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Mikah

A/N: Yo... So um guys, I have absolutely no idea what to write. I'm so busy and stuff so I probably won't post until 2 weeks from now the 1st chapter. I have a lot of Honor classes that are taking up time. Please be patient. But Chapter 1 is really good and there's sooooooo much that happens. Okay so thanks for reading. Any tip/recommendations/comments are welcomed. Bye for tonight! -Coffee •~•

   Sup... I'm Mikah. Um well I'm a dude... Obviously. Im what most people call... A "bad boy". Or at least that what everyone thinks I am. I don't have a bad reputation but I think it's the clothes... Yeah probably. I wear hand me down army jackets, black combat boots and washed up jeans that haven't really ever been washed. And the fact that I'm adopted and have that street kid look doesn't help much. Oh yeah... Haha I'm adopted. Well at least that's what my bastard of a father tells me everyday. I live in a hell hole... No I'm serious... It's hell. And my so called father is the devil himself. Why... Cuz' he's a drunk old man who can't keep a woman happy. My mom died giving birth and I was thrown into the system until some family decided they wanted a baby boy. Short after to my dismay the kind woman who had wanted me died. She had died when I was 6. I was left with her husband. Then the old man remarried shortly after. My step mother had already 2 daughters when they married. Alex was 5 at the time and Isabella was 3. But the "happy couple" didn't last long. She was a stripper who was into drugs and a few months later she got a better offer with another man. And she had left her 2 of her daughters in the care of a pervert, who reeked of booze and had the biggest beer gut. After my step mother had left, the old man got bad... Really bad. He blamed me and thinks I'm the reason his wife left. Pathetic. At first, he would just slap me around and stuff. Then one night things went wrong... That's when my hell started.
I had turned 7 and my sister where with me baking a cake. Then the old man came barging in, smelling of beer. He was really drunk, he could barely stand.
"W-what the hell do ya think ya doing, pansy? Don't fucking tell me your baking a fucking cake. What?" He yelled at me.
"Nothing, s-s-ssir!" I quivered, trying to keep calm.
"Ha that's what I thought... You better not, ya-ya little shit! I-I won't have a gay fagot under my roof... Ya understand?!" He always knew how to hurt me.
"Yes sir!" I yelled.
"Tell your sister to come over here... I said go get your sister!" I was freaking out... I didn't want them near the bastard. "Come here, princess. Ha c-come sit on ya daddy's leg." He stuttered. I could see the fear in her eyes. Alex was scared and so was I.
"S-sir... They have school tomorrow. And they need to sleep early." I tried not to piss myself.
"Wh-at do ya just say, shit!" He stood up, barely. "Oh do you real-ly think you can do whatever you want. Well I'm gonna teach you a lesson!!" He yelled at me. I ran to get the girls in there room.
   "Alex and Isabella get in the room and lock it! Don't open it no matter what, understand. Please don't open it!!! I'll be fi-" I then felt the bastard grab my hair.
   "S-so ya want to take there place. It won't be much fun with ya... Who cares! You want to be a little bitch that's fine. I'm gonna teach ya a lesson, you little bitch!" He then grabbed my shirt and ripped it apart. He then tore away at my shorts and boxers, leaving me naked. "W-well since ya want to be a princes-ss we have to dress ya up as one!" He went to the dirty laundry and grabbed my sisters underwear, bra and dress. "Here put 'em on." I was so scared that all I could do was obey. "Here this will help you... It'll make you pretty." He had put red lipstick on me. "Dance... Dance, you shit! I want you to dance for me!!" And then that's when he got my hand and pinned me down. He... He then started kissing my neck... And he didn't let me go. He started taking the underwear off.
"AGHH... PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T!! I don't want to... PLEASE!" I screamed and yelled but he didn't care. All I could do was be helpless. But he started to breathe heavily, almost if he was too tired to continue.
"Boy... Your lucky I'm tired or else. Don't ever disrespect me EVER AGAIN! You got it, you little bitch." And with that he let go of me. I ran screaming to my room. I showered and cried all night. I couldn't let the girls see what he had done.
I stormed into my room crying. I swore to protect those girls... No, I will protect anyone from unhappiness and from feeling like shit. No one deserves to feel the way I had.