Disturbed!

Part 1- Monster

Part 1 - Monster

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A single tear rolled down her cheek as she lay on her side in the bed trying to gain her breath and ignore the painful throb of her body. She felt his grubby hands snake around her waist as his lips brushed the back of her neck, she tried to pull away but knew it was no good. She scrunched her eyes up, he'd finished, what more did he want?

He handed her the crumpled notes, climbed out of bed and pulled on his trousers.

"Thanks babe, I'll be back" he winked and gruffly stated as he buttoned up his shirt and staggered towards the door. The smell of alcohol lingering in the air as he went. She reached out and grabbed the shattered frame off the side of the bed, her and her brother, Harry. She can't even remember their last name she holds the picture close to her, gently hovers it in front of her and presses her lips to the smiling image of her brother that stood before her on the crumpled sheet of paper...

There was a knock on the door, she quickly replaced the frame on her bedside table and rolled over, ready for the next one. Her hands began to shake as beads of sweat broke out on her forehead as she fought against the hurt and the pain.

"Come in" she croaked, in a timid motion, little above a whisper as the doors opened and the strong smell of drugs rolled into the room. She gasped for air before she felt the duvet being pulled back and the man climb in next to her. His dirty hands explored her body, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and began to cry as the man unhooked the back of her bra and forcefully dragged it away from her body...

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Molly's p.o.v

I still remember that day, just like it was yesterday. I remember as the car door was slammed in my face and my mum held Harry in her arms so he couldn't get back to me and save me. I remember as soon as the car pulled away from the kerb, mum released Harry and he chased after as best he could, but it was no good- and we both knew it. I remember watching him sink to his knees in the middle of the road and become smaller and smaller until eventually, he became a dot, that was when the tears started.

"Shut it" the man snapped from the front seat. I didnt care, I didn't have to listen, he didn't own me. But it turns out he did, and I did have to listen and I should have cared. He did own me, he bought me from my mum. My own mothers sold me to become a sex slave. She wasn't really a mother though, Harry was more of a mum to me than her, and a dad and a best friend. Harry was my brother but he was so much more than that, he was my world, I loved him. And now he's gone.

That was three years ago.

I remember walking into the little terraced house for the first time. The smell of alcohol and piss and stale food poured out of the house as we walked up the pathway towards the rotting door. I didn't even get a glimpse of my new home (if that's what you'd call it), I was simply dragged up the stairs and tossed onto a bed in a room. I didn't even lift my head from the pillow to take in my surroundings, I just lay, clutching the cold, damp, unfamiliar sheets with my eyes closed, frozen in fear.

After a while, I could hear creaking around the room. I didn't dare look up, I didn't want to. I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped, I spun on my spot and went to scream out but no sound escaped me. It was a girl, she looked a similar age to myself. She looked a little older than me, maybe a bit older, her sparkling greeny- blue eyes met mine in a concerned fashion and her brown hair hung straight over her shoulders. She was stick thin with bags under her eyes, she almost seemed haunting, ghost-like. She wore a short purple dress and had ripped tights on.

"Hey, you're okay, it's alright" she soothed.

"Where am I? Who are you? Wh-" I began in a panicked, jumbled mess.