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Mallory's Story

Usually parents sell things such as clothes that their children have grown out of or old toys, that have once been loved. They sell anything unwanted in their household, that they feel doesn't belong there anymore or didn't belong there at all. In Mallory's household- she is that unwanted object. She's never belonged and never will.

Mallory's POV

Ever since I was 5 years old, this is what I would hear every single day.

"Mallory, come here! Make me a fucking coffee"

"Mallory get out of bed you lazy bitch! I want breakfast"

"Mallory wash my fucking car, you didn't clean it properly yesterday"

"Mallory get out of bed, it's 6.30am"

Mallory, stop being a lazy cunt! We have guests coming and you still haven't cleaned the house"

Every single day of my fucking life since I was five years old I was basically a slave for my own "family". I cleaned the windows, I did the washing, I washed the floors, I made the beds, I cooked all the meals. Whatever household chore you can think of- I do it.

I don't go to school. I don't have any friends. I don't have any technology. I'm not loved. I am worthless.

I haven't left the house in twelve fucking years. I haven't laughed in twelve years. I haven't had a birthday in twelve years. Actually sorry I lied.  Previously I said I do every single chore, but that was wrong. My fucking stupid step mother does the groceries because I'm not allowed to leave the house. I write her a list of what we need and she gets it.

I was so stupid for twelve fucking years. Why did I listen? Why did I allow my "family" to treat me like a piece of shit?

The only time my parents and sister talk to me is to tell me to do something for them. They don't celebrate my birthday or even say happy birthday to me at all. On Christmas day last year I had to make them all dinner, then stay in my room. I didn't get any presents and I had to make myself jam sandwiches for Christmas Dinner. Yummy. (note the sarcasm)

Oh and when I was thirteen I started bleeding you know "down there". At that stage I did not know what was happening because like I said I don't go to school so don't know these things. Anyway I went to my bitch of a step-mum and told her I was bleeding down there and she replied "yeah well there's fucking toilet paper in the bathroom".

I knew I shouldn't of said anything, but I thought it was worth a try. So for a year after I "started bleeding" I had to use toilet paper. It was fucking horrible.

The only thing my step- mum did for me was bought me one bra, which when I was 13 was too big.

Since I was five my step mum and dad worked on different days so they could watch me. But then when I turned fourteen they decided to leave me at home with my big sister Samantha. She used to be a total bitch to me but then when we were left at home together she began talking to me. I learnt so much off her about famous people, and boys, and sex and just girly stuff.

She bought me a whole years supply of tampons and pads and taught me that the bleeding down there was infact normal. Sam was so nice to me and it just felt weird to actually talk to somebody. She would bring me chocolate everyday and buy me magazines so I could see all the famous hotties. There was a band One Direction that looked alright and some singer Miley someone who looked like a slut.

Samantha actually made me feel like I was worth something.

Then one day it all changed. I was 17, which I still am now. It was only a few weeks ago actually. Sam and her boyfriend Eric came home completely pissed after being to some party that was supposedly epic. Sam went straight to bed and went to sleep but Eric had different ideas. I was finishing off the dishes and he came up behind me grabbing on to my ass. I was really nervous and thought it could just be a friendly gesture so I just asked him if he wanted a drink of water. After that I don't really know what happened, but I woke up tied to my bed with a sore crutch and a black eye.

I did not know what happened. Did he beat me? I really don't know.

Now today Sam absolutely hates me. She told my step-mum and dad that I was trying to get into Eric's pants. She hasn't talked to me in 17 days and counting. And I haven't done a chore in 17 days. Every night after my dad gets back from work he comes into my room to see me sobbing and beats me. For 17 nights in a row he has beat me. He took my bed away and all my clothes. He put a lock on the outside of the door so I can't escape. All I get to eat is a piece of bread and a bottle of water each day. I haven't showered in 17 days. The worst thing is I have to go toilet in the corner of my room. Luckily I haven't got my period yet.

I'm pretty much all skin and bones.

I have bruises and cuts from head to toe. My clothes are soaked in blood. They may as well feed me to the dogs now.

So that is me. Mallory Evans. The girl who is worth no more than $1.