Chapter 1
Okay...um...I'm most likely not as good as most of the other authors...but thank's for reading my book and please ignore all the mistakes (if you can :))
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Fire...the fire was spreading around me! All I could hear were murmurs of people...people that despised me...it hurts so much...everywhere…hurts. It…hurts….so much. Why…? What’s this pain I’m feeling…? The pain…it’s slowly increasing. Oh, GOD!!! It hurts so much!! Why? Why?! WHY??!!
“GET YOUR SLOW ASS DOWNSTAIRS ALEXANDRA!!!”
I jumped up from my ‘bed’ startled. That particular nightmare has been happening ever since I turned 16, that's three years and 5 months of my life wasted on this bitch of a nightmare. I got out of my room, which wasn’t really what you would call a room. The bedroom I was staying in was a very fucking tiny ass closet. I immediately headed downstairs but tripped and ended up falling the whole way down the stairs. I yelped in pain but nothing came out, but I haven’t talked in over 15 years and forgot how to, so I wasn't expecting much. Hahaha, sad if I may say so myself.
“Why were you still in bed?” My older sister, Janie, asked me with disgust laced in her tone.
She knows I can’t talk but keeps asking me senseless questions. If I don’t answer, she hits me. And if she’s still hitting me and my parents come in, some might think they’ll comfort me, but no. They take me to their room and puts on something that has no smell, and once when it got into my mouth, it was so bitter. Ever since they’ve been given be that…thing, my injuries haven’t been healing. At all. And it makes me weak, even though I am already.
She walked over to me and raised her hands, making me flinch. She then covered her nose. “Ew, you reek.”
Probably because you guys won’t let me use the fucking bathroom. I wanted to tell Janie this, but we all know I couldn’t. I've been using the forest around us when I needed to use...the toilet. Janie then turned around and called my father. “Papa, the rat’s awake. Come tell the thing!”
“Sure, honey.” My dad replied coming from the backdoor. I don't know why but every Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday, my dad, mom, sister, and older brother always go out at nighttime and coming back home before I’m awake. In some circumstances, they'll lock the door and tell give me some kind of sleeping pill. But as attentive and observant as I am, I always figure out when and what time they leave, making me get stabbed every time I ask them where they went, which is...basically every time.
When my dad came into the living room, he was smiling, holding hand with my mother. They're probably finally getting rid of me. At least, I'd finally rest in peace...or pieces if they're feeling really good.
“Alexander, go stand by the doorway.” I tilted my head in confusion, expecting some kind of explanation but it never came, he just glared at me. Not saying I expected one.
“Today,” my dad started, “we’re selling you. We don’t need you here, so we’re selling you to a very wealthy man, but we don’t know him, so it should be a pleasant surprise to see who bought such a worthless piece of shit like yourself. For a good price, too.” He snickered along with my sister. Fuck. They should've just killed me instead.
I know I’m supposed to be happy because I’m leaving, but I'm better off dead. I can already imagine why such a wealthy man, from what my "dad" said, would do with a worthless piece of shit like myself.
Just then, there was a knock on the front door. My dad walked over to the door, making me move away, and opened it.
“We’re here to take Ms. Alexandra Shay, to Mr. Daniel McKay’s parkland.” A bodyguard looking person proclaimed. My dad nodded his head at him before glaring at me and gesturing me to follow him. Instinctively, I did.
My dad looked at me with an emotion I couldn't decipher when he heard the guy’s name, but quickly covered it, so I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination.
I didn't even bother looking back at them, my family I mean. I didn't have any friends so I wasn't going to miss or be missed by anyone. I wondered who this Daniel person was. The car that I was supposed to enter was large and fashionable. As I entered it, the smell of pinecones filled my nose.
“So, this is her. Hmm…she looks way too young like around fourteen years old.”
“Yes, she does, but she is nineteen. And from what Mr. Shay told us, she can’t speak.”
“That’s pretty interesting. Is that all?”
“No, sir. She also doesn’t know about…us.” I just sat and stared at the two men talking about me like I’m not even here.
I crossed my hands and put my head on the window, looking at the trees speed past us.
I don’t know when I slept, and when I woke up, I was still in the car, but the surrounding changed.
“Hmmm. She’s awake,” a musical voice said, filling my ears with joy. I slowly turned my head to the voice, yawning. I jerked back when my face came in contact with the voice’s owner.
He was a young boy and looked around 20 years old, which isn’t very young once you think about it. He had blond hair that matched his blue eyes. He wasn’t extremely bulky, but you could see the muscles he had from his white t-shirt. Him and a couple more other guys dragged me towards a dungeon looking place. As we were walking, I took in the place. It stinks. Like hell and also looks like one too. I couldn't help but laugh, even though nothing came out. I probably looked like I was dying.
Which earned some glances from the men upfront. When we finally reached the cell I was supposed to be in, they put silver cuffs on me, then dumped me inside, locking the door then walking away.
