I know I said I wouldn't do this, but this chapter will be triggering, please read with caution.

The birds tweet, announcing that the sun has risen. My eyes peel open just to be met with the harsh rays of the sun pouring through the window. I pull the blankets over my face, blocking out the sun. I try to fall back asleep, but pounding at my door has me pulling the blankets off of my face.

"Yes?" I announce to the door.

Dora bounds through the door, jumping on the bed so hard it makes the pillows fly. "Mom is making pancakes, she said we could help," she says excitedly. "Come downstairs when you are ready."

After she leaves, I drag my overly sore body out of the bed. I go into the bathroom, brush my teeth, and pull my hair back into a ponytail. I dig through the bags of clothes from yesterday, overwhelmed with my options. I try to put an outfit together, not knowing what is appropriate together or not. 

"Syria, honey? Are you alright?" Andromeda asks as she enters my room, but stops when she sees the mess I have made from the clothes thrown around the room.

"I'm sorry-," I quickly say. "I will pick it up. I'm so sorry."

"Oh no, it isn't a problem, dear; how about I help pick something out?" she offers.

I nod as she goes through the clothes, picking out a pair of ripped jeans and a band shirt Dora picked out. She sends me into the bathroom, where I change. When I come out of the bathroom, Andromeda is picking up the clothes off the wood floor and, putting them in the drawers of the antique dresser, and hanging some in the closet. 

"Alright, dear, are you ready? Dora is so excited," she says.

I nod and follow her down the stairs, and we enter the kitchen. 

Dora holds up a distorted Mickey Mouse pancake that she obviously made herself, "I should drop out and be a pancake artist."

"Keep dreaming, honey," Andromeda says while patting Dora's shoulder.

Dora explained how to do it, and I made a couple of heart-shaped pancakes, not attempting any fancy shapes like Dora. 

We sit down, and I eat a couple of bites before picking at my food for the rest of the meal. 

After breakfast, I go back up to my room. Margret sits on the bed, watching the birds in the tree outside the window. I start to go through the bags from yesterday, trying to organize.

"What are you doing?" Dora asks after busting into the room.

"What do you mean?" I reply.

"We're doing makeovers, come on," she instructs.

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I'm sitting on Dora's bed with a green avocado mask on my face. Dora's room has pink and black walls, covered with band posters. Some of Andromeda's plants are in her room, but they are half dead unlike the ones through out the rest of the house. Her room is as loud as her personality. Instead of playing soft, spa like music you would typically think of, she is playing rock music so loud we can't hear each other. Instead of putting the cucumbers on her face, Dora has resorted to eating them instead. 

Her timer goes off and we wash our faces in her sink, that is surrounded by her messy counter. She clears off a spot on the counter then sits me down and tells me to choose a nail polish. The choices are matte black, shimmering black, and black sparkles. 

I pick the shimmering black and she starts on my nails.

"So are you excited to start school?" Dora asks.

"I don't know really," I reply.

I hadn't had a lot of time to think about it. I had always been taught by the nuns and I don't know what that will be like to not be.

"That makes since. Hogwarts is fun, you will meet a lot of people and make friends. If you get detention, don't worry about it, it means you were having fun. If someone is mean just beat them up."

A few minutes go by in silence as she moves to the other hand and starts dragging the brush across my nails.

"I understand if you are not allowed to tell me, but what all did McGonagall tell your family?" I question.

"I can't tell you everything, and Mom and Dad know more than I do, but if you ask specific questions I might answer."

"Did Minny say who my parents are?"

"She didn't."

"Do you know if she knows who my parents are?"

"I don't know," Dora replies.

Dora finches my nails and moves onto to my makeup, dragging brushes with bright colors across my eyelids.

"From what you have seen so far do you like France or England better?" Dora asks.

"I'm not sure," I answer as I think back to France.

Honestly, I hadn't seen much of France even though I had lived there my whole my life. I grew up mostly in the girl's home, only ever seeing other places when I would go to foster homes. Other girl's would leave and go on outings similar to a school field trip often. When I was old enough to finally go on the trips, after the first one I was prohibited. 

We had went to see the Eiffel Tower. They often went on trips with the boy's home, and this was one of those trips. One of the older boys came up to me, he had dark blonde hair and brown eyes. He talked to me the whole walk. It was the first time someone had shown interest in being my friend, but it was also the first time I ever received attention from a boy and not only a boy, but an older boy. I would be lying if I said the attention wasn't nice.

It was windy in France and it caused my dress to blow up some. The boy and his friends laughed, as I tried to hold my dress down. The one boy that had been talking to me slapped my butt when my dress came up again. I was mortified, not only had my dress blown up in front of a group of boys, but by the boy hitting my butt. I didn't completely understand what that meant, but I knew it wasn't a good thing. The laughing got the nun's attention. One of the nuns grabbed my hand harshly and walked swiftly back down the stone sidewalk, dragging me behind her. The wind and the pace at which I am being pulled forces my dress up again and the boys start laughing even harder behind me. I try to use my arm that isn't being pulled to hold it down, but all that happens is my arm flapping in the air from the fast pace.

I'm taken to the church, and pulled up the stairs, tripping on multiple and hitting my knees on the cold hard tile, but it doesn't matter how many times I fall the nun doesn't stop or slow. She pushes open the wooden door of the Priest's office and pushes me in so hard that my body hits a chair that is sitting in front of his desk.

"Take her Father, the child is out of control! The girl is a whore, sir! She flashed the boys on the trip, even when I pulled her away she continued to do so! She purposefully tempted them! That - that demon!" the nun screams so hard that it rattles the walls.

Whore. I had heard that word before. I heard the older girls saying it when looking at me, but I don't know what it means. 

"I will handle it Sister, don't worry," he announces calmly.

The nun give a nod then exists the room.

"Syria my dear, everything is all right, don't worry," he reassures.

I take a breathe of relief at his words, sinking into the chair in front of his desk that I had hit. 

"Oh no honey, you are going to come over here," he scoots his chair back from his desk, indicating for me to stand between him in the desk.

I stand up slowly and walk over hesitantly till I am standing between him and the large bulky brown desk. 

"Turn around dear," he instructs.

I turn till I'm facing the desk, not able to see him at all. 

"Put your chest on the desk dear."

I try to lay on the desk, but it is more difficult than expected because the desk is taller than my waist causing me to have to wiggle until I am completely on the desk, my feet no longer touching the floor. As I tried to get on the desk it caused my dress to come up some, but I didn't notice until the Priest said something.

He makes a ticking sound before speaking, "I see what Sister was saying now about your inability to keep yourself covered."

I hear the Priest walk away and I quickly pull my dress down.

"Oh don't worry about your modesty now dear, your safe with me."

He comes back so that he is standing behind me, and he drops something loudly behind me, making a clanking sound that echoes through the room. When I try to look behind me to see what it was, he makes that ticking sound with his mouth again.

"Now dear, I need you close your eyes and keep them closed and don't talk. Do you think you can do that for me?"

I nod as I close my eyes. He undoes the buttons on the back of my dress that lead all the way down. My skin is met with the cold air of the room. He pulls the cotton panties off, and down till they hang so low they are by my shoes. My eyes start to prick with tears at the humiliation, but I remain quiet as I was told. A whishing sound fills the room, then my bottom is hit with a large piece of wood. My body stings and it becomes worse with every hit. At some time he looses the paddle and uses his hand. His hand is worse, it makes me feel even more uncomfortable and dirty.

Eventually he stops, he pulls my panties back on and buttons my dress. He makes me stand up, then when I don't look at him, he lifts my chin till I'm looking at him. He wipes the tears that had fallen onto my red cheeks.

"It needed to be done, you needed to learn what happens when you are a whore and tempt the boys, your actions have consequences. Now you need to thank me," he demands.

"Thank you Father," I say quietly to the Priest.

"You're welcome. I love you, now go back to your room," he instructs.

"Syria, Syria," the woman's voice breaks me out of my trance.

Andromeda stands in front of me with a very concerned looking Dora standing behind her.

"Are you ok dear?" she questions.

I didn't even notice I was crying till she wipes the tears from my cheeks.

I just give a slight nod in response.

That chapter was a lot. How was everyone's week? I hope you are doing well, I'm so ready to not be overloaded with school, and trying to figure out my health problems. I only have three weeks left of school before I change to doing classes online, than I might change to two chapters a week. The doctor I went to was very clueless, now I'm trying to find another doctor, so that is the update on that. I hope you have a good week, till next Sunday.