Chapter one

      Bloom Pov 

I curled my toes in my socks to make them a little warm .I was only wearing a white tank top and really really loose mickey mouse PJ pants . Waking up in the middle of nowhere in the woods was terrifying. My head hurt alot as I tried to get up .I dusted off the soil from my PJs and adjusted my glasses .How in the world did I find myself here.

        I need to get back home because it was late . A branch cracked in the distance disrupting my sad thoughts .I jumped over the huge tree trunk I sat and hid myself .I was quite small so this wasn't the problem .I peeked over the tree trunk and saw a huge dark black wolf .I was stuck in my spot sweating from fear .The wolf had striking green eyes which were mesmerizing and hard to look away from

                        "please go away,"I sniff

 It whimpered at my statement and tried to come closer.Was it finding ways to eat me ? I don't want to die in this gruesome way ! Everything about this wolf was pulling me and nothing was more scary than that I don't know how but I started to back away slowly until I hit a branch .I felt dizzy and everything became blurry. My glasses had fallen and I couldn't see anything .But the only Thing I could see was the big black figure with striking green eyes coming closer to me and closer.....

   I hissed loudly as my leg hit the table.Cold water was splashed on me violently as I woke up.

                   "Wake up lazy bones!"my father screamed as the remaining drops of cold water spilt on me . as lm drenched with cold freezing water . I sit up groggily and rub my throbbing head .I was tired and weak from the little sleep I had I don't know how long I was out but I think I was out for a long time.i look at my hands and my stomach growls.Its being two days since I had anything in my stomach .The last meal I had was pretty much a few slices of mouldy bread And water .

      

                    "Make me breakfast and clean the house while at it , Today we are moving !"

     I know better than to answer back or question my father further because it would always result into a beating .So I just keep quiet and keep my head low as usual.We had been moving from state to state because every time the teacher or the guidance counselor noticed something or asked questions.My father would torture me for being negligent and careless and We would have to move from another state .

      

           Last week Mrs Smith was worried about how tired how I looked all the time and the bruises I had on my neck that had resulted from chocking. She requested to see my father which earned me another beating and couldn't let me go back to school.

    I had to learn from a very young age about make up and the perfect tricks to cover bruises and scars .I don't know how Mrs Smith had noticed the bruises on my neck but I guess it was my carelessness . Because I had made sure to cover up everything on my face and neck .

    I start up quietly with my whole body shaking drenched in cold water .I slowly peeled off my clothes and took a quick shower before my father could notice anything .He always said that I didn't deserve nice things like a proper warm bath or a plate full of food .

      I tied my thick blond hair up and decided to put on a some regular sweat pants and a hood .I made sure I put on the concealer properly this time to hide any sort of bruises that could show . After that I put on my glasses.

      I went downstairs and immediately started preparing for breakfast before my father could come downstairs .If his food wasn't ready in time .It meant another severe punishment and no going out for the next one week.

       I could hear my father's heavy footsteps as he came downstairs slowly .He plopped on the wooden chair and looked at me with the ugly scar on his check.

                      "Pack your bags munchkin because we are moving this morning. Your school is asking alot of questions again ,"He sneers

                        "Alright father ,"I reply with a small voice and my head bowed .

                    "And I have already found a school for you ,it's a public school this time maybe no body will pay attention to your ugly face ,"he snorts

                       "Alright father,"I answer trying to mask my sadness. But a few tears escape .I wipe them quickly before he can notice anything because that meant another punishment or beating.My father hated pity.

                        " Are you crying again ?" He asks menacingly .

                            "No Papa,"I hiccup

    I can feel his dark presence on me as he stands up slowly from his chair .

                    "Look at me !"he shouts .

I lift my head slowly I swallow the fear I have in my throat .

                  "You good for nothing!" He shouts as he slaps me across the face .My cheek grows hot and I touch it soothingly.

                    "What did I tell you about crying in my face ,"He growls

                                " No no crying papa ,"I stutter.

                "No what?!"he repeats and proceeds to slap me again .

                                " No ..no.. crying papa,"I stutter loudly.

                       "Say it properly,"He shouted punching me in my stomach .

       I stumbled back and try to keep my tears from falling.I don't know what to do now .I have tried so hard to hide my stuttering but I don't know how to.

                            "No crying papa,"I say it firmly without stuttering this time .

                     "Good now get out of my face before I lose the least bit of appetite I have,"

             "And don't forget to pack your stuff!"he adds 

       I leave silently and head upstairs slowly in pain.When I finally reach my room i grab my pillow and cry so much to release the pain.The only way out of this house is through death .I had planned to leave the house when I was 18 but my father threatened me to never leave this place only if I ever die.

      I grab my tiny suitcase and pack all my stuff . Which is only a picture of my mum ,my old doll and some clothes I have.There isn't much that i have because my father said i never deserved nice things. I was only allowed to keep these things because it was enough for me .