All Chapters of Unloved from day one: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Stacy's mother Dixie loved her husband Kenneth very much, she had one child already named Spencer who wasn't from Kenneth, Spencer was very excited to meet her sister in just a couple months. Although Kenny wasn't much of a kid person, he never really wanted Stacy, one night he was getting on Spencer and Dixie walked in when Kenneth was getting out his belt to hit the little girl, Spencer with her blonde hair blue eyes pale white skin was in a corner crying."Ken what the hell are you doing!?" Dixie screamed afraid of what he might do to Spencer her little girl who she would do anything to protect her."She was being bad, breaking things she needs a punishment. Now get out before you get one too." Kenneth said with rage in his brown eyes, as if there were fire in his eyes, gripping his belt in his muscular hands he was tall about 5ft 9in he towered over Dixie his dark hair at this moment made him

Dixie since Ken had left her had moved back with her parents and Spencer, she didn't know signing those papers had signed Ken most of the rights to Stacy, which was the last child that she could have they had to tie her tubes when she had Stacy with the complications of the birth the Dr had thought it was best since she almost died. She only has two kids Spencer and Stacy her two babygirls she wouldn't just let him get away with taking her away from her.    His family had money well Kelly's did and she was helping make sure Dixie never seen her again. Why she had no clue. Ken had never really wanted Stacy in the first place and he didn't like kids, but now it was just about taking her away from Dixie..   Her parents were helping her find a Private investigator to see where she was at if she could find Stacy, there would be hope to get her back, to save her. It of course wasn't a cheap, and the funds were running low, but she couldn't give up now. Th

It was Tuesday Stacy had woken up knowing her step sister told on her, and that she was still in trouble for breaking the cup. She sighed, stretching and climbing down the bunk bed her step sister of course had already been awake. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go, she wasn't social in kindergarten, she was afraid they would pick on her like her family did. She stuck to herself. She got dressed in old baggy hand-me-down clothes, an old pink shirt that had a couple holes in it, and pants that were a little too big. She tied her curly long red hair up into a ponytail, and made her way to the kitchen. She had to do everything herself, she knew they wouldn't leave any breakfast for her so she got her backpack. As soon as she got into the living room Kelly spotted her, outraged already."Well, well you finally woke up.. now get going to school before the bus leaves. I will deal with your punishment when you get home, this is the best punishment yet." Kelly said her voice f

The first weekend they met, Stacy and Dixie got close.. for those few hours each day, for two days, they had played and enjoyed every minute.Dixie, savoring the moments with her daughter..knowing the clock would tick that heart wrenching "Tick!" And the time either daughter would come to an end. Now it was back to "normal". She only could see her mother every other weekend, and two weeks felt like such an eternity."Why couldn't it go by faster?", Stacy thought. She wanted to spend time with her mom, and sister. Kelly didn't like Stacy calling Dixie "Mom"around her."...Did my Mom call?" Stacy had asked Kelly in the morning before school."Do not call her that around me! She isn't "Mom" she is Dixie. My ass has taken you in, and I raised you! She didn't do shit!" Kelly spat and pushedStacy into the dining chair. "If I have to tell you again, you will get punished!" Kelly said she really hated Dixie; she hated Stacy too. Kelly said Stacy was "ungratefu

Stacy had nightmares about what her father had done to her, she was afraid to speak or even look at him. She feared that if she told that he would find out and beat her, and then do it again. How much longer was she supposed to take the abuse? How much longer could she stand staying silent about it? She just wanted a escape, she wanted to run as far away as she could. When your only five you don't get very far without the police finding you and taking you home.    As she got dressed that morning for school she  had brushed her hair in the bathroom, tears streaming down her pale white faces, her blue eyes dull and with a hint of pain, her red hair used to be long and wavy was now ear length and straight it was uneven and it looked horrible she absolutely hated it. She hated Kelly, she hated her father, she was lost in her thoughts of hate when her father had burst into the bathroom door, locking it behind him.    Ken knew she hadn't ta