A/N: So, this is the only trigger warning you'll get. This book gets dark witching the first five chapter and then from there on I'll give one at the top of the chapter. Thank you.

I got home from school and sat my bag down. I saw my father sitting on the couch, watching some R rated movie. All I saw was gore and blood flashing on the screen. My father laughed. I saw beer bottles scattered across the living room and that's when it hit me that I had cleaned up that morning. He was far past drunk.
"Scarlett come here." I heard him say to me. I went to him and sat down next to him. "You can't get through life without watching this kinda stuff. It toughens you up."
I watched things that I never in my life wanted to repeat. I let out a scream finally at one scene and he turned to me and picked me up.
"You weak idiot!" He yelled as he threw me out into the front yard, the winter air piercing my body. My father slammed the door and and I shivered.
Hours past and my leg bounced up and down, in attempt to distract me from the fact I had to use the bathroom. I felt tears sting my eyes and run down my cheeks. The heat of them felt comforting on my cold cheeks. I finally whipped up enough courage to go and ask to come back inside, even though I knew what would happen.
I went up to the screen door, sobbing and holding myself.
"D-Dad, I need to use the bathroom...." My voice was soft.
"You should have gone to the bathroom before you went outside!" I heard him say as he came and opened up the door.
"Maybe if I wasn't kicked out...." I said under my breath as I went and used the bathroom.
When I came out, he was red in the face.
"Go get into your cage until I tell you to get out!" He yelled as a slap collided to my cold cheek.
The hot sting wasn't comforting like my tears. I scrambled up and ran upstairs. There was a small cage just big enough for my body. It had a hard wood floor and a thin sheet in it. There was a siren in it that would go off if I tried to get out before told.
I didn't have a bed, just this cage. My father claimed it was to, "toughen me up." There were a lot of thing to toughen me up, then. I climbed into it and sobbed myself to sleep. My last thought when I went to sleep was, "happy 7th birthday to me."

My name is Scarlett Beth Willows. I chose the name Willows because it's my mother's maiden name. I wont speak of my father's name because he's not a father. He's a biological chromosome provider.