Chapter 1

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The rain pored so calmly, and I ran. I ran as fast as I could ignoring the horrible pain in my leg. The muddy water splashes up onto my feet and legs. Tears slipped from my bloodshot eyes to my face moving down my body like the rain did.

My body hurt like hell but that didn't stop me. I came to a road, an empty one. The ground suddenly came closer into my view, putting my hands out to stop myself. Head lights came out of no where and couldn't do anything.

The lights stopped right in front of me and I heard a car door open. I rolled onto my back feeling weak. I looked up into the dark sky seeing the all so calm rain pouring down onto me making my eyes hurt more than they already did.

Nobody wants a broken girl like me. Not even my family. Not even him. Nobody found me. It was a whole 3 years and nothing but a strange man keeping me in a cabin in the woods in the middle of no where.

"Oh my god are you okay miss," I heard someone say. But it was hard to pay attention when my eyes sight got blurry and my throat was dry and feeling like it was closing in making it hard to respond. The person took a blanket and wrapped me in it picking up my lifeless feeling body into their arms.

I was so scared but I couldn't move. "Holy fuck what do I do," the person mutters. He places me on the passenger side of the white pick up truck.

He leaned over to me. His face was blurry but I could only see his dark hazel eyes. "Oh my your freezing," and with that he took his jacket and put me in it.

My head moved against the window and my eyes shut. I couldn't keep my eyes open.

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I woke up with my body covered in sweat. I had another nightmare, the same one I've had since I was little. I look down and I see myself in a pair of gray pajama pants and a pink long sleeve top.

I don't recognize the room I'm in. The walls were a soft white and there was a floral chair in the corner along with a wardrobe and a mirror. On the wall closest to the door I see a white vanity with a blush pink chair that matched the curtains. I was sitting in a white bed with bedding that matched the same chair in the corner. Next to the bed there was a side table with a lamp and books along with a small picture of a women with long blonde hair. There was no denying that this bedroom looks like it came out of a old movie.

I got out of bed and slowly went and opened the door. A older women with graying hair looked back at me. "Oh goodie your awake, I was beginning to worry," she said while holding a few folded clothes.

Who was this lady and how did I get her?

"Come follow me and we can get you cleaned up in time for breakfast," she said Holding a pair of clothes. I followed her down a hall and she led me into a bathroom. "My names Alice, my grandson found you and brought you back. You looked... well...neglected." She said grabbing a towel out of a cabinet. "I'm afraid it's been 2 days since he found you out in the rain so hopefully your not sick. Well why don't you get washed up for breakfast and come down." She was about to close the door when she looked back and said "darling if you need anything just ask." And with that she walked out.

I began scrubbing my body with the soap trying to get the horrible feeling on my body. All I could remember was being touched like a girl should never be. I can't remember the last time I had a nice warm shower like this.

I looked in the mirror my skin was red from scrubbing my body so harshly but my skin still had a very pale complexion. I was tiny to tiny. Not short because I was quite tall but I was so thin you could almost cut me in half it seemed and my bones showed more than I'd like them to. The clothes I was given were a bit to big but they were better than that ugly pink night gown that he made me wear. My hair was brown and slightly wavy.

I hated the way I looked. From my skin to my body to my hair and just everything I hated but my eyes they were multi colored and it was hard for most to tell what color they actually are but to me they usually look blue-gray.

The long sleeve shirt and pants covered my scars and bruises. I never wanted this but I guess you never get what you want.

The floors would creek when I walked across the wood floors and down the steps. I saw Alice and I slowly walked towards her feeling misplaced in this house. Alice looked back and welcomed me with a smile, "I'm glad you joined us darling."

Alice handed me a plate with some eggs and toast along with some bacon. I mumble a thank you and turn around and find a table off to the side of the kitchen and see a boy of which I'm assuming is her grandson. "Oh this is my Tyler," she said pointing to the dark haired boy sitting at the table. I went and sat on the other side of the table. Alice came over and gave us both a glass of orange juice.

He looked at me with his Hazel eyes, "what's your name?" I nearly chocked. I had a lump in my throat, I couldn't seem to talk. He looked at me confused.

"Give her some time you don't know what she's gone through," Alice said to her grandson. "Darlin I know this is probably a lot to take in and your probably confused who were are. We would've taken you too a hospital but there isn't one near here it's an hour and a half away and the roads are dangerous in the rain so I hope you don't mind that I took you in while the storm."

When she said hospital I felt nauseous I hated those places they smelt weird and did nothing to help me.

"The storm was a big one, biggest storm we've had in a while but it almost went on nearly 2 days. It finally calmed it self yesterday afternoon." Tyler said while stabbing egg pieces with his fork. I don't remember the rain being that bad. It seemed calm as I remember when I got out of that place.

I hear a door open and a boy around me and Tyler's age walk in "Good morning Alice" he says giving her a sly hug and walk-in over and slumping in the chair next to Tyler, "aye how's it goin Ty."

His brown hair flopped when he looked over at me, "Evelyn?"

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