Her fault?

Life in any small town tended to have a routine. But that's not the case for Deavon. She wasn't not happy with her life, how could she be. She didn't know that it wasn't the way it should be for a 5 year old little girl.

Let's start with the earliest memory she had in life... Her mother Tammy was a beautiful woman. The men loved her! She had breast so big she got anything she wanted. Her older sister Kara basically ignored her until the middle sister Kasey started picking on her or torturing her. Kasey was beautiful as well. But to Deavon she had no other good qualities about her besides being popular.

The earliest memory that came to mind was when they all were staying at their grandparents. They were mean to Deavon especially her Grandpa. She had been dieing for something to snack on and didn't know that the grandparents would be so cruel over bread that tasted like nasty bananas and had nuts in it.

They sent her to the back to stand in the corner. After they went on and on about getting rid of bad seeds like her. "I just don't understand why you didn't leave the seed with its revolting and incest ridden family of her fathers." Nanna yelled at her mom shaking a leather strap.

Her mom wouldn't say anything to defend her of course.

" I gave you the means to rid yourself of that family and look what became of your falure."

She eventually tuned them out not really understanding them anyway. She stood in that corner for what felt like days. When she started to fall asleep, she would feel nannas hard bruising pinch. Or worse granpas cold hard hand in her panties. " Move. Make a sound. Do it and this pain will feel good compared to what ill do to you and your sisters, while I make you watch. Ill bleed them dry slowly and you will be the only one feeling the pain."

It hurt so bad but she new somewhere deep down he meant what he said and meant to hurt her family if she didn't obey.