"Are we their yet?!" An annoyed, 5 year old girl's voice, wined from the back sit of the car.

"No not yet, sweetie." Her Mother said simply, chuckling under her breath.

The girl sat there, with her little arms folded in front of her chest, unpleased with her Mother's answer. She rolled her eyes in frustration, "But I don't wanna wait any longer, Mommy!" She declared.

"But sadly, you have to." Her Mother says in response, making the little girl huff in disappointment.

The little girl wore a small pink summer dress, and her chestnut hair was tide into two small pigtails, held with two pink ribbons. Her skin was slightly tanned, and the freckles that scattered across her cheeks gave her a the pure look of innocents. And though her lips were pouted and her eyes were narrowed, you could still see the cute pinkness of her lips and the brightness of her sky blue eyes.

She was a spitting image of both her Mother and Father. She had the soft pink lips of her Mother and freckles that captured both their faces. As well, the stunning sky blue eyes of her Father and straight chestnut brown locks that framed both their faces.

"We're almost there, sweetie." Her Father announced.

They had finally neared the last street lights before the local beach. The beach was located right next to the town, it had a huge parking lot and a cute little forest path to reach it. The little girl absolutely loved the beach, it was the place where her and her family would always go on a hot summer's day.

The little girl's expression had changed rapidly. She was soon jumping for joy in her small car sit, not caring if her parents had said not to do this time and time again.

"Almost there! Almost there!" The little girl chanted with joy. "Almost -" But before she could finnish her innocent little chant, she was - spinning.

"Evelyn!" The girl heard her Mother faintly cry before finally went un-contuse.

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"Evelyn! Get your sorry ass in here!" An old hag yelled from the kitchen, breaking the allusion that was once my life.

I use to be happy...

I sighed in exhaustion. What does that old hag want now? I just finished cleaning the whole inside of this stinkin' house! What else does she want me to do? Clean the whole outside of the house, too?! Jeez..

"Yes, Griselda?" Or what I like to call her - not to her face of course - Godzilla. "What would you like?" I gave her a sweet smile as he walked into the kitchen, trying to play it cool, while fighting the strong urge to yank on her perfect blonde hair so hard it would fall out.

She says nothing. All she does is point at something. So I follow her slender figure to where she is pointing it to, to find a mountain of dishes. Shit. I forgot about the dishes! Good one Eve, you'll never hear the end of this now! Fuck.

My thoughts were interrupted with a sharp pain coming from cheek, and with that, I was crashing to the ground. She had slapped me. Nothing really new. Its her way of punishing me, though that's not her worse punishment she has ever given me. She could do much, much worse.

I use to be full of life...

"Evelyn?! Are you even listen to me?!" She screeched, making my ears bleed. "Oh, never mind! Just go do the dishes already, you brat!" She finished, storming out of the kitchen, leaving me all alone on the cold kitchen floor.

I sighed for the billionth time that day, wanting to take my sweet glorious time to get up, but I knew that wasn't a option. So I got up admittedly and walked over to the mountain of dishes calling my name. As I did, I rubbed my cheek, lightly, to sooth the little pain that was left in it. Though, it didn't hurt that much, my cheeks have become pretty much immune to her slaps by now.

Godzilla, and her husband, Victor, both treat me as if I was a maid, and a human stress ball. I could be just siting quietly in my room, doing absolutely nothing to bother them, then they come up and just abuse me. Only because their stressed from a ruff day or just plan angry at each other. That's the only reason they adopted me after all.

But now...

After cleaning, drying, and putting away the dishes, I went up to my room to finally get some peace and quite, though that didn't last very long. It was only a few seconds later that Victor was charging into my room, fuming. Hunger filled he's blood shot eyes, and then I knew exactly what was going through he's sick head. Sex.

I wasn't the first time he has done this to me, its more like the billionth. It was he's favorite way to release he's stress. I've actually kind of gotten use to it. So I just simply sat up on the bed and got ready for whatever he had planned this time. And that's pretty much how my night went. He released his stressed through sex and I just blankly laid there, waiting for it all to be over. Fun, right?

I'm just dead inside...

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