Awaken *EDITING IN PROGRESS*

Chapter 1

Previously known as Falling for My Neighbor

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Starts out slow but you need to know the backstory. First chapter is in Kaylin's POV and the next one will be Scotts, after that they'll switch on and off.

Kaylin

Restlessly laying on my so called mattress that was shoved in the corner of my adoptive father's room, I thought of the earliest memory I recalled. Not that there are many, I locked myself away from my living nightmares. I remembered my mother, my sister, days of silly childhood games and arguing, I even remembered the neighbors dog that barked every time we rode our bikes up and down the sidewalk. I remember not fearing for my life. Holding back the tears that threatened to run down my sad and exhausted face.

My mother and twin sister were killed in a car accident when I was only 5. Sarah, my twin, had a high fever and mother took her to the ER, on the way a drunk driver hit them killing them instantly. I knew before the police arrived I'd lost Sarah, I couldn't feel my connection with her. I prayed my mother would be okay, we'd survive together, but it was no use. After they took me to a foster home with at least a dozen other boys and girls of all ages, I was only there 7 weeks before Allen came and took me away. He seemed nice, bought me all new clothes, toys, completely did my room, and re-did the back yard for me. It would never replace my mother or Sarah, but at least I had someone, it was hope.

Allen was a computer programmer who worked from home mostly and said he always wanted a daughter. He had a wife before but she didn't want children and eventually they divorced, at least that's what he told me. It was about three years later, I had just turned 8 when I noticed Allen begin to change. Allen would tell me he had bad dreams and that we should sleep together in his bed, so he wouldn't be alone. I couldn't have known any better, still being only a child. Sometimes waking up and he'd be in my bed, saying he couldn't sleep; I told him I didn't like sleeping with him anymore and he got mad. Very mad.

That night was the first time he ever hit me.

When I finally woke up he apologized and said "Daddy will never hurt his little princess again." Lies. A few weeks went by and the cycle started all over again. Eventually he didn't even need reasons to beat me up, he just did. After turning 14, I had my first period and he explained that I was now a woman. A woman capable of womanly things, three months later I had overslept and didn't have dinner finished when he came home, that's when he started raping me.

I could hear Allen rustling in the bed, quickly pretending I was asleep, bracing myself for the new day to come.

"Come here," he mumbled not fully awake. I complied. Slipping under the blankets while staying far away from Allen, I let the warmth spread over my body. "Take off your clothes," I tried to avoid him. I still hadn't recovered from his fists to my rib cage yet.

"Why don't I go make you some breakfast and get the paper Daddy," I suggested, hoping he'd go for it. I felt his hand connect with my face, I could taste my blood.

"Did I say I wanted breakfast?! I said take off your clothes," he yanked my back to him from the grip on my neck. "-and do the only thing your good for, you worthless wh**e," he seethed. Ripping off the worn tank top I had on, trying to pull away. Then I felt another blow of his hand connect with my face, then the underwear being forced off. Slipping into my daydreams as he forcefully pushed himself into me.

*3 hours later*

"Spray down, shower, then go make me lunch," he ordered as he walked naked into his shower. Quickly I grabbed the unmarked spray bottle and saturated the beds, as I was always instructed to do. Then hurried across the hall to my bathroom, jumping in without even attempting to get it warm. If Allen's shower wasn't hot enough, he'd blame me for using too much. Over the years I accepted cold showers unless it was those fortunate days that he went into the office. Saturating my hair with the only shampoo and conditioner that I was allowed to use, scrubbing hard. Same with soap. I had given up trying to understand Allen's micromanaging decisions, verses the ones he could care less of.

After dressing I moved quickly to rush into the kitchen that could be in a Better Homes and Garden magazine. As didn't rest of the home, outward appearances were important to Allen. I pulled out all the sandwich meats and cheese's, making a hot subs, adding chips as I finished plating. Years of this routine paid off well, as I placed his lunch on the table right as he walked through the door. He sat and ate his food silently while I scrubbed the kitchen down, making it once again spotless.

"Go get the paper," Allen's voice ordered. I wiped my hands off and made my way to the front door, peaking to see if it had come today. Pushing the door open, I slipped out to retrieve the newspaper and yesterday's mail. Walking back to the door is when I noticed a moving truck in front of the house to the right of us. It had been empty for over a year at least. Observing a few movers taking boxes inside the house, but failing to notice the new occupant standing there. Watching me, after a suspended moment a smile broke out on his face and he waved for me to come over. This stranger was the most handsome man I'd ever seen, a body that wasn't huge, but muscular. His skin was tan which contrasted with his brown eyes beautifully, along with a head full of dark messy hair was enough to make any woman crazy. Frozen in shock before shaking myself, I tried to calmly make my way to the door. Before I closed the door I caught one last glimpse of my new neighbor, seeing the hurt in his eyes.

"What took you so long?" Allen asked, his tone wasn't harsh anymore.

"I was getting the mail too," I held it up holding proof. "Oh, and we got new neighbor Dad," I added. He took the newspaper from me and began to read while I refilled his glass of sweet tea.

"Did he see you?" he asked nonchalantly.

"I don't think so, I wasn't sure who was movers and who lived there," I lied. I hope if Allen ever spoke with him, which was highly unlikely because Allen didn't talk to any neighbors who've come and gone.

"Make a nice dinner, enough for three. The cards on the table if you need to go to the store. Make yourself look presentable tonight, I'm inviting him over," Allen commanded never taking his eyes off the paper. Frozen in shock once again, failing to remember the last time we even had a guest over. I was ecstatic to get out of the house and go shopping but I remembered I lied to Allen, if he found out my punishment would be something horrible. I prayed the neighbor didn't feel the need to mention my snub to him.

"Yes daddy, I'll make a list then go to the store," tonight would probably end horribly, my excitement disappearing and was replaced with nerves.