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Mine: Chapter 4

(Song for this Chap: Never Gonna Be Alone by Nickelback)

Scarlett's P.O.V

Rushing home, I hurry inside to make sure that everything is set. Did I have anything to wear? No. But it's not like whoever was coming, was coming over to see me anyway.

"Ahhh, there the little slut is," Jim sneers

"Make sure to get this place in order and cook dinner. Then stay in your room," my mother says

"Yes, mother," I say

See, not coming to see me.

I cook dinner and make sure to set the table before heading upstairs to my room. Locking the door, I look for a book to read.

Knock. Knock

Unlocking the door, I see my mother and Jim standing outside of it.

"Now, don't let me have to repeat myself, do not come out of this room," my mother says

"Make any noise, and I promise to make your life a living hell," Jim says

"It's not like it isn't already," I say under my breath. But of course, it came out louder than I wanted it to

"What was that?"  Jim asks

"Uhhh, n-nothing s-sir," I stutter, taking a step back from him

"Talking back again? Twice in one day? You're on a roll Scarlett," my mother says sarcastically

"I think you forgot what happened earlier. Maybe I should remind you," Jim says, taking off his belt once again

"N-n-no s-s-sir. No n-n-need to remind m-m-me of anyth-thing," I say stepping back some more. Then my back hits the wall and I'm trapped. Well shit.

Half an hour later I'm left with bruises and cuts all over my body. Is it bad to say that I'm used to all this? That I'm used to the yelling and the screaming and the abuse? That I'm used everything always being my fault? One way or another it always is.

Hearing the doorbell ring, I get up to go get a peek at who it was.

When I saw who it was, I couldn't have been more confused.

My 'family' was making small talk and introducing themselves to him and the man who I'm guessing is his father.

And then he saw me.

Shit.

Alex's P.O.V

Pulling up to the house, I hop out with my father and walk up to the door. I ring the bell and a middle-aged man opens up.

"Jim, how have you been my man?" my father says greeting him

It was a fairly nice house. Small compared to mine, but that's another story.

"This must be your son. Nice to meet you, son," he says

"It's Alex to you," I snap back

"Alex, be nice," my father warns

Rolling my eyes, I walk inside.

"Hello, Alexander. I'm Victoria, and this is my daughter Emily," the woman says, pushing her daughter towards me. Victoria was wearing a dress that was way too tight and definitely not appropriate for her age. Her daughter Emily, was wearing a dress that was probably 2 sizes too small and way too revealing. I could already tell that they were attention seeking whores.

And then I saw something or someone move upstairs. I only caught a glimpse, but I could tell it was her. Scarlett was here. At least one sane person resided in this house.