How to Survive as an Uneducated Peculiar

Dreams

A/N: Oh my god, I'm back again! Hey peoples! Here's chapter ten!!! A few things about this chapter in particular:

1. I have a headcanon that Horace can see people's  most notable experiences in his dreams. I'm going to use it with, guess who!

2. This chapter contains sexual abuse, child abuse, depression, and death. If you have any problems with the following, I advise you not to read past this paragraph.

3. Just a warning this chapter is going to be extremely dark and serious. It will also mainly be in 3rd person.

~~~~Horace's POV~~~~

After a long night of trick-or-treating, I plunked down onto my bed for a long night's rest. I closed my eyes and drifted into a nice slumber...

~~~~3rd Person~~~~

A young girl walked down the street. She appeared to be 13 or 14, with a small stature and red, flowing hair. She made her way into a drug store to pick up medication for her mother,and unbeknownst her, three men watched her.

They were large men, all above six feet and burly, clearly no size for the small teenage girl. She then emerged from the drug store, and one of the three men grabbed her.

She screamed, kicked, punched, and cried as he dragged her to the others, but no one heard her. He pulled her into a car and shoved her down. They all stared down at her, like predators to prey. She was beautiful, red shiny hair, big blue eyes, and a cute petite stature. She began to cry even more, knowing she was no match for the men.

One of the men brushed a piece of hair out of her face.

"What's your name, beautiful?" He asked her. She glared at him and said nothing.

"Honey, I'd say my name, or it'll only be worse." He whispered into her ear. She cried, defeated.

"Victoria" She said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Victoria." He repeated. "What a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl." She choked on her sobs as he began to graze his finger down to her hips and ripped her shirt off. 

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They had left her alone in the car, naked and abused. Every single one of them had their way with her, mentally scaring her for life. 

She had tried to fight back with one while he was undressing. She had bite his arm until it bled and tried to run away, but they caught her and beat her. She was still crying, not wanting to go home and face her mother and step-father. She wanted to talk to someone who would care for once, for they only seemed to care about her younger sister, Eliza. 

She had friends, good friends, but she didn't think they would understand. After all, they were only 13, 12, and 11. 

She finally decided it was time to leave the spot where she was forced to pleasure three men. She gathered up what was left of her clothes, and made her way home, to tell her mother what happened to the medicine.

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"Don't worry ma'am, he's in good hands. Take care." A young boy around the age of ten sat on the couch in his new foster mother's apartment. He didn't like the look of things. There was old pizza boxes piled up in the kitchen and a muggy smell in the air. He didn't trust it. Or her.

Once she closed the door, she turned to the boy and said,

"Okay, kid, I hope you know how to make Ramen, because that's the only thing we've got." She then left for her room, leaving the young boy to himself.