Fallen Rose (Abused and Neglected Fem. Reader × RWBY)

Prologue: (Y/n) Rose (Updated)

~(Y/N) Rose POV~

My name is (Y/N) Rose I have long black hair and red eyes. I'm the first daughter of Summer Rose my Mother and Taiyang Xiao Long my Father. Not only but that I have a loving big sister called Yang. She always plays with me and not only that but she has lovely long hair. We also have a small sister called Ruby, which she is always so cute, and happy. I love them both so much we play, we hang out and everyday is fun. We also have an uncle called Qrow and a woman called Raven my Dad's ex-wife. But she's always nice and I'm happy to have them....

Is what i would say. But after I had turned 5 everything started to change. For some reason Mom and Dad would separate me from my sisters, without even telling me. Why was I being separated from them? Why couldn't I play with them? Even if I wanted to know the reason why. It would only escalated things.

"Mommy what's going on? Why did you bring me to the second floor? Did I do something wrong?" Is what I told my Mother as she dragged me to the second floor of our home. But as I spoke to her the reaction that I got from her, wasn't what I was expecting. As Mom immediately turned around and slap me across my face leaving me speechless. As I touched my left cheek i almost started to cry, but she then immediately grabbed my hair and tossed me in my room. Throwing me to the floor, she then closed the door and locked it from the outside. Felling saddened I started banging on the door trying to get her to answer. "Mommy what's wrong!? Did I do something wrong!?"

"Be quiet and stay there!" Was all I could make out as I could hear her footsteps leaving getting lower and lower. After I tried to calm myself down. I walked over to my bed and laid on it, as I then curled up in a ball. All I wanted to know was why? Why was she acting this way?

She has always been a very kind mother and a very loving person. So why did she act that way? She has never shown that kind of violence towards me or anybody. She's never been a violent person so then why me?

~Time Skip a Month~

A month had pass but things got worse. As I would always be lock up in my room with only a few days to get out and play. Mom would sometimes come inside the room to relieve some stress by just beating me, but it would always be minor punches and kicks. Then before she leaves she would always leave some leftover food on the bad. Which it was never enough. But by then I was beginning to wonder if anybody was going to stop her.

~Time Skip 5 Days~

If you thought that things couldn't get any worse you would be wrong to assume that. As on that very same night Mom and Dad came into my room. Just by looking at Mom, I could tell that something was up, as she was hiding something behind her back. Just looking at her made me scared to get close to her, and so I tried to get back. But Dad got close to me and slap me across the face. He then looked at me with disgust in his eyes. "Why were you even born into this family." Hearing his words hurt to the point that only broke my heart more than anything. He then dropped me to the ground, as I looked at both of them.

Just then mom got close to me as I noticed that behind her back she was holding a riding crop. I looked at them and just as I tried to escape. Dad forcefully grab my hair and turn my back to her. She then ripped of the back of my shirt, and started hitting my back over and over and over again. As if I was some kind of animal that needed training. When she was finished I counted more than 20 or more slaps across my back. Just as I laid on the cold floor. Dad grab some alcohol that he was holding, and poured it on my back. I could tell I was bleeding because the pain that I felt was too excruciating to put in to words, and I was only 6 for crying out loud. Just as I could feel the alcohol get under my wounds. I was about to scream but mom kicked me in my stomach knocking the air right out of me. As I laid on the cold floor, then kept staring at me, before walking away leaving me on the floor. After I had manged to get to my bed the tears wouldn't stop. Before I closed my eyes, I told myself. "How long can I last in this hell."