Chapter 2/ Part 3
"Daniel, DANIEL!" a shrill voice called out in the distance.
"What!?" I groaned.
"Dad said that we needed to clean the house since some of his friends that are coming over."
"Did he touch you in any way?"
"Yes"
The grocery shopping and Caiden dying was in the past. Their mother died the very day they went grocery shopping. It had been 3 years since then. Daniel is 17, 18 in a few days. Aya is 16, her birthday was a few days ago.
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Daniel's POV
After our mother died everything had gone to shit. And by everything I mean everything. Aya and I are beaten, raped, and starved. We are both skinny little twigs that barely survived.
Our father barely cared whether we were alive or not. He fed us once a week, and we slept in the same room on the same old dingy mattress that we have slept on for three years.
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My Colorful Prison
Teen FictionAya is one of the most shy girls you will meet in this small town. She always puts up with everything that everyone does. That is until Leo comes back into town. Thats when shit gets really stirred up. Romance/ Teen Fiction
