My Kidnap

***Warning - This story does have triggers including violence and murder. This story also includes strong language***
She was never one of the normal kids, and she never really fit in. She always thought that maybe if she just waited a little longer, she would find her group, her people. Her family (the Damious family) had just uprooted her again. They moved to California only a month and a half ago and she finally made some close friends but after a trip to the mall, she went missing..not that her parents really cared. They only wanted to keep the family name pure and untarnished, but after five months of her being missing, she showed up, stranded at a gas station. When she went to the hospital, they identified bruising all over (and in) her..she was a rape victim. Her parents were distraught. How could they fix this, why the fuck would their daughter have to ruin their family image?