A broken world

Chapter one

Stella's POV
How long have I been here you ask?
Truth is I have no idea. Must have been some years now.
I used to be Stella. I was a happy girl who went to school and had lots of friends. Untill that day...
Everything changed that day.
One day the headmaster of the school interrupted our english class, and told me to pack up my bag and step outside.
I did as I was told, and while I was packing up lots of stuff went through my head; 'did I do anything wrong?' 'Were my grades getting worse?' Stuff like that. But nothing prepared me for what I was about to hear.
Out in the hallway, together with the headmaster, stood a police officer, my older sister and another women.
I just stared at them, my eyes mostly focusing on my sister, who looked as if she had been crying.
"Lindsay? Wh-what is it?" I asked not wanting to hear her answer since I guess I already knew.
"Oh Stella!" She embraced me in a tight hug.
"They're dead aren't they?" I asked quietly a tear forming in my eye.
My sister released me from the hug, but couldn't even look at me.
The officer stepped in. "I'm sorry ma'm, but yes. Your parents died in a car accident an hour ago. I'm so very sorry for your loss."
The tear now rolled down my cheek.
My sister hugged me again.
I think I was in shock, 'cause I didn't cry hesterically like in movies and stuff, I just stood there, some lonely tears rolling down my cheeks.
After a while of hugging I asked my sister who the other women was.
The woman answered for herself that she came from Child Protectice Services to take me to an orphanage.
I quickly looked at my 22year old sister.
"Wh.what?! I'm going to an orphanage?!"
"I'm so sorry Stella! They say that I can't have you untill I've gotten a lawyer and sorted out lots of papers, and I .. I'll fix things soon. I promise!"
Well, I haven't seen her since..
Two weeks later I was walking towards school from the orphanage, when I got hit in the head and blacked out.
When I came to, I was here.
A rather big, old fashioned house, with a fireplace and bookshelves and sofa's and two bedrooms.
Only thing out of the ordinary was that the house had no windows.
I've bee here ever since.
Just me and the guy.
The guy's name is Gordon, and he's approxomately 50years old.
He doesn't let me go outside the house. Never.
He's beating and raping me often. Probably every other day or so.
I was 13 when I was taken.
It was in 2011, but I have no idea what year we are in now.
I just know I've been here for so long. Too long. Way too long!
|//first chapter a bit short. Olivia will be in the next chapter\\|