In Love With The Girl Of Scars {IN LOVE SERIES #1}

Chapter 1 - Being A Mistake

   "Cambridge, to Boston; lives in a world she's lost in"

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   Darkness, it's all what can be seen for miles, although in reality it's only a few feet. A few feet can change a view. A few feet can change one's feelings, emotions, everything that they experience, and for me, it's nothing.

  Day after day, hour after hour, I sit and wait for it. The pain I receive everyday from them. The ones that are brooding and ruthless, the ones that have no heart. The ones that I call The Owners. Every night, they come. I can always hear their footsteps on the buckling wood above, coming towards the basement where I'm kept. Kept away from the light, the sun, the public.

When they come, they drag me reluctantly out of my cell. The cell that is only a few feet by a few feet. They beat me, torture me, force me to do things. They're wretched, horrifying, every word in the dictionary that describes madness.

  I stare out the bars that keep me in. My eyes flicker, left to right, as they pick up nothing but caliginosity and vacant space. I lean my head back against the concrete foundation of the basement, a sudden chill running up my spine, leaving me covered in goosebumps.

A single traitor tear falls down my cheek, but I'm not fund to wipe it away. I feel my eyes dilate as light floods the stairwell, the hinges on the door creaking, making me involuntarily cringe. I move to the corner in the cell, tucking my body away from her as she comes down the stairwell, her light steps clapping against the rusted wood.

  I tuck my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, trembling as tears begin to roll, one after another. My body aching for food, water, energy. I ache all over from the last beating, the one that will leave scars. The one that was the most painful out of all the ones I've received in the past.

"Come here, Addie," she whispers in a sickly sweet tone as the lights in the basement flicker on, revealing her figure at the cage door of my cell. I shudder at her being, her long blonde hair tied back, her plump face painted over with a look of relief, her cold, dark eyes, focused on me as she gazes at me deeply. She may appear lovely and kind, but looks can be deceiving, and with this woman, she's everything but that, the exact opposite of it.

"Come to the door," she demands, her tone subtle.

I don't move, I stay in my spot, my long brunette hair free falling around my slim and pale figure, dangling from my head, shielding my face as I stare down at the ground.

"I'm not going to tell you again, Adeline! Come here now!" I shuffle towards her, slowly, painfully. She grabs hold of my arm, yanking me up on my buckling knees, her harsh grasp leaving my skin to burn when she let's go. I crumble to the concrete floor, my arms cushioning my fall.

  I hear a low chuckle, one that always manages to turn my blood cold. He comes into the light, stepping behind his wife, gazing down at me, a sinister grin plastered on his face. He's sporting a pair of ripped denim jeans, a dark black jacket hanging around his shoulder blades. 

  A sudden ache spreads from my chest as the heel of his shoe jabs me. I cry out in pain, my voice hoarse and unsettling. The pain speeds like a rapid inferno as he does it again, thrusting his foot into my stomach. I feel my chest constricting as he kicks my diaphragm, knocking the wind out of me.

  Everything around me becomes blurry, the echoes of distant voices linger in the air, they're laughing, laughing at me, only me.

I cough, but all what comes out is empty breaths. I heave for air, but none comes, my lungs feel confined as I try to move, but nothing but a sharp pain from my back comes, overflowing my receptors. I let out a whimper, and stay still, nausea taking over me.

"This is what you get...for not cooperating," his voice echoes, rasp and firm. He kneels down to my side, harshly placing his thumb and index finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"This is what you get...for being a mistake," he withdraws his hand, then slapping my face, my head flying to the side, my body falling limp.

I don't know how much more I can handle, before I give out. Before I fall asleep and never wake again. I don't know how much more I can deal with this.

If only my father didn't leave.

If only my mother didn't pass away.

I wish...

I wish for them, someone to help me. But I know, no matter how hard I pray, it will never come.

After all, I am a mistake.

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