After the death of both of her parents, Bella is left to the care of supposed friends of the family. But the longer she stays in their home, the more sinister events become. Family secrets leave her locked behind closed doors, both literally and metaphorically. And her one long-time ally has suddenly turned against her, no longer willing to stand between Bella and her abusive foster father.Plagued by the memories of her mother's death and remembrances of the kind young doctor who, while caring for her mother in her last days, gently removed eight-year-old Bella from her dead mother's arms on the worst morning of Bella's life, she misses the love of her parents, especially after being blamed for the death of her foster mother and the crippling injuries of her foster father. Now all of the people she has loved are now dead...except one. But he now callously joins in her abuse, seeming to take pleasure from her pain. Pinned within the four walls of her small bedroom, Bella yearns to flutter freely, to live a real life once again. Will she ever be rescued from her abusers?

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...