1. chapter 1
I stood up on my tippy toes and put the last plate away. Finally done with my cleaning for the day. I walked out of the kitchen and up to my room. When I reached my room I heard moaning. What the hell? I slowly opened the door. I quickly shut the door. Andrew, the person that kidnapped me, was fucking some random women on MY bed. Ew. Just. Gross. So I'm guessing you wanna know about me? Not really much. I was kidnapped at the age of six. I have been here for twelve years. So I'm 18. That's really it. I get abused everyday by Andrew. Everyday Andrew goes out to a bar, brings home someone, fucks them in whatever room he wants to, and kicks them out the next day. I once walked down stairs to him and someone naked on the floor. I know. It's gross. I just really want it to stop. I am physically, emotionally, and sexually abused by this man every day. I can't wait for it all to stop. If it ever will. I promised myself to never let him break me. But, I'm scared that I won't be able to keep that promise for much longer.
I ran into the bathroom and sat on the floor. I glanced up at my razor. I haven't cut in a week. I slowly got up and made my way over to the razor. I picked it up and examined it. I watched how the light would reflect off the blade. I snapped off one of the blades and held it at my wrist. Should I? I've been doing so well. I closed my eyes and slid the blade across my wrist. I did that again.
And a few mor times. I looked down at my wrist and watched as the blood dripped down my arm and onto the floor. I sighed and walked over to the sink and washed off my hand, put on bandages, and washed off the floor. I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, instantly regretting it.
"Hello Bella" he said.
First chapter c:
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