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2021-05-19 19:35:30I know that in the beginning, you will like it's a shitty story, but please trust me it gets more exciting and better throughout.
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Hello, my name is Fleurie, I am eighteen years old, and I live an awful life. Life was good for me until that storm came, the storm that smashed up my life.
It was difficult to watch my mother slowly fade away as she battled breast cancer, I watched her struggle with the disease, and it was hard to believe she wasn't going to make it. It was only a matter of time before that monster won.
The experience left me with many unresolved issues, as well as a sense of regret that I could have done more, that I could have done something; at the very least, I could have said goodbye.
I Remember.
In my memory, I remember her sitting at the piano, fingers tapping rhythmically, patiently listening to her students' rattles.
Her love of the sea is something I remember.
Sunflowers were her favourite flower, and I remember her love of them.
In the years before my mom died, and before the monster attacked her, I was very close to my father, who was my hero, my first date, and my best friend. However, when my mom died, all that came crashing down.
During my eighth year, I was overwhelmed with fear and anxiety, as a result of him emotionally abusing, physically abusing, and sexually abusing me.
It is impossible for me to remember what it is like not to cry after all my scars and bruises.
During the past few years, he has hit me, kicked me in the stomach, punched me, called me names, and blamed me for things I did not do. He started with just slapping; one time he said we had no eggs so I made two eggs, but he hit me until blood stained the floor, I kept begging him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. I told him we didn't have any eggs.
He didn't come to a screeching halt.
He was having some fun when he raped me.
My own father assaulted me and called me slurs like "bitch," "whore," "slut," and everything else that came to mind.
It didn't end with my father at home, People at my school bullied me.
When he struck me till I blacked out, I stopped talking and remained silent. Bullying has increased.
Everything that occurred to me was kept a secret.
Because he threatened to kill anyone and everyone who discovered the torture and other horrific things he did to me.
He did it once. I'm sure he'll do it again and again if given a chance. He is a monster who will never stop being a monster.
I couldn't even do anything to stop it from happening. I was a naïve little kid with no one in this world.
There are no other family members to seek protection from, and no friends to shout and gripe to.
My own brother abandoned me in this awful household, with no safety from the monster who lived there.
My family had turned on me.
The entire world had betrayed me.
I betrayed myself.
I can't even have trust in myself.
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4 YEARS LATER " I'm as yellow as the school bus, I'm free and Dark blue as the skies at night, I'm overwhelmed " Fleurie stood in front of the cell's silver bars and said while smiling slightly. " What do you want? " Marisa scoffed, averted her eyes and looked at the cement floor while biting her nails. " To check up on you " Fleurie sat in front of the cell, carefully so she won't touch the silver bars. " What do you want? " she asked again and her voice is filled with void and coldness. Marisa's hair was short, she asked them to cut it short when they decided to put her in the cells as long as she's in the cells, they gave her clothes and toiletries so she can be escorted to one of the bathrooms in the dungeon. " To see how you're doing, you will spend more years here and would be sent to werewolves rehab centre " Fleurie sighed and looked at her fondly, she still considers her as her friend.
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The morning came with their hearts still aching. Fleurie's forehead is throbbing from the torment she has endured. She refuses to see him. She does not want to see anyone. She only wants to be with her mate. She just wants to be surrounded by her mate's warmth, scent, and everything else related to her mate. The mere thought of her brother's presence causes her to shake with rage. He abandoned her. He didn't return to her. He abandoned her to a monster which completely destroyed her life. A monster who left mental scars on her. Her childhood was ruined by a monster. A monster that had contaminated every part of her body. She would never be able to forgive him. "What are you thinking about?" her mate's deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She stared silently into his eyes. She traced his face with the tip of her fingers slowly. She smiled but immediately winced due to her forehead. "Be careful," Graysen warned, gently kissing her stitched forehead. "You're handsome,"
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Third Point Of View: Fleurie frowned at the sound of the familiar name; the realization hit her quickly, and memories rushed back like wild waves in the middle of a storm. Her heart swelled and exploded with pain; her brother had returned, and just seeing him caused her pain; the sadness drained through her rather than skating over her skin. It managed to pass through every cell on its way to the ground. She filtered it, but strangely, she kept what was pure, leaving only the dirt. She arose from the couch, her body shaking and trembling. She dashed toward the stairwell, tears streaming down her sunken cheeks. Ryan's heart was clenched in agony. Marisa chased her up the stairwell, and Apollo quickly flew toward the stairs; whenever the vibes become gloomy and intense, he shifts immediately. Graysen felt her anguish, but he needed to finish dealing with them before going after his mate. Fleurie slammed the door shut and curled up in one of the room's corners. Marisa rushed into
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