Broken...

I hope you loves like this, I need a little scary/abusive book so here it is! This idea just came to me and Bam! It's been done^-^

Enjoy*

K~Rose

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Broken...

That's the word that comes to your mind when you think of me...

A worthless girl who is pathetic...

Well then your Right...

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I wipe the blood from my lip tasting the salt from my tears running down my face. I stand up from the bathroom floor wiping the blood on my t-shirt.

I hear my raging foster parents before I see them. A fist connects to my jaw before I can do anything. I'm knocked to the ground feeling a kick jab right into my stomach. I swallow my scream knowing it will only get worse.

They kick until I spit up blood before being punched in my throat. Tears stain my face but I'm silent, fearing what they will do if I cry in pain.

"What time is it?"

I swallow my breath, speaking slowly "It's s-seven thirty?" I feel a kick to my stomach again. My foster mother speaks "Awe, poor Gabriella can't get her way, well to bad!" She screams before smashing my face into the tile with her shoe.

I let the darkness consume me wanting to die. Wanting to be forgotten. And most of all wanting to be loved....

They leave me their bleeding hopelessly, my eyes flutter open, I hear the door slam. Knowing I'm safe I scream from the antagonizing pain. I try to get up but I can't even lift my head,I let my head down slamming it into the tile.

It's been four hours I slowly get up knowing it will be much worse. I limp to the mirror trying to look more presentable before my foster parents have their kids come home for God knows what time.

I brush the tangles from my blonde hair making it tumble down my back. My one eye is bruised, I put a cold washcloth on it letting the swelling die down. My blue eyes are filled with fear. The tan skin on my face has a ghostly pale to it. My tan arm and legs look dark from having to sit long hours doing the gardening in the hot summer days. The bruises slowly form everywhere I lift my shirt and see a huge Black and purple bruise from where I was kicked. I close my eyes knowing I'm going to have to try and cover these all up. Here is the thing I didn't do anything to deserve this.

I limp out of the bathroom not trusting my legs. I make it to my small wooden room. Things weren't always like this, it was after my foster mother had miscarriages and I think they blame me. I strip out of my clothes trying to find something presentable I find a purple old school girl dress that probably my foster mother wants me to wear. It's a turtleneck long-sleeved ankle height dress. I pull it on carefully not to touch the painful bruises.

Finished I make sure the bruises on my neck and face are covered. I walk down the two flight of stairs before walking into the kitchen to make a special dinner. I end up cooking a spice filled moist chicken. Homemade corn and peas and a salad with homemade dressing. I place the plates and silverware on the table fixing them so it's perfect. I put out homemade iced tea and wine.

A/N lol I am a vegetarian I don't even eat meat, anyways enjoy

I hear the front door open I start to grow terrified I pull up the turtleneck more. My foster mothers laugh rings through the huge house. It sounds like a happy home until you see what it's really like.

They walk into the kitchen seeing me. My foster mother starts to panic silently "She banged her face when she fell down the stairs um anyways this is Gabriella" I bow my head respectfully. Knowing my eyes are filled with the fear.

I figure out she has three children, a very gentle daughter who looks at me with sympathy. A very broad son who has a hint of softness. And another son who looks about my age. The daughter speaks first with a huge southern accent "Oh my, isn't she just cute as darling as a daisy!" My foster mother try's to hide her petrified face. I give a little smile to the daughter. "Oh I'm Cassandra this is Rick and that one is Harper. She points to the broad son as Rick, and the one who looks like my age as Harper. I smile distantly to each of them.

All three observe me trying to tell if I really fell down the stairs. I shift from foot to foot realizing I sprained my right foot I swallow a scream a tear rolls down my face, I wipe at it. My foster mother rather quickly says "Well, let us excuse Gabriella and enjoy our dinner" annoyance shines through her eyes and the fake smile she's wearing is growing wearily. I nod not wanting to have a problem but Cassandra grabs my hand before I can walk any further my sprained foot screaming pain with every step.

"Why can't Gabriella stay, she is family too" she says as she brings me toward the table to sit down. My mother nods prevention clear in her eyes.

I stay silent not trusting my voice nor the pain. Harper keeps looking at my every movement debating something. My foster mother comes up with an excuse "Gabriella didn't finish her chores and keeps disobeying me, I think a piece of bread and some water is well deserved" the lie rolls off her tongue with ease. I feel like a slave so I just nod, making my way out to go cry in my room.

Cassandra looks at me with sadness in her eyes. I look away. Once I'm out of eye sight I limp up the stairs a voice startles me "Are you okay?" I turn my head to see Harper. I nod slightly before resuming up the stairs. I feel a warm hand on my back I gasp in shock almost falling down the whole flight of stairs. I regain footing just wanting to get to bed and relax from once again a painful horrific day. "Here let me help you" I put my hands up and a I'm okay gesture. "So how did you really get all bruised up?" My brain mentally shuts down, does he know? What if they find out?...