Story of My Life

.:Chapter 2:.

(A/N) This is probably one of the most difficult stories I've ever had to write. Sorry for the police police who are already confused <3 FYI: Her name will not be included in this story due to the privacy of the family. Hopefully you'll understand.
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I just wanted to know where she was for 10 years. When she finally told me, it was something I had never expected.
"For years I didn't know where I was, or even if I would be alive before they released me. " She takes a deep breath. "I was scared. I only wanted to go home, but they wouldn't let that happen. I was tortured everytime I mentioned home, and I was raped everytime I mentioned you." All I could think about in that moment was 'Why? Why her?' She stopped speaking and looked at me. "I know this is a lot to take in, but thats just how it has to be. I know you want answers but I do too. I tell you, and you tell me. Deal?" I hesitated a minute. "Deal." She nods very carefully. "After a while of that happening, I didn't react anymore. My senses had gone numb. I knew they were getting pleasure, so I just waited until they were done with me. Don't get me wrong, I was scared shitless everytime they came near me. It just didn't hurt anymore. Nor did it pleasure me. I just felt nothingness. I felt dead inside after the 2nd year with them. They fed me every other day, but gave me little portions when they did. I became anorexic very quickly, and they took notice. They didn't do anything about it. That's when I realised I wasn't their only victim. They moved me into another room that held at least 5 other girls that looked both younger and older than me. Being in there with those girls taught me something that most people would never learn."
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(A/N) Yeah... I'm trying my best to separate this in chappies...Let me know what you think in the comments and I'll see how I can clear things up if some of you guys are confused. Love you guys -Andie<3