Delilah's P.O.V.

My entire life has been nothing.

Everything was great until my mother passed away. My aunt had moved halfway across the globe, so I couldn't go with her.

I had to go live with my father, Roger, who was fine at first, but he fell into drinking. I became his punching bag and it got worse when his whore, Michelle, came to live with us. I had to pretty much raise myself, cook for myself, fend for myself, etc.

Nobody knows about this, not even my best friend, Addison Wells. I don't want to get her involved because I don't want her to get hurt. My father and his toy don't care who will try and stop them. They will hurt them like they hurt me.

Every day, I have to use makeup to cover up my bruises. My whole body is covered in them and there are lines on my arms that I've done.

I have beautiful, white hair, but my so-called 'family' hates it so much, I wear a brown wig. It sucks, but it saves me from being abused sometimes.

I always wear long-sleeves and jeans, even when it's 80-90 degrees outside. I don't want people to judge me, since there's already a couple. The Aceys.

Nobody knows about this. They think I'm this happy cheery girl, but deep down, I'm just suffering.

I wish I could find my soulmates. The only time I see them is in my dreams. In the dreamworld, we have fun and they show me a great amount of love. However, when I wake up, it pains me when I realize it wasn't real. I hope one day, I can leave this hell hole to be with them. Be free. I just want to feel loved, since that's all I crave.

My friends tell me they love me and I know they do, but it doesn't feel the same.

I'm on the cheerleading team because that was my only escape that made me feel better. Not only that, but being able to be in it with my best friend meant so much.

Well, that's it for now. Bye, guys.