LOGINStacy had been with her father since he had taken her that night, for five years her mother didn't know where she was, and when she signed the divorce papers her lawyer tricked her into signing custody over to Ken. Over the five years she hadn't seen her mom her dad had gotten re-married to Kelly a blonde permed blue-eyed woman with two kids of her own Brandon and Shelby which were about three and four years older than Stacy, and they didn't really like Stacy. Shelby and Stacy had to share a room which made it hell for Stacy since she was older, so Stacy had to listen to her, and she liked to pick on Stacy. She wanted to be the youngest and the favorite, there was no way that Stacy was taking that away from her, plus she wanted her own room.
Kelly hated Stacy when Stacy would miss behave, she would make Stacy eat hot peppers, and would make her go back to the room and lay in bed. Sometimes she did it just for fun, or because her kids told her Stacy had done something. She didn't want a stepchild, nor did she want Ken to love anyone besides her and her kids. She didn't realize that Ken was just keeping Stacy around to keep her away from her mother.
"Stacy come out here and clean up!" Kelly yelled at her!
Stacy got down off the bed bunk and came out to the living room looking at the mess, she sighed and nodded picking up the mess, even though it wasn't her mess, she didn't want to get punished, it didn't matter what she did she seemed to always get into trouble. She was living in hell she thought, she always had chores to do while her step siblings played and got new things, she got hand downs, and to clean the house.
"Stacy don't forget to wash the dishes after dinner tonight!" Kelly yelled at her! She was always making Stacy do her dirty work. She never cleaned, because she had someone to do it for her.
For dinner they had fried chicken, and potatoes, which is almost always what they had take out and unhealthy foods. Stacy had washed the dishes on a chair while Brandon and Shelby got to play games and watch tv, Stacy hated that she was always the one to clean. While doing dishes the chair had gotten wet without Stacy realizing it, while she was washing a cup she slipped and fell breaking the cup, slicing her hand, and hurting her back.
Kelly came in yelling "What did you do? How do you mess up washing dishes?! I work to put food on the table for you little girl you have to earn you're keep around here! Go take a bath and go to bed!" she demanded.
Stacy went to the bathroom and picked the glass out of her hand, she mumbled "I don't like her, I don't like her, I wish she would go away!" she lifted up her shirt to look at her back in the mirror, moving her long dark red curly hair so she could see, she realized there was a big red circle, that started to darken it was going to bruise. "Great." she sighed and took her bath; it was still daylight how was she going to go to bed right now?
She went into the room and got up on her bed noticing Shelby was watching tv she peaked her head to watch being she wasn't tired. She wanted to watch even if it wasn't a show she liked, Shelby got up and Stacy had to turn away or her stepsister would tell on her and add to her punishment. Little did she know that this punishment would be the worst punishment yet. She broke a cup and she knew Kelly was furious with her, she was tired of being here she wished she knew where her mother was, she wished she knew if her mother wanted her.
"Brat! I seen you watching the tv now don't do it again or ill tell my mother. That's right my mother, you don't have anyone that wants you, we don't want you here, your mom doesn't want you, and hell your father doesn't even want you!" Shelby spat at her; she knew it would hurt Stacy she would do anything to make her go away if only she could get rid of her.
Tears welted Stacy's eyes she knew no one wanted her maybe She would've been better off running away, maybe that's why she had depression; little did she know her mother missed her more than anything.
She just didn't understand why she was so unwanted. What had she done wrong? Why did everyone always seem so mad at her? Why was she always the one pushed aside?
Stacy looked at the blanket scattered on the floor, she wondered if maybe it was the wind, or maybe a rat, it couldn't have been her right. She focused in on being cold, and really wanting the blanket again she had to see if she was going crazy and she didn't have much time left. She thought really hard and it didn't move, she felt like she was going insane, once again shivering and looking at the blanket trying to take deep breaths and calm herself down, maybe that would help.... slowly the blanket began to rise off the floor and move towards her...OH HOLY COW WHAT THIS CAN'T BE TRUE NO WAY!!! No way no way was she a witch? No no no that stuff was not real at all right?!??!!!Still the blanket now on her lap begged a differ it was on her lap after being over in the closet area in the room! Wow wow this was so cool and scary!Pulling her out of her thoughts came a knock at the door, it must be dr Nichols act cool she thought to herself. If
If it wasn't already as terrible telling her councilor Stacy was alone in the hospital bed officer Shay was outside the door as Stacy had to strip. Her clothes would have to go to the evidence for trace of what had happened to her this morning.... She was now in a pink hospital gown with unicorns on it, if she wasn't so nervous and scared she would've thought it was cute, her blue eyes looked dull and tired, her hair was messy and her body shaked with terror. What was gonna happen to her now?She took a couple deep breaths trying to calm herself down but she couldn't, tears came streaming down her face. What if she had to go back? Was it really normal for dads to do what hers had? Did it really mean he loved her? Why did she still hurt so bad on her hooha? She thought as she heard a knock at the door. It was the doctor to come examine her."Hi Stacy I'm Dr. Niah Nichols I'm the doctor for pediatric victims unit, I am not here to hurt you. I'm jus
After telling Mrs. Fitz the police had soon arrived at the school to get Stacys story. She hated repeating herself over and over again she had already felt like her dad was going to murder her if he found out she told anyone, now the police were here talking to her. She told them the same thing she told Mrs. Fitz. Tears streamed her face each time she had pictured what had happened this morning. She was off in her own world thinking about how much she was in trouble, how she'd get punished, and how they wouldn't believe her, when officer Shay came in and kneed down by her. Officer Shay had beautiful brown hair that was all the way down to her hips it was pulled into a high pony tail, she had a tough demeanor, although she was very nice to Stacy, she was very fit, and she was a victim officer. "Hey Stacy were going to the hospital ok? We have to run some testing and get you seen by a doctor okay?" She said trying to comfort her and make her feel safe.&
Stacy was finally going to tell her counselor today, she was just waiting until lunch like she always did, and slithered to the counselors office. She didn't want Shelby or Brandon to see her, or to tell Kelly that she had gone to the counselors office. When she finally reached the door she knocked hearing a come in she opened the door."Hi Mrs. Fitz I know we don't have a meeting scheduled for today, but I can't keep going on like this…" Stacy paused "I need to talk about this with someone, someone that can't tell anyone." Stacy said sitting in the chair in front of Mrs. Fitz"What is going on, Stacy? When we have our visits you never tell me anything. Are you alright dear?" Mrs. Fitz asked her green eyes filled with concern for Stacy. She cared about her students.Stacy took a deep breath not trying to hyperventilate, she was so scared to tell anyone what was going on "You promise not to tell anyone?" Stacy asked she needed reassurance that she was safe."I
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
The next week had been the worst she had ever had, the punishment seemed to go on forever. She didn't get to go to school for that week. Kelly had called the school to say she was sick, also she called the visitation center to tell them Stacy was sick, they both seemed to buy it. The closet was dark as the light bulb had burnt out, Kelly didn't come check on her, neither did anyone else, did they even notice she was gone? She hadn't eaten besides the peppers she was forced to eat. It had already been about five days that she had been in the closet, her stomach was rumbling, she could barely talk and her mouth was so dry. She had heard someone come down the stairs Stacy stumbled back into the corner.To her surprise her father opened the door, he had a smirk on his face he was wearing basketball shorts, and no shirt on Stacy stared at the plate of food and drink that he had, there were also a couple of snacks on the tray that he held. Where was Kelly Stacy thought. Why was he b