Isabella's POV
"Daddy" I let the word slip out my mouth quietly as it left a bad taste in my mouth, I pulled a face and heard him laugh. All of a sudden he dropped the blindfold that had been tied around my eyes and I could see. It took a while for my eyes to adjust but I knew where I was, I was in a basement. I let out a terrified scream before he struck me across the face with his hand.
Daddy left after a little bit and I realized there was another girl in the basement. She said her name is Tiffany. Daddy adopted her when Lilly died.
Tiffany was so scared she was hiding away in the corner of the basement.
Broken glass lay everywhere on the floor and I saw that her wrists were covered with cuts. Her face was tearstained and her eyes were blank. I looked at her and quietly introduced myself.
"Hi. I’m Isabella." I whispered.
She looked up at me and spoke softly
"Tiffany." she whispered, her eyes filled with pain.
It made my heart feel a sharp pain; I didn't want her to feel any more hurt. As I was about to say something Daddy came down and fetched me
"My friends have missed you, Izzie. Why don't you come see our old friends?” he said into my ear.
I screamed in protest but Tiffany just mouthed good luck to me and hid away.
I didn't blame her; I would have probably done the same thing. My daddy dragged me up the stairs and into the arms of his six “best friends”. As they did what they wanted with me tears began to drip down my face as I screamed in pain.
Used and broken I was thrown back down in the basement on the floor in a heap. I felt gentle arms wrap around my tummy and I looked up in shock. Tiffany was hugging me tightly and she seemed to be crying for me. I hugged her back tightly as Kevin came down and dragged her upstairs. She went without a fight.
I must have fallen asleep because I awoke to someone singing a song. I looked around the darkened room and saw Tiffany crying as she prayed. I closed my eyes. Tiffany seemed so sweet; I wanted her to be my friend.
The next morning, I woke up and Tiffany was sitting and praying again. It confused me. Why would she pray after being hurt every day by my daddy? Mommy said Christians were happy people.
"Hi. Are you okay?" I whispered to Tiffany. She looked up at me and smiled. Her blondish hair fell out across her face and her blue eyes sparkled with something I had never seen before.
"Hey Isabella! I’m ok, I’m a bit sore but it’ll be okay" she replied almost sounding happy. "How old are you?" I asked her.
"I’m 12." she replied quietly and I took in a deep breath
"I’m almost 7." I replied and I smiled at her. I sat next to her and looked into my lap.
"He's my father." I whispered quietly and she gasped.
"How could he do this to you?" she asked clearly shocked.
I looked up at her and slowly replied
"He always has, since Lilly died. I guess I was just a mistake" I tried to give her a half smile but she looked upset.
"Isabella, you’re no mistake. God doesn't make mistakes." she smiled at me and I smiled back.
"But I don't believe in God" I said.
Tiffany looked at her piece of paper
"I didn't either for a long time but He didn't give up on me. And He won’t give up on you either" I smiled at her as the door opened slightly and Daddy walked in.
"You bitch" he spat at me as he brought me back down to the basement floor holding me down. "Little slut! No wonder your own mother didn't want you!" he yelled as tears streamed down my face. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong or why Daddy was calling me these ugly names. If he hadn’t beaten me as bad as he did my hope would have still been there. I blamed him. But I also blamed myself. I knew I was a bad girl otherwise Daddy would love me like he loved Lilly. He locked me in the basement again and after I’d been crying a while Tiffany came over and hugged me tight, she was crying too now. Daddy came and took Tiffany up again. I hate being alone, it’s so dark in the basement. I saw the shattered glass and suddenly I remembered seeing Lilly’s scarred wrists. It made her feel better inside, she told me so. Maybe it would make me feel better too. I took the sharpest piece of glass I could find and I brought it to my wrist, I was shaking. I was so scared it would hurt too much. Slowly I pulled the shard of glass across my wrist in one deep, long line. I started crying, it hurt so badly and I just wanted my mommy. She would make it all better. I watched the blood trickling down my wrist; I covered it up and cried even more. Daddy said Mommy didn’t want me anymore; it made my heart so sore.
"Hey God, if you’re listening, please make me dead like Lilly."
I cried myself to sleep lying crumpled up on the floor. I stayed just like that for 3 days. Tiffany still wasn’t back and I was too scared to even move.
Suddenly I heard someone coming down the stairs into the basement and I prayed really hard that it wasn’t Daddy. It was Tiffany. She looked at me, her eyes filled with worry. "They won’t hurt you.” She whispered. “I've been taking more abuse to keep them from touching you, are you ok?"
I looked at her and hugged her tight.
"I’m okay. I miss my mommy so much though.” I began to cry quietly and she just held me .I looked at her and gasped. Her blonde hair was covered with blood and she had a black eye. Her body filled with bruises and cuts just like Mommy’s after Daddy had beaten her up. I felt so bad.
"I love you Tiff,” I told her. "You’re my best friend in the whole entire world”
She smiled at me and replied "I love you too Belle, you’re my best friend too"
Tiff and I talked about our Mommies and she told me about her Daddy, he sounded so nice. He never hurt his daughter. I felt so bad about her letting them hurt her more just so they wouldn’t touch me. I wondered if my Mommy knew where I was or if she was looking for me, or if she just really didn’t want me anymore like Daddy said. All I wanted was to see her again, I wanted her to hug me and tell me everything would be okay. And I wanted Ozzie; I missed him so much too. I closed my eyes and memories of me and Mommy and Ozzie flooded my mind.
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I can’t believe I’m 13 already. I’m a teenager now and I haven’t been outside this property in 7 years. I sat up in bed and heard Tiffany and Daddy speaking.
I stayed silent and lay as still as I could so that they would think I was still asleep.
"Please Jake, let her go. She needs medical help!" Tiff said, her voice frantic and filled with worry.
"Why should I? She belongs to me!" he spat back at her. Even from across the room I could hear the venom in his voice.
"You took me away from my mother, Jake. Then she killed herself and you wouldn't let me go to her funeral. I have nothing left in my life except for Belle. Please just let her go. She won’t tell anyone!" Tiff pleaded, trying to keep her voice in a whisper.
"You asked me to take you away. You said you hated your mother. I did you a favor!" Daddy spoke in monotone but on the last word his voice got aggressive again.
"No." she whispered, "I had a fight with my mother and you told me you could take me to a place where I could be free, where I could live by my own rules. And when I told you I’d think about it you grabbed me and drugged me up. You went into the house and brought my mother out and raped me in front of her, you told her if she came looking for me that I would die. And the next day you take me to the TV in time to see the report of how my mother committed suicide. How do you think I feel Jake? Obviously I feel responsible, and I’m willing to bet Isabella does too! She's your child; you should want her to be happy. What you’re doing to her is wrong!" she pleaded with him.
Tears began to slip down my face; I never knew what happened to Tiffany before.
"No" he whispered and he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. I heard Tiff crying and as I was drifting off to sleep I felt her press a piece of paper into my hand and whisper in my ear: “Goodbye Belle, I love you.”

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General FictionA young girl is abused by her father and this is her life story of how she escapes the pain. Her hard and good times what begins with suicide ends in marriage... but how does the story even begin