Chapter 1

Addy lays in bed under the warm blankets, tears stained her pillows. She awoke slowly and sat up rubbing her eyes, she sighed seeing the black smeared eyeliner on her hand.

Getting up and looked in the mirror seeing her eyeliner and mascara smeared down her cheeks from her crying all day and night. It was exactly three years since her mother died, she was a very sweet woman.

Nancy, her mother, loved everyone and did whatever she had to to provide for her family. But once she got cancer she refused to take treatment knowing she'd die and leave her family in debt from her medical bills.

Addy quickly got a shower and was getting dressed when she heard a loud noise, her father kicked the door off the hinges and open, "I told you everyday at 7 am to have my breaksfast ready, get in there bitch and cook. We also have a guest coming so I want you to go to the Mall and get a nice outfit or you'll get a beating tonight..."

His eyes were full of hate, it was noticeable that her father wasn't inside of that monstrous beast. As his anger eyes stared at her, he realized she was standing in a nothing but her bra and panties. "Get some clothes on you fat bitch!" Heath, her father, slapped her, leaving a red hand print on her cheek and walked out. Storming down stairs, he didn't bothering on helping her up off the floor after slapping her.

Sitting on the cold wood floor she wiped some tears away, not noticing she was crying. No matter how many times he slapped her, he always managed to scare her. She wanted to run away, she was just 2 more days away from age eighteen then she could, he legally can't force her to stay.

Addy placed her hand on her cheek, knowing it would leave a small bruise, her father was very powerful. Her cheek stung as she got up and quickly put her black knee cut skinny jeans on and her Nirvana tank top on. She quickly blow dried her blonde hair and combed through it, getting the knots out.

Addy ran downstairs two steps at a time and started to cook some bacon and eggs. Her father sat at the table watching her with evil eyes, watching her every move. Picking up his phone, he called someone and eats a peice of bacon off the plate his daughter placed in front of him. "Hello... I'm doing good, how about yourself? ........ Yes sir, everything is still good for tonight...... seven o'clock is perfect.... see you then, bye...."

Heath looks at her, the same cold eyes from before staring into her soul, "Change of plans bitch, you will be leaving school early. I want you to go to the mall and find yourself a nice outfit for Mr. Manson... He's coming tonight and I want you on your best behavior... do I make myself clear?

Getting up, he walks toward her, the sound of his boots on the hard wood floor became louder. Grabbing her from behind, he growls in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"If your a good girl for Mr. Manson might not punish you that much tonight... also... don't bite.." Heath slaps her ass smirking, his hand grabbing some of her ass.

After Addys mother died he went crazy. He started drinking, bring prostitutes home and was very abusive. Addy wasn't his daughter anymore, she was his slave and she couldn't do anything till she was eighteen.

Addy's eyes got wide as she felt his hand slap and then grab her ass. Out of reaction she turned and slapped him. All she could hear was the impact of her hand on his cheek.

Looking up at him, his face turned red with anger. His eyes almost looking demonic black. Grabbing her neck, he pushed her over the counter and grabbed her hand, holding it over the flame coming from the stove.

Screaming, Addy cried, "Stop! It hurts!" her hand burned as the flame dances around on her hand. Smirking he pulls her hand away.

Throwing her toward the table, he bend her over and pulled her pants down. Her laced red panties were visible. Pulling them down as well he leans over, whispering in her ear.

"Naughty girls get punished.." Unzipping his pants, he pulled himself out, pushing it against her ass.

"You shouldn't have done that you little slut.." he growled as he slaps her ass a couple more times, "Please don't do this!"

"Hmm, should have thought of that before you slapped me." He grabbed her hips, his member pushing against her ass.

Suddenly his phone rang, pulling away he put himself back in his pants. Heath growled, looking back at her. "Your one lucky bitch... anyway, we need to keep you all clean and tight for Mr. Manson.

Waking off, he answered his cell phone, a smirk appearing on his face as he walked out to the car and drove off.

Crying, Addy quickly pulls her panties and pants up, "Fuck you!" she screamed. Walking to the freezer, she put a ice pack on her hand.

Addy walked to her room grabbing the rest of her books, shoving them into her bag. Noticing her cheek slightly bruised, she out in some makeup.

Faking a smile in the mirror she sighed, getting up. Putting her maroon converse on, she walked down and to the door.

On the way to school was horrible, some jocks and cheerleaders drove by. Flipping her off or driving by so quick, the puddles of water on the rode splashed onto her since it had been raining all day.

After school was over, she walked to the mall. Moving some wet hair from her face. Looking around she tried to find a clothes store. Finally walking into Ross she looked in the women's section.

Her main goal was to find something black. Smiling softly she found a beautiful black dress, it was beautiful.

After paying for the dress, she ran out noticing she was late. Her mind raced, hoping her father wasn't home yet. She'd get a good beating for being late.