Fifty Shades of Steele **Book 1** (Completed)

Prologue

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The Rodger crack den and whorehouse is Detroit's biggest problem. It is also the most violent one in town. Randy and Jenna Rodger ran this crack den and about three and a half years ago, this sick married couple brought a beautiful little girl called Anabelle into the world. Little Anabelle has the lovelies wavy brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes you will ever see on a cute little girl.

Jenna and Randy, are both bad alcoholics and drug users, so they would go on their drug highs and take their high ideas out on little defenseless Anabelle and in so abuse poor little Anabelle very badly. Randy would take a twisted wire hanger and heat it white hot and burn little Anabelle with it, on her chest, stomach, and back. Sending her yelling and screaming in agony to her mother who would just laugh at her when she ran to Jenna for protection.

After a few weeks when Anabelle's burn scabs would heal and a few weeks later Randy would burn her on the same almost healed burn scabs again. When the whole process would start all over again. Leaving sunk in holes on Anabelle's perfect marble skin. Then some nights Randy would rock up at the house so drunk that he would beat Jenna and Anabelle with his double folded belt and hit the living daylights out of both of them. It was one late Saturday evening while Anabelle was fast asleep when a loud gunshot noise woke her.

Anabelle got up crying, rubbing her eye holding her blanket to her chest in search of her mother. Later that night Randy came home in a drunken stupor from a nearby bar and found Jenna dead on the living room floor in a pool of her own blood. Anabelle just sat with her mother, holding her little yellow blanket crying sitting on the floor next to her dead mother. Randy reached down and hit Anabelle so hard across her little face that her head thumps on the floor making Anabelle cry even harder.

'You little bitch. You whine just like your whore of a mother.' He said turned around and stumbled out the front door, locking the house as he left. Little Anabelle sucks her thumb and lay down next to her mother, holding her little yellow blanket closer to herself, as she falls asleep.

'Mommy's sleeping. Anabelle should sleep.' Anabelle spoke to herself then fell asleep again next to her dead mother's cold body. Anabelle woke up and her mother was still sleeping. She got up and walked to the fridge and drank some milk that was sour and it made Anabelle cry again because it tasted bad. She found some water in a jug and drank it. Water is nice, Anabelle thought. She got her dolly from her room and went playing where her mother was still lying on the floor. Anabelle's tummy started hurting because she was hungry. She would walk crying through the dark house all night. The next two days Anabelle would fall asleep next to her dead mother and wake up crying, feeling so hungry making her cry even more.

Their neighbor Mrs. Stewart finally came to see why Anabelle was crying so much and saw Jenna dead on the floor through a slit in the curtains and called the authorities. Social Workers arrived and wanted to take Anabelle away. Anabelle protested over and over, 'Don't touch me! Don't touch me!' She yelled at the top of her little lungs. The social worker struggled with little Anabelle, but finally got Anabelle into her car and they drove to the nearest hospital to make sure Anabelle is in good health.

At the hospital, an angel-faced woman in a white lab coat descend on little Anabelle and was so gentle with her. Dr. Carmel Steele finally asked Anabelle to take off her dirty shirt so she could examine her when Carmel caught her breath when she saw all Ana's half-healed scars. Dr. Carmel burst out in tears. Carmel managed to take photos of Ana's body and gave it to the social worker Wendy. The social worker was appalled by what she saw on the photos Dr. Carmel took of little Ana's body that she also was in tears.