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Pain's Always There- Bree's Story
Topic Started: Jul 26 2014, 04:08 PM (228 Views)
Carrie
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(Stella and Carrie might appear throughout this.)
Bree's parents died when she was just four, and that's when it started. The foster system. It seems like a great thing at first, until you get a bad home. That's when the pain starts. And when the pain starts, it doesn't stop. Not until you're dead or you leave. And leaving can be a very bad choice.
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Bree walks into her new bedroom. She has no idea what's in store. The door shuts behind her as she lays on her bed. Six. That's how many years old she is. At six, she doesn't really know what pain is. Yet, that is. She should be finding out soon.
The door creaks open. A man towers over her bed, hot breath washing over her face.
"Hello!" Bree says cheerfully.
"You will speak when you're asked or spoken to, never before or after," growls the man before striking her across the face harshly. Bree cries out in pain, cradling her cheek.
"Alright," she whispers.
"Alright what?"
"Alright, Sir," she whispers.
"Good girl." He strokes her hair before leaving the room and locking the door. Bree sobs quietly. This is awful for her. She's never been used to this.

The door creaks open the next morning. The man yanks her close to his face, the smell of juice clear.
"Morning, brat."
"Good morning, Sir."
"We have lots of things to do today. Fun, huh?"
"Yes." He strikes her harder then yesterday.
"Yes sir, bitch. Got it?!" He yells angrily.
"Yes sir."
He drags her by her collar to the bathroom. The bathtub is full of water. The man picks Bree up and puts her into the bathtub, still fully clothed. He shoves her under the scalding hot water, Bree wasn't ready for it. She can't breath. Just before she's ready to pass out he pulls her up. Bree gasps for breath.
"That's what happens every time you disobey me, slut." He shoves her outside and leaves her for a few hours to dry off.
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Bree lays in her bed. She's pale and has become deathly skinny. Bree rolls over on her blood stained sheets. Kenneth should be in soon. After a couple months, she's finally learned the man's name. Today is Bree's birthday, and she knows what's coming will not be good. Scars from every day, bruises from every night. She's learned the schedule. He comes to get her at eight, beats her until nine, threatens her until ten, shoves her under water until eleven. The rest of the day she cleans his house and cooks for him until ten, when Kenneth comes back home juiced and then bad stuff happens. And she never knows until it happens. Bree does the one thing that's forbidden in the morning, she dozes back off.

Crash. the floor's hard and cold, and Bree's been thrown onto it. Kenneth's foot bashes into her body over and over again. She whimpers in pain but takes the beating. Kenneth drags her up and bashes her into the wall. He totally skips the threats that day. The water lasts only half the time that day too. But this is replaced by a new torture. He hands her a knife.
"Hit right where your heart is in the mirror. If you don't, you get words in your back," he snarls. Bree misses. By the time she hits just the right spot, she has six words on her back carved deep with a knife.
Worthless. Awful. Slut. Unwanted. Freak. Stupid.
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Bree sits in a chair in the kitchen, waiting for Kenneth to come home. He staggers into the kitchen and pulls her close to him by the front of her shirt.
"I need more," he hisses. Bree hands him a bottle of alcohol. "I'm gonna tell about something, bitch," he slurs. Bree nods.
"Alright, Sir."
"You know how your parents were shot?"
"Yes sir." He leans close and whispers in her ear.
"I shot them." Horror comes across Bree's face. Kenneth pulls a gun and holds it to her head.
"You will not protest," he hisses. The beating that night was one of the worst. Bree could barely walk for days after that horrible night.
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Acid. Acid burns in so many ways, and it's one of the most painful ways of torture. The schedule has been forgotten. A squirming Bree is sat in a chair, bound to it. Her wrists are becoming numb. Kenneth stands over her.
"Every time you make a sound, you get more." He drops a few drops on the exposed skin of her arm and she screams. This continues until Kenneth has no more. Blood drips from Bree's body. "You will let that dry on my floor then scrub it tomorrow until it comes out," sneers Kenneth. Bree nods. Bree's eighth birthday is coming up, she she gets to leave. But that means that there's a possibility of new forms of abuse. The rest of that day is left to laying tied to her bed for hours.
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Bree stares out the window.
"Look kid, I know the last place was bad, but this place is gonna be great," says the social worker.
"He beat me! And you don't even care! What happened of checking up on me?! I was there two years!"
"Don't yell at me, I'm just supposed to get you to foster homes," she snaps.
"Well just leave me here and say I'm dead!"
"Nope." The woman locks the doors.

Bree doesn't speak to her the rest of the ride. They end up at a little country side house. Bree mutters an extremely long chain of cuss words. She knows more then most adults. She grabs her bag and goes inside.
"Hello," smiles a woman.
"Where's my bedroom?"
"Down the hall, last door," says the woman softly. Bree stalks off into the tiny bedroom and locks the door, sitting on the bed. She doesn't come out. She just sits there, waiting for death. But it's not her death that comes first. The woman dies in a car crash the next morning, and it's time for the next foster home.

Bree cautiously walks into the giant house.
"Hey kid. I'm Reece, this is Beth, and that's Fay," introduces a guy. "What's your name?"
"Bree."
"Welcome, Bree." The social worker leaves.
"So what happened to your parents?" asks Fay.
"They died.."
"Aww. You poor thing. I guess you think we care? Everyone knows your not going to be anything more than a whiny bitch." Fay punches Bree and she staggers backwards. Bree's locked in a room much like the first foster home's.
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Bree sneaks in the door. Beth and Reece are playing juice pong, while Fay is playing pool. Reece steps away and Fay takes his place.
"So what's this I hear about you having magic?" He sits in a chair and pulls Bree onto his lap, forcing her to straddle him.
"I'm a witch."
"Wrong, you're a bitch. There's a difference," hisses Reece slapping her hard across the face. He wears rings with sharply hooked spikes while dealing with Bree. They leave bloody gashes across her cheek, blood dripping down the side of her face.
"Now, you're almost ten. It's time to learn how to drink." Reece laughs evilly and takes a cup from Fay's side of the table, forcing it to Bree's lips and making her drink it. Bree coughs, not liking the burning sensation in her throat. Reece pulls her shirt off, kissing the skin on her chest. Bree whimpers and squirms, trying to get away, but this is why Reece made her straddle him. It's much easier to make her do things.
Reece grins at her discomfort, making a shallow and long cut on the small of her back. Fay takes another cup from the table. They're done playing. She pours it over the cut and Bree screams. It's agonizing, the alcohol making it burn and sting even more. Her whimpers quiet as Reece kisses her cheek. Fay kneels and grabs Bree's chin, jerking it so Bree has to face her. She puts some of the fiery drink on the cuts on her cheek and Bree screams again.
"Aww, the little whore thinks she gets to make noise," Fay mocks. She yanks Bree's shirt back on her, pushing her to the floor where she's kicked repeatedly. Bree passes out from pain that night, and will wake up with a hangover.
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