Miana's new life

This is a full book, but I only have like five pages, so enjoy.


2. the secret she kept

I was excited to be going to hollywood, I was going to be hanging with stars and being a star. It would be the best experience ever. When we got to the house, I was ecstatic. It was the biggest house I had ever seen in my entire life. He grabbed the same two bags that he had taken earlier and took them in the house. “Your room will be in one of the downstairs rooms because of the mess that the upstairs room is in.” I nodded my head and yawned behind my hand. He smiled sweetly and pulled me into the room after setting my stuff down. I sat on the bed and as soon as I did, he pulled my shoes off and laid me down on the bed, pulling the blanket over me. “Go ahead and get some sleep, I know you need it. When you wake up, just come upstairs to the third bedroom on the left and I’ll be there. Okay?” I nodded and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, I woke up crying. “MOMMY!!” I jumped off the bed and ran out the room. I ran up the stairs and down the hall, almost forgetting where his room was. When I got to his door, I fell onto my side, crying in the process. I don’t know how long I sat there crying, but before I realized it, the door was opened. “Miana?! Hey, what happened to you?” All I could do was jump up and try to run back down the stairs so that I could outrun my nightmares. The farthest I got was the top of the stairs before he grabbed my wrist and pulled me against his chest. “What happened? MIANA, answer me!” He said it with such force that I had to answer, so I did. “Daddy’s going to find me, and when he does, he’ll kill me. Just like he killed momma.” I broke down in the worst sobs anyone could produce, and he let me cry my heart out. When I finished, he picked me up and took me to his room. “They said that you have some issues mentally, so why don’t you tell me about it, Okay?” I shook my head with so much force, I thought that I would rip my head off. “NOOO!!” I screamed because I saw daddy, not realizing what it was. He grabbed me and started holding me, rocking me back and forth. When I still hadn’t calmed down, he slapped me. I was shocked into being quiet, holding my cheek. “It’s just my easel board, Okay? I was painting when I heard you crying outside. I was actually painting you.” He said, a little embarrassed. I walked over to the painting, now that I knew that it wasn’t my daddy, and I looked at the drawing of me. I was a little bit surprised because it looked just like me, right down to the longest hairs on my head. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, “it looks just like me.” I looked over at him and smiled. I thought I saw him blush, but it was so dark that I couldn’t tell. I looked back at the painting and realized that it was dated for about two weeks ago. “Why is this dated for so long ago? Did you find out about me that long ago,or is this just something that happened.” I looked at him with so much hate that I was surprised myself, but I couldn’t stop my ranting. “No, I just had to decide that long ago. I wanted to see how you were and if you were good enough. I saw you on the adoption papers and I wanted you. Not for TWD either.” He told me all of this while I was contemplating my best escape, and I had just found one when he got up. He started walking toward me, stalking like a cougar. I was scared for a second, but I remembered my plan and I ran. I ran out the door and into the downstairs room. I slammed the door shut and stood there breathing harder than normal. I heard him knocking on my door, but I plugged my ears. “Miana, please let me in. I won’t hurt you, I just want to talk.” I was surprised to find myself opening the door. “Why do you want me? Answer me this and I’ll let you in.” He looked down in embarrassment and began to speak. “I’ve been having some trouble with my life. I went to the doctors about a week ago and they told me that I have cancer. I only have about a year left unless they can get someone with the same blood type. I don’t want you for anything other than TWD and for a little blood.” I was shocked. He has cancer. I don’t want to hurt him. I started to walk towards him, but he started looking nervous. “Well, better get some sleep. Night!” After about five minutes, I heard a knock on my door. I had just finished getting everything put in their place and getting dressed. I walked over to the door and opened it wide enough so that he could see my face, but that's it. I did that mainly because I was wearing a lace lined lingerie. I did a terrible job of letting him only see my face though, because next thing I know, he’s pushing the door open and looking at me in such a way that I blushed. He started walking up to me so that I had to look up at him. He reached down and kissed me, holding my face as well. I gasped against his lips and he chuckled. I felt him lift me up off the ground and set me on the bed, kissing me on the neck. I moaned and whimpered, begging him without talking. He moved and I gasped a protest. He smiled down at me and walked out, leaving me so confused. I walked up the stairs to his room, trying to see what he was doing. I got to his room and realized that he was painting again. I also realized that he had taken off his shirt and changed into pj pants. I walked up behind him, as quietly as I could. He started to turn, so I walked backwards into the darkest corner. “Why couldn’t you be ugly at heart? Why did you have to be so innocent?” As soon as he said innocent he grabbed a pair of scissors and tried to destroy his beautiful painting. Luckily he saw me at that exact moment and he stopped, his eyes widening. “Don’t destroy it, just put it up. I can leave if you want me to. I’ll go find another family and they can keep me as far away as possible.” I started to leave but he walked up to me, holding me against his chest. “Please don’t leave me. I want you to stay and be with me.” I felt him shaking, so I hugged him as tight as I could. I felt him stop shivering, but I didn’t let go of him. His head was on my neck and he was so close, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if he could feel my racing pulse, but I didn’t doubt it. I felt his lips touch my throat, and I gasped very slightly. I know he heard because he looked at me in the most intense way. He kept looking into my eyes, even when he started to pick me up. He was still looking in my eyes when he set me on his bed. I didn't know what to do, so I just looked away. “No, look at me. I want to see your face when I do this.” I looked up at him, scared that soon he wouldn’t want me in any way. He leaned down and started kissing me, going agonizingly slow. I pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck, and he snapped. I felt him push harder on my lips, pushing passed my lips with his tongue. I let him take down my barriers, hoping he wouldn’t see my scars. He asked me with his eyes if this was fine, and I smiled, pulling him in for another kiss. 

I felt him take his pants and boxers off, but I didn’t care. He layed down on top off me and started kissing anywhere that wasn’t covered. I couldn’t stand it, so I started growling. He chuckled against my neck, causing me to purr with delight. I felt him sit up, so I looked at him. “Do you want this?” He asked in a rough whisper. All I did was nod my head. He took off my nightie and looked down at me. I blushed with embarrassment because no one had ever looked at me like this. “I can see your scars, but they’re beautiful.” I thought he was talking about the one’s on my back at first, but I stayed calm. I felt him rather than saw him position himself between my legs, but all I did was flip us so that I was on top. I kissed him and he sat up. I was now straddling him and I could feel him growing. He was panting now, but I didn’t know why. “Miana, please. Let me take over.” I did and soon he was on top of me, ready to show me the way a girl was supposed to feel with any guy she loved. He started going in, and it hurt! “Stop! Please, it hurts.” He put my hair behind my ear until it didn’t hurt anymore. I felt him go slow. He was going to slow, so I did what I could to get him to go faster. Soon he was going faster, thrusting in and out with moans and grunts. All I could do was moan and whimper with pleasure.  We got as far as we could before I told him to stop. Breathless and sweating, I told him to not touch my back. “Why? Did something happen?” He turned me around, and before I could stop him, he saw the two perfectly symmetrical scars on my shoulder blades. He touched them and it sent a burst of pain through my entire body. Just as I thought the pain would kill me, I passed out.

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