Once there was a 14 year old girl named Alyson Anetta Du'Fleur. She had long curly jet black hair that fell down her back and light crystal blue eyes.
She lived with her Aunt Rose, Uncle Jon and cousins Dianne, Bethany and Lynn. Rose and Jon both had frizzy blonde hair, tanned skin and dark green eyes.
Dianna, Bethany and Lynn were mini versions of there mother but with ugly orange freckles all over there face.
Dianna was 15, Bethany was 12 and Lynn was 7.
Alyson's family was mean.
They felt she was responsible for her parents death and didn't want her.
She had lived with them since she was ten years old and they have hated her since.
Her father and mother were Adonis Rapael Du'Fluer and Acadia Rachelle Anderson-Du'Fleur.
Adonis had the same light crystal blue eyes Ayson had but with red hair.
Acadia was the one who gave Alyson her long curly black hair, but she had sweet milk chocolate brown eyes.
Alyson's parents had always been kind to her, until that fatal day.
It had been Alyson's seventh birthday, and she REALLY wanted a cake from her favorite sweet store 'Captian Ice-cream'
Acadia, not remembering a cake, rushed out to the store getting in a horrible accident.
She died an hour later from her injuries.
Adonis blamed Alyson.
He said she would have never been driving if Alyson didn't want the cake so badly.
He started to beat Alyson.
Sometimes, He beat her SO hard that she needed to got to the hospital in emergency.
This usually happened twice a month, but sometimes he wouldnt let her go.
No one blamed Adonis for his daughers 'accidents'
They told themselves that she DID really brake her arm falling down the stairs and she DID really get those burns straighting her hair.
Adonis Du'Fleur was the best donater to the hospital, they didn't want that to stop.
On the anniversary of his wife's death, Alyson's 10th birthday, Adonis commited suicide, jumping off a bridge.
Uncle Jon believed it was Alyson's fault for this too.
The only person who ever REALLY understood Aly was her brother, Brock.
Brock Denver Du'Fleur.
Brock had his father's red frizzy brown hair and his aunt's dark green eyes.
Brock was a saint.
Loved everyone he met and they loved him back.
There was something about him that lit up the room and made everyone smile.
Sadly, Brock died of leukemia when Alyson was 6 and he was 9.
It was completly devistating.
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End of chapter 1
