I was woken up by a sharp pain coming from my butt. I quickly opened my eyes and saw my father putting his member inside of my butt. I quickly tried to struggle away from him and pleaded for him to stop that I had school but he didn't stop. Instead, my mother came in with a belt and other tools that she used to beat me with and started beating me while my father thrusted inside of me. 

"Please stop, it hurts" I pleaded and pleaded with them to stop and eventually started crying.

"You know you like it, you filthy slut" my dad said while ramming inside of me.

I was screaming on the top of my lungs for help but they gagged me and continued to rape and beat me. I whimpered in pain and they laughed at me and my mother beat me harder. 30 minutes of pain passed and it felt like hours had passed. My father finally pulled out of me and he and my mother walked out of my room and slammed the door behind them.

I didn't cry because I knew that if I did they would come back and do it again. I quickly checked the time on my phone and saw that I still had an hour before school started. I got up and walked to the bathroom to take a shower, brush my teeth, and wash my hair. When I got out of the shower I looked at my bruised and scarred up body and touched the wounds that I just got.

It didn't hurt because I was used to the pain and that I had got beat so much to the point where I didn't feel pain. I quickly covered my wounds with makeup and put on my school uniform and rushed inside of the kitchen to make them food. I was always forced to cook for them and of I didn't I would be starved and not allowed to go to school or work. Which I didn't want to happen.

You may be wondering, why haven't I went to the police or told anyone. Trust me I have tried to tell someone but my dad is the head of the police station and when I did tell someone they told me to stop lying that it would hurt my father's reputation. I even tried to commit suicide but it seems like God didn't want me to die. Even when I was in the hospital people would tell me to stop doing stupid things like this and that it would ruin my families reputations.

I eventually gave up trying to escape and accepted this as reality. 

After I was done cooking their food I placed it on the table and I quickly ran to my room grabbed my stuff and ran to the entrance and put on my shoes.

"You better not tell anyone or else" my father said.

I ran out of the door and closed it behind me. I started walking to school which was 10 minutes away from the house. Once I reached the school I walked to the lockers and put on my school shoes and put my outside shoes in the locker and closed it. I was walking away when someone came up to me. I quickly avoided them and was about to run away from them when they grabbed my bag and pulled me back towards them. I instantly looked down because I can't look people straight in the eyes.

He chuckled at me and he lifted his hand up and I instantly blocked my face because it reminded me of when my parents would beat me. He placed his hand down since he saw me blocking my head. I removed my hands once I realized that he wasn't going to hit me. He looked at me with a confused but angry look and he grabbed my arm and dragged me to a classroom where no one goes. I tried to protest against him but it was no use.

Once we got in the classroom I was very nervous because I didn't know what he was going to do to me. 

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." Minho said to reassure me.

I calmed down a little bit and I started looking around the room trying to avoid looking at him. He noticed this and was walking towards me and I quickly walked away from him and went to the other side of the classroom.

"I want to ask you a question." Minho said.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes you, your the only one in here besides me." Minho said.

I gave him a look that was saying what is your question.

"Will you be my friend?" Minho said.

I was shocked and my mouth almost hit the ground but I picked it up. Once the shock passed I thought of lots of negative reasons that he would want to be my friend. I then looked at his expression and he seemed serious and I could tell that he just wanted to be my friend because I've got a good eye for good of bad people. 

I agreed then quickly ran out of the room to my classroom. Our friendship was progressing slowly. I was still wary of his intentions but I had soon realized that he was a good person. I had slowly let him know the real me and our friendship bloomed. We even went to the same highschool and we're in the same class every year.