Amelia POV

My adoptive mother pulls up to the house. The house i've lived in since I was 4 years old. I watch as she gets out of the car and comes to the other side of the car getting me out. She grabs a hold of my arm tightly, dragging me to the house. The door opens and there stands my "little brother", Jack. His eyes widen and he moves out of the way.

"Jack go out back and play. Do not come back inside until I come get you," his mother says. He looks at me, worriness in his eyes. I nod my head and he runs off to the back of the yard. Mary, my adoptive mother, throws me to the couch. I land and look at her dead in the eyes. "What did you do?" I look at her, confused.

"Wh-Wh-What are you talking about?" I question. The only thing that happened was I was "kidnapped". I didn't do it on purpose. It's not like I went willingly. She swung her hand in the air and slapped me across the face. My head flies to the right and my hand flies to the left side of my cheek as it burns of pain.

"You're going to wish that you never came back," She yelled through her teeth. She went to the closet and started searching around. I take this as my chance. I get up and dash for the side door. As i'm about to get there I feel myself tackled to the ground and punched several times in the face. As I felt weak, Mary got off of me and I felt kicks in the side of me. I lay there limp, like this happened every day. After a while she stopped. I could feel a wet substance in different places on my face. The side of my stomach bruised badly. I hear Mary pick up the phone and start talking. Something about getting Lauren and Camila over here. Oh no. Not them. No telling what she might do to them. I never knew what Mary was capable of. The funny thing is though, I was always beat. Never Jack. Wonders. I was adoptive, Jack wasn't. At least I don't think.

"Alright, your mother's coming," Mary says, some evil in her voice. I feel her pick me up. I yelp in pain. She tosses me on the couch and yelp in pain once again. I fly my hand over my stomach, gripping hard onto my back, where the bruising wasn't. I see Mary come back towards me and sit me up. She began tying my hands together, super tight. Once done with my hands she tied my ankles together, also super tight. She stands back up and ties rope right above my elbows and all the way around my body, twice. She tied it off at last. Mary walks off somewhere. I look around and get too weak. I lean back and stare up at the wall. Moments later Mary comes back. I look at her and see there's something in her hands. I gasp, quietly noticing what it is. Suddenly the door bell rings and I jump. Mary smiles at me and comes towards me.