Gwen's pov!

"Have a great day, Gwen."My 2nd grade teacher smiled, handing me da backpack and waved as I walked off towards home. I might be young and all, but who's parents make te walk home when you're only 7 old? One of the meanest kids in school bumped into me on purpose and I landed in a puddle of water. "Smooth move, stupid girl."He had a tug of war with me for my backpack and he won roaring in laughter at his achievement and my loss. "Later looser."He rode off on his bike splattering water all over my face as he did so. I stood up out of the puddle and continued my walk home, hearing the annoying sound of water splash in my shoes. Thunder crackled in the sky loudly and rain began to fall and I just hung my head low crossing my arms over my chest shivering in the freezing rain. I looked in the driveway to see only my dad's rusty old truck and I sighed in relief, knowing I wasn't going to get locked out. "Daddy..?"I slowly opened the creaky door and found my dad face down on the divano with a bottle half filled clutched in his fist. I shrugged it off and went into the cucina for a succo, succo di frutta box stopping dead in my tracks and hearing my terrified squeal pass my lips. My mother was hoisted up on the fridge with her eyes wide open and a rope tied around her neck, blood quickly flowing from the cut where the knot was. I walked over towards her slowly and traced my fingers along her gray-pale cheek starting to cry silently. "You sure as hell better not tell anyone about this."He stomped into the room seeing that there was blood dripping down from his other hand that wasn't holding a bottle. "W-Why would te do this? Why would te kill mommy?"I cried out angrily and began to cower into the corner of the cucina as he inched towards me. "That isn't something for te to know, but let's just say she is a whore and always will be."He raised his voice and sliced her neck with the bottle he crashed over her head. I fell onto the wooden floor and watched as he dug a hole in the back yard and stuffed her into the hole quickly covering her back up sticking the shovel into the dirt. I scattered towards the phone in my parents room and hid under their letto dialing the number my mommy told me to call if I was in trouble. "Police department, how may-."The line went blurry and began made beeping noises like someone was laughing in a deep voice. I poked my head out from under the letto and noticed that the wire to the phone was ripped out of the wall. "You trader."Someone hissed and I was immediately yanked out from under the letto da my hair and slammed at the closet door. "I'm sorry, d-daddy.."I crawled backwards away from the bloodshot eyed man in front of me gripping the cintura he was wearing in his hand. "Sorry isn't good enough."He sneered and struck me across the face with the leather belt. Tears gushed from my eyes as he painfully whipped me on almost every inch of my body. At one point I couldn't take the pain any longer and I ran for the bathroom staring at my bruised figure in the tall mirror among the wall. "Open this door!"He began slamming his body harshly onto the door and I stood up against it holding it back so it wouldn't break and fall on me. Instead the door snapped in half and he kicked me in the weak part of the back of my leg and used his fists to beat me this time o at least anything he could pick up and break over me. "Do that again and I swear I will take te to a gun range and blow your head open with a shot gun, do te understand?"He slapped me across the face, picking me up da the camicia and slamming me against the wall. "Y-Yes sir."I whimpered silently and he threw me down onto the floor demanding I would clean myself up so it wouldn't be evidence to the cops that were here to talk to him what was the reason for calling them. I lied in the empty bath tub curled up in a ball covered in bandages and alcohol to help stop the bleeding, crying remembering my mother's expression on her face when she was just lying there on the floor bleeding to death. For the rest of my days I wouldn't barely speak to anyone because I was scared of accidentally blurting out the horrible secret that kills me everyday inside. Now everyday when I come home from school the drunk is waiting for me with a pocketknife o a whip and for hours I'm screaming and begging for him to stop hurting me. I guess I'll just have to wait until he kills me..
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I was sitting in the back of the classroom, having my hair in my eyes to prevent me not looking at anyone and my black giacca to hide all the scars along my skin. I wrote down my every thought about that giorno still even if it was over 10 years fa and that's why I'm mostly failing all my classes. All of my notebooks are filled with just little school notes that were forced to be written da my teachers and the rest were filled with drawings and thoughts. "How about try harder and study più successivo time."Mr. James slammed a piece of paper on my scrivania, reception with one of the letters I see almost every school giorno written in red marker 'F' to add a sad face beside it. I rolled my weary eyes and balled up the piece of paper throwing it behind me not caring where it landed. "Here is your new math class, Trent. don't mess this up again o you'll be expelled for the rest of the year."The principal shoved a teen with shaggy black hair and green eyes harshly into the classroom. "Welcome to my class, Mr. Walker. please take a sede, sedile successivo to the failure back there wont you?"Mr. James pointed at me with a chuckle and I death glared at him shoving my face back into my notebook. "Hey, are te alright?"He spoke after the fifteen minuti he sat beside me. I ignored him and continued to pretend like I was busy scribbling random things onto the small spaces on the paper with my pen. "That's a nice sketch."He whispered with a friendly smile and I made a sound that meant I was annoyed and blocked the view of him with my hand. "How was class, annoying as usual..?"Bridgette, one of my true friends, sat down beside me at the lunch tavolo not bothering to pick up Chef's horrid food. "Same old, same old. but that new kid in my block seriously ticks me off."I mumbled with a growl below my breath not looking up from my notebook. "Really..? Leshawna told me he looked so in to you."She chuckled and I nudged her slightly. "I don't trust anyone, remember? maybe te guys just not dudes period."I tried my best to hold back my tears of anger and began drawing skulls. "I know.. why not give him a chance?"She giggled when her boyfriend Geoff winked at her and responding with a wave of her hand. "Nope, I'm fine."I folded my arms on the tavolo and began my nap. "Come on, hug it out."Owen wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight enough to close out all of my oxygen. "I already told te guys I'm fine."I pushed myself off of Owen and dusted my clothes off. I looked out in the corner of my eye and saw him leaning up against the bacheca and chuckling to himself. The final campana, bell rung and all the students rushed out of the high school to head home leaving me all alone in these empty halls. I slowly walked out the back door of the school and walked into the abandoned school house sitting on the chair I sat in when I was in 2nd grade. I looked at the walls of burned and smeared stick figure drawings and splatter paintings that smelled of burning rubber. Someone burned down this elementary school years fa and many of the children I knew Lost their lives in this very room because the person had locked all of the doors before burning it to the ground. There used to be rotting corps in here but their families came along and gave them a più comfortable place to rest in peace. I walked across the squeaky floor boards and picked up one of the pieces of chalk scattered along the floor Scrivere the things that went on the night everything came crashing down in my world. Tears began to burn my eyes because of the many times I rubbed them with tissues, and I scribbled the words I written down out hugging my knees in the corner of the classroom sobbing uncontrollably. I heard the door creak open and I looked up from my knees looking into the eyes of the teen I was with in math class. "Why do te keep following me?"I stood up and walked behind the used to be teacher's scrivania, reception so he wouldn't touch me. "I wasn't trying to follow you, I just wanted to know if te were okay."He shut the door and that made me even più scared. "Stay away from me.."I walked backwards away from him and stood there against the bacheca with my eyes shut tight soon feeling his arms avvolgere around me gently into a hug. I felt like the useless child I was years fa and I couldn't help but hug back and sob into his shoulder. "Ssh, ssh. calm down it's going to be alright."He soothed gently into my ear and I actually quieted my crying a little. "I can drive te home if te want."He took off his giacca and put it on my shoulders. "Thanks, but-."I was cut off when I heard thunder from outside. We both ran through the rain and made it to his car and I snuggled up in the passenger sede, sedile enjoying the smell of mint that scented the air. "Have a nice night."He helped me out of the car and pulled me in for another hug. "Are te sure te don't want your giacca back..?"I called out before opening the door and he shook his head and waved before driving off. I smiled with a giggle following afterwards and walked into the dead silent house and sat on my bed. I stripped down and got into my night clothing putting the giacca on and huddling into it loving the smell of axe lingering off of it. My eyes began to feel heavy and for the first time in a long time I went into a nice, relaxing sleep.

te touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line da line
And somehow growing old feels fine

I listen close for I'm not smart
te avvolgere your thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

"What are te wearing?"My father hissed gripping the fabric of Trent's jacket. "My jacket.."I moved my spoon around in the bowl of cereal that sat in front of me. "It doesn't look like the one I got te and it doesn't smell like your scent. no wonder te got home late last night."He slowly pulled the coltello drawer open and I nervously shuffled in my chair feeling sweat form on my forehead. "It's my jacket, I swear.."I whimpered watching as he lifted the coltello that still had my blood on it gripping it in his hand. "Now, tell me.. what's this boy's name?"He stood behind me putting his hand on my neck and sinking his sharp nails into it. "I don't Amore anyone except you. I promised."I choked on my tears and felt a small drop of blood slide down my neck. "Liar. that's what te detto when te promised te wouldn't tell anyone about that secret, yet te grabbed a phone and started dialing 911."He stabbed the coltello into my hand and I cried out in agony, trying to pull it out. "Stay there and die while I go to work."He hissed and was out after the slammed door and a few pictures frames shattered on the floor because of the vibration of the slam. I finally yanked out the coltello and threw it at the bacheca lying my face down on the tavolo and started to cry. My watch beeped telling me that I was late for school. I grabbed my backpack and limped out of the house towards my school. "Look who decided to mostra up."My teacher rolled his eyes and quiet laughter came out from the class. I clenched my fists and winced at the pain in my right one since it was almost all sliced open. "Hey, Gwen-."Trent cut himself off and his smile went into a worried expression when he noticed I was gripping a piece of cloth in my hand. "I, um.. just ripped a piece of my camicia off on accident is all.."I laughed nervously and took my sede, sedile beside him. Through out the giorno he kept giving me worried glances and asking if I was okay and I just detto I was fine. The lunch campana, bell rang and I ran outside with one of the ropes I ha rubato, stola from the gym and climbed into the tree. I tied the rope around a thick piece of bark having a loop the size of my head at the bottom, sliding it down my neck. I pulled out the ripped and smeared foto of my mother, feeling tears whelm up in my eyes and watched one of them splatter on the picture. I crumpled it up in my bleeding hand and took a deep breath knowing that it was for sure my last. I slowly wobbled towards the edge and closed my eyes tight in slight fear of death before me. "Don't jump!"I was grabbed harshly da the waist and I slipped off the moist piece of bark to be grabbed da my fingertips to stop me from falling to my death. I looked up at Trent who had tears in his eyes and a terrified look on his face. "Let me go.. I just want it to end."I stared at the ground in shame as he just learned I was suicidal. The curtains of the cafeteria opened and half the school was standing there laughing their heads off as they saw me just dangling from Trent's fingers with a rope around my neck. "Someone get the counselor so this looser doesn't kill herself."Heather crossed her arms over her stomach as she laughed to a no end. I slipped out from the loop and ran into the schoolhouse locking the door and crying to myself once more. I opened the once teacher's drawers in her scrivania, reception and pulled out a pencil and began making painful eraser marks on my arms. I punched myself in my stomach and in the eye, looking in one of the busted mirrors to see it already swelling up. I threw myself at the wall, one of the rusty nails poking out jabbed into my skin causing blood to pour out. The door opened and I threw one of the wooden chairs at the entrance hearing it break apart against the wall. I grabbed one of the metal rulers that had a jagged edge and dragged it across my arm not caring if the person was watching. "Gwen, please stop."It was Trent who followed me once più to the schoolhouse, and then took the ruler from me. "Give it back!"I screamed at him trying to pull the ruler out of his grasp. "Look at yourself. you're bleeding to death, bruised, and cut badly. why are te doing this?"He took my hands into his and put his soft fingers under my chin so I would look him in the eyes. "I cant tell anyone.. he'll hurt me."I whimpered starting to shudder in fear. "Who will hurt you?"He seemed angry when those words passed my lips. "No one, never mind I was kidding."I laughed nervously and looked to the side with tears still sliding down my cheeks. "I want the truth. tell me who will hurt you."His normally calm voice turned into a hiss. "My father killed my mother when I was just 7 years old and he told me not to tell anyone o he would kill me, but I ran off to call the police and ever since then he beats me so I would remember not to break his rule."I spoke between my loud sobbing and hiccups. "I'm going to call the police-."I cut him off. "No, d-don't call them. when he gets out of prison he'll hunt me down and kill me."I gripped a handful of his light green polo camicia and continued to beg him to not call. "He's been beating te for over 9 years now, Gwen. he probably wont be coming out of prison for murdering your mother and threatening to do so to you."He pulled out his cell phone and began dialing. "You don't understand.. he's the chief of police here. they wont believe te because I've tried telling them once and all they did was laugh at me and then make me stand in a jail cell for the rest of the night for tattle telling."I whispered angrily and he stopped pushing buttons and put his phone back in his pocket. "So what are te going to do..?"He questioned with still anger written across his face. "Wait until he kills me.."I mumbled and sat back down in the corner of the classroom with my face in my hands. "I'm so sorry."He pulled me into his lap and held me close. "I want to die."I sobbed into his shoulder. "Be strong, sweetheart. It will be okay."He cooed gently in my ear and I yelled into his ear that it wouldn't. Cop sirens rang loudly from outside the schoolhouse and heard people shouting. I gasped and hid behind Trent in fear as footsteps got closer to the classroom we were in. "I think they're in here."One of the cops whispered and the doorknob turned slowly to reveal my dad standing there with his jaw hanging low. "Oh God.."I whispered and started to run to the closet door in the room and he tackled me to the ash covered ground beating a cop stick over my head. "How fucking dare te spend time with someone without my permission."He punched me across the face and pushed me into the bacheca enough to make it almost fall over. One of the cops tased Trent a couple of times before hand cuffing him and shoving him into the cop car. "Why are te taking him to jail..?"I pushed him off of me and was immediately punched in the gut causing me to fall then being dragged da the hair towards my father's truck. I looked up at the window and Trent was slamming himself at the door to try and break free. The cop in the passenger sede, sedile reached back and tased him once più and he shook violently having his head slam onto the window. He looked at me with saddened eyes seeing a tear slide down his cheek made me start to cry and I tried breaking free from my father's grip, but he slapped me and threw me into his truck and drove us home. "You're lucky I didn't break all the Bones in your body and run over te with my damn car. "He sneered at me pulling out a bottle of whiskey and chugging it down. I sighed under my breath and hoisted my head up with my hand and stared out the window. I glanced over a couple of times watching him drink numerous bottles of whiskey and noticed his driving starting to zig zag. After sipping the last drops of the third bottle, he crashed into someone's mailbox and the truck became airborne slamming onto the road with a loud crash sliding across the road and finally reaching home. I crawled out of the broken window and tried running off to freedom, but he grabbed me da my wrist and dragged me inside. "I cant believe te turned out to be a whore like your mother!"He slurred and smashed the empty bottle on the floor demanding I would clean it up. "She wasn't a whore, she just didn't want to live with a abusive man."I continued cleaning up the glass and was thrown at the bacheca in a second. He punched me in the face with both of his fists so fast I couldn't barely see what was going on. "I think I can forgive te if I get something I want."He threw me on my stomach and climbed on superiore, in alto of me, feeling his tongue swirl around my ear. I screamed in pure disgust and pushed him off of me with the jerk of my back. As soon as I started running I was tackled and slammed face first onto the wooden floor opening my eyes to find large drops of blood dripping from both my nostrils. He turned me over on my back and ripped my camicia open along with my bra, sucking and squeezing both of breast. I started to scream as loud as I could hoping someone would hear me and he stuffed my camicia in my mouth and continued to touch me. I was dragged into my parents room and thrown on the letto and tied down so I couldn't break free. "My, my. te do have a nice body just like your mother did."He chuckled before climbing on superiore, in alto of me and thruster himself painfully inside of me. I cried the entire time he played with me and I tried getting out from the ropes but to only be beat severely with a whip. After the horrible session he had with me he tore everything out of my room and locked me in there. I flicked the switch for the light but it seems like he cut the power to my room. I curled up in a ball on the cold floor, hugging my bare and bruised body. "Help me, Trent. I need you."I whispered aloud and cried myself to sleep.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours

And though my edges may be rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

"Get up whore and get to school before you're late."He kicked me in my side covered in deep cuts throwing me towards the bathroom. I walked silently towards school not waving hello to some of my friends, not fighting back the jocks that stood da the entrance of the school and picked on the ones who looked like a lowlife person. "Hey, Gwen. te seem a little down today."Bridgette ran up beside me in gym as I barely tried to run around the school track having the coach scream in my ear to make me go faster. "Just sick to my stomach is all.."I mumbled and continued dragging my feet along the moist fake erba of the football field. I sat behind the bleachers so the coach wouldn't make me do exercises o whatever death threatening obstacle course he made us do everyday. "I saw what happened yesterday.."Leshawna told me as she chewed on one of the energy bars she ha rubato, stola from Owen's man purse. "Great.. like I care."I crossed my arms tightly over my chest and leaned back, blowing the strands of blue hair out of my eyes. "Trent was taken to the police station, why-."I cut her off. "Why are te trying to get into my business? did te suddenly turn into one of Heather's slaves and decided to try to make me cough out all the risposte for you? Just leave me alone."I stormed off back into the school and sat outside my successivo class until the successivo campana, bell rang. I saw many teens walk da me laughing and whispering something to their buddy before looking at me again and laughing. "Are te Gwen Peake..?"The vice principal walked up to me with her usual clipboard she carries around. "Yeah.. who wants to know?"I hissed at her and stood up. "Well, Ms. Peake, your father is here to pick te up to take te to a funeral."She led me towards the office and there was the devil himself sitting in a chair with the most fake sweet smile in the world. "Gwen, my lovely angel. someone tragically died 21 hours fa and his parents invited us to his funeral."He wrapped one of his arms around me and took me outside to be painfully crushed da his arm around my rib cage when we were out of sight to the teachers. "Who died again..?"I pulled away from his tight grasp and looked at him with a suspicious yet furious expression. "Oh, te know. the guy who was with te the other night. probably your boyfriend."He put his fingertips together, grinning devilishly. I swore I felt my cuore stop. "What? What happened?!"I shrieked seeing people's heads turn towards the scene. "I couldn't just let him get away with taking my sweet child from me and not letting me know te were going to be away."He threw me in his truck and back towards the house. "You son of a bitch! why would te kill him?!"I slapped him across the face and he slammed on the breaks, lunging towards me and breaking the door of his truck. He slapped and punched me in the face, along with getting slammed onto da the car door and having my head smashed into the side of his truck. "Get cleaned up and dressed formally. we leave in a bout an hour."He sneered throwing me into my empty room. I cant believe he's dead. I cleaned up my wounds and got into my silk black dress, limping my way down the stairs since my leg was probably broken when he slammed the car door on me. "Where do te think we're going to, a whore house? whatever, come on. the ceremony starts in an hour."He pushed me out the door and drove off towards the funeral home. Once we got there I noticed many people glaring at me, having tears running from their eyes and holding tissues in their hands just staring at me like zombies as I walked cautiously towards the graveyard. I stood there cold as stone in front of the closed casket with beautiful bouquets of fiori neatly upon it, the fake and some real fiore petals waving in the wind. There was a picture frame with pictures of Trent from as a baby up until now, written in cursive Scrivere 'Trent Walker. 1991- 2012.' This was all my fault. I was so cruel to him and all he was trying to do was help me with my family problems. He actually stood beside me and didn't mind if I was too broken down to say anything, he still stayed there with his arms around me telling me everything was going to be okay. "How could you?"Someone sniffed choking on tears from behind me. I turned around to a woman who looked somewhat like Trent who had curly black hair and green eyes, wearing a long black dress that went to her feet with a black sunhat on a net over it hanging in her face. "Why would te kill my big broder..?"A small boy walked up to me in a tux and pushed my aching leg. Even some of my Friends and their Friends were here standing around his casket in each other's arms. "Gwen.. why would te do such a thing..?"Bridgette came up to me with puffy red eyes before putting her face into Geoff's chest and continuing to cry. "I didn't do anything.."I whispered under my breath and stood beside my dad in the back of everyone so I wouldn't be insulted anymore. "We are gathered here to giorno to witness the death of Trent Walker. tragically died in a car accident about 21 hours fa of drunk driving says his best friend, Geoff, who was texting him at the time received a message that told him he was going to kill himself because of Gwen Peake. And I also see that she has joined us today."The preacher turned his eyes away from the casket to death glare at me making everyone turn to me with the same expression. "Would anyone like to say any words before we are to burry this poor soul to be sent above?"The preacher asked, many of my Friends went up to say how they've always known him since forever and how he was such an honest and care giving person. "I've known Trent since we were in pre school and been buds since then. I've never been so upset to lose someone in my life."Geoff placed his hand over his eyes before walking off to be hugged da his girlfriend Bridgette. "Don't te think te should say something, murderer..?"My father nudged me before chuckling in his throat. "I met him days fa and.. well, he really isn't like any other guy te would ever meet. I agree with the others, he was a sweet man. I just don't understand why he would kill himself for me. I'm sorry to his Friends and family that he did so. But I have to thank him for standing beside me to let me cry upon his shoulder. thank te for listening to me. I Amore you.."I walked away from the mic when I spoke that final statement. As they were lowering his casket into the ground everyone was tossing fiori onto it and I ripped a drawing of a cuore with a poem about him in it and tossed it down along with the flowers. I stayed there as everyone was leaving and watched the two construction workers pat down the dirt so it wouldn't wash away and stuffed the tombstone into the ground that had Trent's information written across it. I fell to my knees and rested my forehead on the tombstone gripping it gently as I cried to myself. "Hurry up, princess. we need to get home."My father sneered as he tapped away on his cell phone flashing one of his text messages for me to see 'Lol, my daughter is crying over some dead person.' "You don't even care, do you..?"I stood from the grave and glared at him with both my fists clenched. "Honestly, I don't care. I barely knew the guy besides when he tried to touch you."He rolled his eyes, hearing his phone vibrate in his pocket and laughing at the smart culo commento his friend text back. "He didn't touch me, te did."I hissed and he stopped texting to slap his phone across my face and demand to get walking to the truck. "Get to bed. I don't want to hear te sobbing all night te ugly piece of shit."He sneered in my ear before shoving me into my room and slamming my door shut, locking it. I sat down on the floor, hugging my shuddering knees and lied my head upon them starting to cry silently. I just cant believe he's dead.. after all he's done for me and I just slapped him around like my father has been doing to me. I should've listened to him and let him call the police, I wonder if the station thought he was trustworthy and would've taken my father in. I saw the silver buttons on his giacca gleam in the moonlight and I scooted over towards it wrapping it's warmth around me actually feeling his arms being wrapped around me made a shiver run down my spine. I heard a branch snap from outside following after was a tap at my window, looking over to see a dark figure standing there with it's hand on the window. I walked over and opened the window to now be facing the school punk, Duncan. "What do te want road kill?"I whispered, annoyed that he was here and got his fingerprints all over the glass. "Hehe, nice. but I just wanted to see if te were going to kill yourself-."I cut him off da punching him in the arm. "Leave me alone."I walked back over to the spot I was in and went into the same position of hugging my knees. "I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, I just don't want te to hurt yourself because of all of this."He knelt down beside me putting his hand under my chin and I jerked away. "Wouldn't te if someone te were close to did that..?"I whisper-yelled, starting to cry again. "Please don't cry."He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap. "J-Just go, before my dad-."I was cut off when he planted his lips upon mine. I pushed him off of me and violently wiped off my mouth with my sleeve. "What's wrong, princess..?"He lied there on his back with a smug look on his face, wiggling his unibrow at me. "I'm not ready to sposta on yet.."I crossed my arms and turned away. "Why not..? maybe he thought it would be better to do so. he doesn't want te to suffer."He was in front of me in a secondo and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I don't know-."He cut me off again with his lips forcefully baciare mine. I couldn't fight back from the weakness that overwhelmed me, so I enjoyed this embrace and kissed back. He took the giacca off of me and threw it in the corner, sliding his hands up and down my arms. I opened my eyes to see his leg was up and to look dreadfully at Trent's jacket. 'Maybe he wants me to sposta on..' I thought to myself before going back to making out with Duncan.

te healed these scars over time
Embraced my soul
te loved my mind
You're the only Angel in my life

The giorno news came my best friend died
My knees went weak and te saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes

Years passed, Duncan and I have gotten even closer. last night when he took me out to cena he finally proposed to ask me to be his wife. I hesitated a little, but I detto yes. "I'll see te later, babe. have to go see what the guys are up to."He wrapped his arm around me and baciare me gently before driving off in his car. Even if Duncan proposed, it still feels like something is missing in my life. Months after my father molested me I found out I was pregnant and that turned everything into hell. I didn't want to give birth to my own blood's child, so I agreed to getting an abortion. When I told him I was, he let all of his rage loose and beat me until I was numb to make me not kill his own baby. We went to the ultrasound clinic and checked on his baby, I dare not say it is mine. It was a girl, but after he went home all in joy about having another kid, I couldn't take this pregnancy of his any longer so I drove to the abortion clinic and killed his baby. He started to notice that I wasn't craving o my stomach wasn't getting larger and found out that I aborted his child because of the papers that came in the mail about it and he beat me again. He stopped letting me see Duncan and locked me in my room all giorno with no Cibo nor water. I just sat there with my rib cage continuing to be più visible everyday with my mouth dry as a desert. "I'm going to work, I'm locking all the doors and if te try to get out the security lasers with shock te and te will be paralyzed for hours. I'll unlock your door but when I get home tonight, back in the cell for you."He gave me one of the daily beatings before walking out the door and getting into his truck and drove to work. I walked downstairs and almost ate everything that was in the fridge and drank multiple glasses of water, throwing up all of the liquid in my stomach afterwards. I walked down into the basement that I am never allowed in and heard something rattling around behind the door that had a sign that read 'Keep out. this means te Gwen.' I slid my hand over the superiore, in alto of the door to find a rusty key and unlocked the door to find two people tied to chairs with their mouths taped shut. They both looked up from the floor and their eyes widened, starting to talk but the tape muffled their words. "Trent..?"I put my hands over my mouth to quiet my gasp and my eyes became watery. I could see through the tape that he was smiling, but his eyes were bloodshot and baggy, and he looked beaten. I looked at the other person who was crying trying to break free from the constricting ropes that surrounded her. "Mom, I've missed te so much."I untied her and her arms flew around me, hugging me tight. "My sweet baby, I thought I'd never see te again."She cried joyously as she choked me with her tight hug. "I thought dad had killed you."I looked up at her and started to remember that giorno again feeling a surge of depression shoot through me. "That was my twin sister.. he covered it up so I would live like a slave in here for the rest of my days until I passed away."She coughed and patted my back as she hugged me. I looked over at the exhausted teen who was flashing his eyes from open to closed and smiled, untied him and slowly pulled the duct tape off his lips. "I thought te were dead.."I whispered and leaned my forehead on his tears of joy filling my eyes. "No, your dad paid Geoff to tell everyone I was dead and make up that fake text I sent of me wanting to kill myself over you. for the funeral, he paid the preacher to also believe all of the lies and go along with it. I really missed you."He whispered looking deep into my eyes. "I missed te too, Trent."I put my hands on his cheeks before hugging him gently. "What's that on your finger..?"My mother questioned as me and Trent were holding each other so closely. "Oh.. um.."I trailed off and Trent got worried when he looked at my ring finger and looked back up at me with an expression that read 'tell me it isn't true.' "I'm so stupid. I knew I shouldn't have detto yes to Duncan's proposal."I covered my eyes with my hands and started to cry. "Duncan..? Shit, I forgot about him."Trent growled under his breath. "What do te mean..?"I looked up from my hands with tears still falling from my eyes. "Sweetheart, your fiance was also bribed da your father to ask te to marry him and then on te guy's honeymoon, Duncan will try to murder te and blame it on me so then I would be taken to prison."My mother spoke with a sigh following after the end of the last sentence. "Oh my God.. I cant believe Duncan would do such a thing."I felt weak in the knees o actually everywhere that my father faked both of their deaths and made me go through all of this. "Gwen, where are you?"My father shouted from upstairs and heard his boots stomp along the stairs. "Hide, Gwen-."He cut her off standing there in the doorway loading a shotgun and pointing it at me. "What did I say about coming in here?"He walked towards me with the gun, flicking the safety off and nudging it into my chest. "What the fuck did I say?!"He slapped me across the face with the cold metal and I fell onto the floor. "Why would te fake their deaths?"I crawled backwards on the floor soon bumping into a wall. "Because I enjoy watching te cry in pain and suffer like the little cagna te are. now I am going to kill te for figuring out my secret and killing my baby."He chuckled and aimed the gun at me. Trent got up from his chair and broke it over his head, my dad accidentally shooting my mother in the shoulder. He cried out in pain and turned around to Trent and slapped the gun across his face. Trent punched him across the face and right before he was going to punch, punzone him again my dad held him back da pushing the shotgun in his face and pushing him so hard to slam him into the wall. Trent made a little groan sound and held his bleeding head, being hit on the spot that was bleeding with my dad's fist. Trent took the gun from him and shot him in the arm and he screamed, taking the gun from him and throwing it on the floor making the gun go off and launched a bullet into my foot. I cried out and my mother came to my side to help and stop the rapid bleeding. I looked up and through my blurry vision I could see my dad and Trent having a major fist fight. "Babe..?"Duncan walked into the room with a bouquet of fiori standing there in shock as he watched Trent and my dad fight. I limped up to my feet and walked over to him, punching him across the face and stuffing the fiori in his mouth. "You stupid bastard, te lied about loving me."I sneered and his shocked expression turned into a devilish smirk. "It was worth every dime."He pulled the fiori out of his mouth and slapped me in the face with the cash my dad gave him. I wrapped my arms around him and as he was leaning in to baciare me, I gripped his shoulders and kicked him between the legs. He gave out a girly shriek, placing both his hands between his legs and falling to the floor curled up in pain. "Do te think te could just take my daughter whenever and whatever time te want? Do you?!"My father gripped Trent's throat as tight as he could, seeing his face turn blue made me più scared than ever. I pushed my dad off of him and watched as Trent deeply breathed and his face turning to his normal color. "I wasn't really only doing this just because I loved seeing te suffer and crawl in pain, well kinda. But my point is that I didn't want my little girl going down the wrong path."His eyes softened and he placed his hand on my cheek. "You know what, Michael? It's too damn late for te to apologize for all the hell te put me through. I could care less for your stupid, pity daddy love. te made me believe te killed the two I loved most was dead. I cried myself to sleep every night knowing I didn't have my mother and the sweetest man to comfort me for whatever was going on in my life. I was blamed for his death.. and te covered up your own wife's death for several years. how could you..?"I started out screaming, then ending my sentence with tears of anger boiling in my eyes. "Maybe it's because I didn't even want te o even a family. I showed up at a dance bar one night and found your mother before she turned out to be an ugly cheating slut and paid her to have sex with me. I lied that I used a condom, tried to far away from her as far as I could but somehow the cagna found me and made me help her with the stupid pregnancy. 9 months later was the worst giorno of my life. an ugly clone of her mother popped out and the cagna and I got married so I had no choice to take care of you."He sneered, fists clenched. I looked at my mother and her face was soaked of tears and her eyes were all puffy. "I thought te loved me."She whimpered, putting her face into her hands and continuing to sob. "Yeah, well I was only in it for the sex. I never loved you. not even when we were saying our vows at our wedding."He crossed his arms seeming like he didn't care at all. "I hate you!"She cried out and threw herself at him, punching and slapping at his face. He screamed at her to get off of him, but she continued to hit him and he threw her across the room slamming against the wall. "Trent, get the gun!"I called out and he quickly went for the gun but Michael picked it up. "Not so tough now, huh bitch?"He re-loaded it once più and got his aim ready. I grabbed the pocketknife from the passed out punk on the floor and slit open Michael's neck, feeling his blood splatter on my face. I stuffed the coltello into his head and watched his hands shakily make their way to touch the knife, then collapsing on the floor into a puddle of blood. Trent ran over and grabbed me into a tight hug. "I think I broke my back.."My mother moaned in pain as she lied there on the floor face down. She was rushed to the hospital da an ambulanza and safely got out of surgery. "I want to thank te kids for helping me get out of that."She slowly lifted her hand up to my cheek and smiled. "What do te mean..? didn't te Amore him?"I questioned and she responded with a shake of her head. "I thought he would kill me if I told him I wanted a divorce.. God bless te both."Her smile grew and she closed her eyes, hearing a loud beep fill my ears. I saw that her cuore monitor had gone flat. "No, te can't die. Mommy please don't go."I felt my young 7 anno old spirit take control of my actions. I started to get teary eyed and Trent pulled me into him. "It's going to be alright, sweetheart. we set her free. she's in a safer place now."He whispered soothingly into my hair and I looked over at the peaceful look on my mother's face. "Goodbye, mom."I leaned over the letto and kissed her on the cheek.

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I graduated from college just days fa and here I am staring at the 20 anno old face of myself in the mirror. I lifted up a picture frame of my mother holding me as a kid, feeling tears whelm up in my eyes and watched one drip upon it. "Gwen, are te ready yet?"Trent knocked on the door as he was fixing his tie. "I'm almost done.."I sniffed, wiping my eyes of the tears. He noticed me holding a picture in my hand and his face turned concerned for a secondo but then turning into a smile, walking over and baciare my neck gently. "Stop it.. you're going to give me a hickey."I giggled and tried shoving his face away but he continued baciare me. "Then, please hurry with your female business. I'll be waiting for te downstairs darling."He wrapped his arms around my bulging stomach before baciare me on the cheek and walking out of the room. Trent and I had a little celebration knowing that we were just months away from being done with school and it resulted out to me being pregnant, and this time happily. "There te are, gorgeous."He took my hand at the last few steps of the stairs and walked me out to his car. "Trent.. do te think we're going to be good parents?"I spoke up from the somewhat awkward silence since he looked too nervous to speak. "Why do te say that, babe? of course we will."He reached over and rubbed my hand gently. "It's just.. I started to remember what happened that giorno and.."I started to break down and he took my hand and kissed it. "Don't cry, sweetie. don't worry about what happened then it's already done. something good came out of it so there's nothing to be upset about."He continued to peck and rub my hand. "I thought I detto no fancy places.."I mumbled looking out the window at the building before us. "Nothing is too good for you."He chuckled and kissed my cheek, walking over to the other side of the car and helping me out. "This is embarrassing.."I mumbled under my breath as the waiter led us to our table. "What is..?"He sat down beside me, pulling me close. "People are staring at my stomach.."I was thankful the waiter gave us a tavolo in the back and no one could see us. "You can't help it. a beautiful baby girl is growing inside of you."He wrapped his arms around me, baciare me softly on the lips. The Cibo came and I quickly cleaned off my plate faster than Trent did. I buried my face into the palm of my hand and started to blush, seeing that few people were looking at me. Trent stood from his chair and soon was standing beside me with his hand upon my shoulder. "Something wrong, babe..?"I questioned as he slightly shuddered as he stood there with his cheeks bright red. He took a deep breath and got down on one knee, pulling out a small box and opening it. "Gwen, will te marry me?"He stare deeply into my eyes with hope. I was too shocked to breathe o say anything, I sat there cold as stone. I knew Trent would treat me much better than the last one that proposed to me. "Yes, I would Amore to."I smiled, joyous tears filling my eyes. He grinned and slid the ring on my finger, standing up and baciare me passionately. The people around us were clapping and congratulating on soon to be wed. "I Amore you."I whispered as I lied beside Trent in letto with my head rested upon his bare chest. "I Amore te too, Gwen."He got over on his side and kissed me on the lips.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours

And though my edges may be rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours