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"My name is Jade Skinner. I'm eighteen years old. I have two brothers and one sister. Their names are Dominic, Peter, and Kelsi. My mother's name is Reyna...My name is Jade Skinner..." I kept repeating those sentences over and over again. They were the only thing keeping me sane. They helped me remember who I was. It's been five years since I've seen my family. Five years since I've been kidnapped. I've been forced to live in a room made of cement. It only has one window, but it's barred off so no one can get in or out. ~ I don't know his name. He tells us to call him Dad. I despise that man. What man would take young girls, make them live in a cement room with barely enough food and water for all of us, and repeatedly beat and rape four girls. That's no man. That is someone filled with pure evil. That's why I've decided to escape, and soon.
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"Actually I do. I'm working", I said with no emotion at all. They didn't deserve it. They don't get to know how I have felt through the years without them, I'm happy here. "Nope, your coming out to dinner away from this dump with your brothers and father", He said whilst looking around in discust. I rolled my eyes at him which he looked pretty shocked at. "Look Stone, Im not that 6 year old you can just boss around and fuck over anymore, I can take care of myself, Ive been doing that for my whole life so far, so why not the rest, so either order something or get the fuck out", I said to him getting faster and faster as I spoke. The boys gasped when I swore at Stone. He, on the other hand, looked furious. Matilda is 16 years old, with 5 older brother, 5 terrifying older brothers in who she hates with a passion. They left her to deal with their father wrath, to live their own lives far away. She now lives alone, in a dangerous and dirty neighbourhood, but she doesn't care, as long as she is far away from those she is suppose to call family. But when they all turn up for Christmas, hoping for happy times and warm hugs, she is instilled with fear and pure anger. Will she accept them, or will they stop trying? She couldn't care less, she was always the forgotten child. #1 - abuse #1 - brothers #2 - family #1 - siblings #1 - forgotten #1 - independent #1 - only daughter #1 - alone #1 - Brother

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