Chapter 1

•Rain Winters•

Home? What is that even? It used to be a place that was filled with warmth and family laughter.

Family meals always took the cup because they were the best. When everyone was gathered at the dinner table and sharing how their day was.

Never once had I thought our new norm, would be the sound of shouting and cutlery being broken downstairs. At first it would be once in awhile, but things escalated quite quickly.

No one knows what really went wrong and yet the blame is on me.

My room door opens with a thud and mother comes stumbling in. She's drunk! I'm not even close to suprised. I quickly stand up straight as she takes a step forward and starts to circle me.

"You've gained weight." She slurs, but yet her firm tone sends shivers down my spine.

Ever since my older sister Prudence disappeared that many years ago, and Heather sent away to live with relatives, mother had been obsessed with me.

The clothes I wear, how I look and how I behave. She makes sure I have a perfect body, and that I always obey the rules and orders. She never fails to teach me a lesson if I don't listen and obey her every rule.

For some reason even when drunk she has a tendency to check my weight, not that I have any to begin with.

I stand still and say nothing, she continues to inspect me from top to bottom.

"Make sure you father doesn't see you, he'll be disappointed." She breaks the silence then leaves the room.

It's 2 A.M and I walk down to get a glass of water. Walking down the creaking stairs, I hear two hushed tones speaking in the kitchen, which is weird. Mother and father are usually asleep by now.

Taking a step closer and making sure I'm not seen, I try listening in on the conversation.

"His willing to pay good money for her." Father's slurry gruff voices says.

"I'm not sure Lucian, Rain's too fragile for this." I could sense worry in mother's tone.

"Since when have you started caring for that \*\*\*\*."

The next mintues are followed by silence. Until mother whispers.

"She's still my daughter!"

Father snorts. "That I have no doubt about."

I walk back upstairs, shocked, forgetting about my water.

Where they talking about me? God no I hope not. They wouldn't sell me right? I'm their daughter.

I tip toe my way back to my room. My parents conversation replaying in my head like a stuck record.

I stared at my pale sickly reflection, it disgusted me honestly. New addictions of bruises decorated my lower abdomen and back. They always made sure not to hit the visible parts of my body.

I always told myself that they didn't mean to. It was just a stress of the moment thing.

Last night father had lost his temper and I end up with fresh new bruises. It's been three days since I over heard their conversation.

I haven't been able to get proper sleep therefore dark bags decorated my eyes.

Whenever father was drunk lately mother was protecting me from him or atleast tried, it was weird but I didn't dare question it. However mother was not here yesterday and the events took a turn.

Carefully approaching the door, I leaned in and pressed my ear to the cracked wooded door and listened in if anyone was there or not. But there was nothing but silence lingering in the run down house.

I realeased a breath I didn't know I was holding as I desenced the stairs, each one making a creaking noise.

As I got downstairs both my parents were up and about. I was startled, no rather I was scared.

"Good morning." I said bearly in a whisper. Mother gave me a strange look before pulling me close and examining my face.

"Have you not been getting enough sleep?" She questioned. I hissed in pain as her hand rested on my back.

Her and father had some sort of a eye conversation. And without them both noticing I bolted out the door and started the dreadful day that awaited me.

On this particular day I had no classes whatsoever I was going to spend the day at the Home.

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"Mrs Addams, is there anything else you'd like me to do?"

"Nothing dear, you may be excused for the day." The old lady I worked for said.

My work was nothing fancy and it wasn't really work either. I just helped at the nearby old age home, when ever I had free time which was everyday.

Sure they didn't pay me but once in awhile the old people would give me money.

The walk to my home was painful and slow, but as I got closer the more uneasy I felt. It doesn't even deserve the title home.

As I got closer, I saw four black SUVS surrounding the place. A thought came to mind the I must turn away and leave but I had nowhere to go.

As I got closer, I saw four black SUVS surrounding the place. A thought came to mind the I must turn away and leave but I had nowhere to go.

Had it been my parents friends? No. I don't think they can afford those, no offence.

A few minutes later several men came out and the SUVS drove off.

Please please may they be both sober. I silently prayed.

I open the front door as quietly as I can and keep my head down. I catch a glimpse of expensive alcohol on the coffee table in the living room. Oh god not again.

Nevermind dinner I already had lunch, I made my way quickly to my room, I didn't want to get a beating like yesterday, plus my wounds were still healing.

Later that night I woke up to someone stroking my hair. The faint smell of alcohol gave it away.

It was father. I froze under his touch, there's nothing I hated more than his touch but he is still my father so it's okay, it's fine.

I tried to convince, but clearly everything wasn't.

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