Melissa

"Eight years ago, amnesia brought me to this home. I met an *ssh*l* stepbrother who hated my guts. He made me hungry, hated the sound of my footsteps, didn't allow me to call my mom and dad, and condoned other people bullying and beating me. In the end, he took everything I had... *** ""Awww!"" He slammed me on the wall. He narrowed his eyes at me and humiliated me."" Do you dream of being a wh*r*?"" I retorted, ""I wasn't doing anything! I was just talking to Wyatt!"" But he always had to catch a different emphasis from my words. ""Wyatt?Just a few words and you know his name?"" For a moment, I knew what to say. It seemed to me that he just hated me, and no matter what I did he could find a way to break it. The room fell silent again. And he just leaned in close to me and warned in my ear, ""No talking to another man! Or I'll mark you!"""