the royal assess their royal ass breakfast. They think their royalty cause my older sister is dating a famous singer named Chase Manard. He's really sweet I've met him once but he seemed nice. Him and my sister have been together 2 years. Im surprised their not married yet. Anyway I get to making crapes and a fruit bar for my "mom" and "sister." And get cleaning on there kitchen dining room and living room, scrubbing floors and windows. Im like a modern day bad-ass Cinderella. Unlike the real Cinderella im not afraid to fight back and my mom and sisters aren't my step sisters and step mom, and I don't have a dad, and I have 1 sister that still loves me...I think.

On my way up to the attic I see my little sister also know as the devils desendence. She's a classic spoiled b*itch little sister.
"Watch out hoe"she spits at me.
"Sorry didn't see you there tiller." I sass back. Yes I know it's not clever but a hoe and tiller are both garden tools and it pissess her off a lot so it works.
"Looks like someone is getting an extra beating tonight"she says back coldly.
"Good I was starting to think you didn't care about me anymore" I walk away slamming my door making sure to wake up my mom if she wasn't already up. I sit there drawing and singing, if I listen hard enough I can hear our neighbors music. Im not gonna say I wasn't crying cause I was. I act all tough just so it doesn't look like their torture affects me, but it does. I have really bad depression and anxiety. All I want is someone to hold me close and protect me and love me. I hear footsteps coming so I put away my sketch book and stop singing. The door fly's open and my "mom" comes in with a whip and a metal bar. She grabs me by my hair and draggs me downstairs to the basement where no one can hear my cries. My sister is waiting she never does anything but she watches smiling the whole time, she's so sick for a teenage girl, she's so young. I get tied up in my usual place and I get whipped for there first time. "Ahhhhh" I cry as I see blood slash across the floor.
"Looks like your not so tough b*tch"she laughs as my cries weaken throughout rude torture it lasted 1 hour and 1/2 this time. It normally lasts 30 to 45 minutes if I'm really lucky, 3 hours at the most.

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