Chapter 4

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I remember when my Father first hit my Mom.

I just had a nightmare, so I had gone to my parents room for comfort.

I saw my Mom cowering in a corner of the room, with my Father standing over her.

They hadn't noticed me yet, so I hid behind the door and watched the whole ordeal.

My Father had growled to her, so low that I almost couldn't hear what he said, "When I tell you to do something, you do it, you worthless bitch. You belong to me, so you follow my rules."

You could see the fear in her eyes when he said that. Now that I think about it, it probably wasn't the first time he had hit her.

And then he slapped her so hard that her head flew to the right and banged into the wall.

After that, I went back to my room and cried myself back to sleep.

I never went to my parents for comfort again, in fear of seeing that, or something worse, again.

So when I heard him say that I belonged to him, I got ready to face my worst nightmare.

Fully expecting him to hit me, I closed my eyes, and a tear rolled down my pale cheek.

He must have noticed, because I felt him put his hands on my shoulders.

"Stop crying. It'll make your eyes puffy and red, and it'll look like I did something to you. People won't buy damaged goods."

My eyes flew open and I looked at him in horror. Damaged goods? Also, what did he mean by 'people won't buy'? Am I in some sort of auction or something?

"W-what do you mean? What do you want with me?" I stammered.

He got up and walked towards the door. When he got to the door, he stopped with his back to me.

"You'll see. Now get changed into the clothes I brought. There's some Advil in the pile as well. Take that and get changed, someone will be back here in 5 minutes to do your makeup. And for God's sake, don't cry if someone touches you. It doesn't help with my business."

He started to leave, but something made him stop, and he turned around to face me.

"And if you don't follow my rules, you will regret it."

With that, he turned back around and slammed my door closed.

A/N

*Whew* *Wipes brow* *Looks around* *Leans in*

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