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Prologue: The Twisted Dream

       

I once thought I had a loving family, you know the ones that you envy for their perfection, with the loving mothers and fathers but I quickly learned that wasn't true. My mother was always so good to me, she would sing to me every night just to get me to fall asleep, she would always tell me how beautiful I was to her and how much she loved me. My older brother Ryan vowed to protect me no matter what, he always believed in me and in my dreams, told me I could do whatever my heart desired. My father, well my father was my knight and shining armor, I loved him with all my heart. In my eyes, he could never do anything wrong and I always thought I was his princess. People would always comment on how wonderful we were and how happy we looked, little did they know, little did I know that it was all just a picture to be framed on the wall.

I soon came to see the truth. A few weeks before I was to turn nine, that's when everything crumbled before my eyes. My brother had just told me he was leaving to go to some private school in New York and that he was going to be this big powerful man in the future, he always dreamed to have his own company. My brother is only five years older than me so it was okay for him to go at fourteen, he had dreams of his own and I wouldn't hold him back. He waited two days after my birthday to go and leave me with our parents.

I couldn't sleep that night knowing that my brother was going to be miles and miles away from me, from what I used to call home. So I went to see if my mother would lay down with me for few minutes just until I had fallen asleep, that's when I found out the truth. Mom and Dad were fighting, shouting and yelling profanities at each other, I guess they had assumed that I was asleep and that I wouldn't hear them, I don't know. Dad was calling her a whore and a slut, a bitch and so much more that I started to sob. When mom noticed me by the door of their room she told me that it was okay and to back to bed, but I couldn't, not when my dad was calling her such awful names. It wasn't until he turned around and noticed me that he grabbed me by the hair and told me to shut the hell up, that was his first offense against me. He said I was to be like my mother. I didn't understand what he meant, for I thought my mother was wonderful and beautiful.

That night was the first time my father slapped me. My mom begged him to let me go that I was just a child and that I had no blame for what happened. He grabbed her hair and dumped her on the bed and started to tear into her clothes and he used her for his own twisted ways in front of me, tears going down her face and she kept mouthing to me that she was just fine, it wasn't until I tried to pry him off her that she really started to sob. He pushed me away from him causing me to hit my head, I blacked out.

The next day he had acted like nothing was wrong, like he never hit me or abused my mother in front of me, as he has never laid a single hand on her. It was morning and I was getting ready to go to school, my mother was helping me get my stuff together, she wouldn't meet my eyes and she was barely able to move without something hurting her. When we got to the kitchen so that I can eat before school, dad had come downstairs kissing the bruise he had left on my cheek, one that matched the ones on my mother's face.

"Rose put some makeup on Amanda or something to cover the bruise on her pretty face." He told my mother like if he wasn't the one to give the bruise.

She did as told with such a sad and distant look in her eyes. Before she dropped me off at school she finally looked at me in the eyes and cried.

Ever since then my mother couldn't look at me and she would make sure I was asleep by a certain time. It wasn't until a few months after that incident, that I was coming home from school very happy to tell her that I had gotten an award for smartest kid in the fourth grade, that she had left me. I had looked for her everywhere in every room of the house, when I finally got to her closet, thinking she was playing hide and seek, I noticed all her clothes were gone and that she had even left me a note in my room. A note I never bothered to open, that night was the only time I have ever cried for her leaving me behind with my monster of a father.

Things didn't get better from there, as years went by my father got worse. Since my mother left I was used as his new personal punching bag and then from there when I finally had hit puberty, my breast grew and my hips got wider, my curves had developed. He had taken the one thing a father should never touch from his daughter. It became a somewhat daily routine to come into my bedroom late at night after having a few beers and force himself upon me. I try everything to keep him out, to never let him touch me but I've grown weaker and every time I do run or fight back he threatens to hurt Ryan, saying he knew where he was and I can't let my brother get hurt, I can't stop him from living his dream, I won't do that to him. It's not fair to him, I refuse to make him suffer as I have. I must've done something horrible in my past life to go through something like this and if that's the case then I'm horribly sorry.

I will be turning eighteen soon, I will be graduating soon, and that means I can get out, I can break free. I just need to get through high school, just one more year. That is if I live long enough.