Charity's mother's husband smiled obviously happy with the choice that I had made. "cleared his throat. "I happen to think that she looks adorable. She is more than welcome to wear whatever she desires."

"Absolutely not! I won't have her wearing such childish clothing! It's embarrassing! Now go upstairs and change this instant young lady!" Charity's mother demanded however, I just stood there my gaze never leaving Charity's mother's husband's. My lower lip beginning to tremble and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Mommy's mad at me." I replied with a whimper.

"Don't call me mommy! I never have been nor will I ever be your mother!" Charity's mother hissed at me. "Now start acting your age, go upstairs and change out of that ridiculous outfit and then maybe, I'll allow you to stay in my household. However, I won't tolerate childish behavior in my house."

"I'd like a word with you in the other room." Her husband replied his tone laced with irritation. "I am very pleased with the young lady's choice of clothing as well as her behavior."

"You can't be serious! She's acting like a...."

"A toddler. Which is exactly as I requested she do. I told you, that I wanted a baby girl. Since you refused to adopt a child or have a baby, I sought an alternate choice. I approached Charity's sister and asked her if she'd be willing to be my little girl."

"Your little girl? As in a BDSM relationship? I can't believe that you'd want that type of relationship! It disgusts me!" Charity's mother said in disgust.

"Don't you dare take that time of voice to me woman! Who is the Master of this house?" Charity's mother's new husband demanded angrily.

"You are my love." Charity's mother replied quietly.

"Who's decisions are not to be questioned?" Her husband demanded with a slight growl.

"Yours, my love." She replied once more.

"Despite what you think not all BDSM relationships revolve around sex. I gave this young woman the choice of what type of relationship we would have and she has chosen to be my babygirl. You are not to chastise her decision. Is that clear?"

"Yes my love." She replied lowering her eyes to the floor.

"Good. Now let's get back to enjoying our dinner." Her husband replied.

Later that day, Michael broke out of jail and headed in my direction. The voices in his head were arguing as to what to do with me. "You should kill her." Whispered one.

"You can't, she's your baby sister. You should protect her as you always have." Another voice replied.

"Kill her. She deserves to die." The first voice replied.

"She's family!" The second voice hisses at the first.

"Yeah so? That didn't stop him from
killing his older sister or almost killing his other baby sister so why should it stop him now?" The first voice replied.

"Because unlike the others she has never betrayed him. She has never seen him as sick or mocked him for wearing masks. She jumped in front of a bullet for him. He owes his life to her. She has always shown that she loves him."

"Even when she doesn't recognize him. You will not tell him to kill her again!" The other voice replied this time with more authority.  Michael sighed and shook his head. He hated it when the voices inside his head argued.

Meanwhile, at the house we had just finished dinner and my mom's husband decided to go over the rules. "Charity let's start with you."

"Start what?" Charity asked confused.

"Going over the rules your expected to follow." Our mother's husband replied.

"Oh, Ok." Charity replied with a sigh.

"You will receive a weekly allowance of $120-150 a week. If a boy asks you out on a date he must first meet my approval. If he does not meet my standards you are not to date him. No sexual activity shall be allowed under my roof. In fact, I don't want you having sexual relationships whatsoever until your married. You are also not allowed to drink even when you reach the legal drinking age. Absolutely no drug use will be permitted this include cigarettes."

"If you want to go somewhere after school that is fine, but make sure you call to let us know where you will be and when you expect to be back. Your curfew is 10:30 11:00 on weekends. You must maintain at least a B in all of your classes including on tests."

Any grade lower than a B will result in immediate loss of all privileges until your grades improve. The consequences will differ depending on the rule broken from an earlier curfew, loss of your allowance as well as your electronics which will include your ipad and phone. And of course being grounded."

"That seems reasonable." Charity's mom replied with a nod.

Charity sighed and nodded in agreement "yeah I guess that's fair but do my potential boyfriends really have to meet with your approval before I'm allowed to date them?"

"Yes." Our mom and her husband say at the same time.

"Fine." Charity replied with a frown.

"Now Catherine, because you have chosen to be my babygirl, your rules are going to be different. You are not allowed to date, period. In fact, I don't even want you talking to boys unless absolutely necessary. You are not allowed to swear, drink or do drugs. You are to come home directly after school with no exceptions. You are not allowed to go to parties."

"All tv shows, movies, games & books must meet with my approval before you are allowed to watch, play or read them. You are not allowed to watch any R rated movies. Tv shows have to be rated Y or G or must meet with my approval. I don't want you watching or reading any horror movies or stories."

"You are never to lie to me. I don't like being lied too and I can always tell when someone is trying to hide something from me. Your designated bedtime will be 7:30 9:00 on weekends and your allowance is $5.00 a week. The same punishments will apply to you as well as the punishments I explained to you earlier."

"I just have one question."

"Yes Catherine?"

"Will you physically punish me if I break any of these rules?"

"Do you mean will I spank you? The answer is yes. Why do you want to know?" I lowered my gaze not wanting to admit to the truth.

"I can answer that. My father use to hit Catherine with his belt when She broke rules and sometimes he would do it for no reason at all except that he was drunk."

"That's horrible. I give you my word that I will never hit you with a belt or any other object unless we have agreed that your behavior merits such a punishment."

One day when I was visiting his office for the day a young man came with his father to the meeting. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?" When  I didn't respond he tried again. "What's your name beautiful? You know, a pretty little thing like you would make perfect arm candy for my next meeting. What do you say?"

"Not interested!"

"Awww come on don't be that way."

"Leave me alone."

"Give me  one good reason why I should?"

"My daddy doesn't like it when I talk to people I do not know, especially boys. He is very protective of me."

"I see. Tell me beautiful, how  much do you charge for night? When I didn't respond Richard frowned. "Look at me when I'm talking to you whore!"

That was my snapping point. My eyes flashed in anger and he backed up slightly as I rose to my feet balling my hand into a fist. "Let's not do anything you'll regret. I'm sure we can work this out." Richard replied backing up slightly.

I didn't reply instead I punched him in the nose which instantly began to bleed. He placed his hand on his now broken nose and looked down at his hand in horror as blood dripped down onto it.

"You hit me!"

I shrugged. "You asked for it."

"I think it's broken." He replies and again I shrugged my shoulders.

Upon hearing the noise my daddy and the man he was in the meeting with rushed out of the conference room. "What is going on out here?" A man demanded angrily.

"I commented on how pretty this girl looked and she punched me. I think my nose is broken." Richard wailed as he pointed at Me causing his father to frown.

" How dare a whore like you lay hand on my son!"

" What did you just call my daughter?"

The man's face paled. I.

"Is this true?" Daddy asked cocking an eyebrow at me. I just shrugged in reply and looked down at the floor in embarrassment. He sighed. He could tell that I was not answering truthfully.

"Of course it's true! Look at my poor son!"

"I'm sure my daughter had her reasons." Daddy replied looking at me once more. I sighed but didn't reply still refusing to look him in the eyes. He sighed deeply and shook his head as if ashamed with me causing my eyes to fill with tears.

He motioned for one of his men to come over to where we stood. "Please take me daughter home. Tell my wife that I am sorry, but something came up and I will be returning home later then planned."

"Yes sir. Come on little one." The man said reaching out his hand for me to take. I looked up at my step father tentatively and he nodded still looking disappointed with me. Once in the car I allowed the tears that I had been fighting to finally fall. The man glanced up at me "are you alright little one?"

I sniffles and shook my head. "Daddy mad at me."

"Aww Princess, don't you fret. Your daddy loves you very much. I am sure what happened today wasn't your fault at all was it?"

I sniffled again and wiped my nose on my sleeve as I replied "no. That boy said mean things bout daddy and me welationship. Him said me was a whowa and me was gonna be his wetha me wanted to be owa not."

"Him huwt me and den said if me Nu do what he wanted he'd make suwa daddy lost lots of money..." I replied. The man nodded in understanding.

"Do you realize what you have done?!" Charity's mother screamed angrily at me.

"Honey calm down." A man whispered in her ear. She giggled at the strange man kissed her down her neck.

"Who' diss mommy?"

"I'm your mother's boyfriend. Once I kill her husband, I'll be your new father." He replied with a smile. I frowned and kicked him where the sun don't shine. Then punched him in the face.

"How dare you attack my guest! Your behavior today has cost me a multimillion dollar contract. I should teach you a lesson about behaving properly."

"Me sowwry mommy."

"Sorry isn't good enough!. You need to be punished. Bring me the belt."

I whimpered and tears filled my eyes as I replied "yes mommy." Grabbing the belt from off the wall I walked over to her and handed it to her refusing to look her in the eyes as tears began to stream down my face and despite my best efforts I  began to tremble .

"Would you like to do the honors?" My mother asked handing her new boyfriend the belt he smiled and nodded.

"I'll deal with the little brat upstairs. I know how physical punishment upsets you my love."
He replied with an evil smile. I backed away slowly to no prevail. He grabbed my arm easily and pulled me into my father's study.

"This will soon be mine. I'll teach you to cost me multimillion dollars." He said bring the belt down upon my back. I tried not to cry out but after the third hit I couldn't bear the pain any longer.

"Me sowwy."

This time the  belt came down upon my back extremely hard. "Your not a baby your a young adult and it's time you started acting like one!"

As I prepared to feel the sting of the belt once more I heard a loud growl come from behind me and I watched in horror as the mean man went flying across the room. I turned to see Michael standing in the doorway. "Mikey? How did you find me?"

I asked as I backed slowly away from him. Michael didn't respond instead he pushed me out of his way and proceeded to where my mother's boyfriend had fallen lifting him up in the air.

"Please don't kill me. Do what you want to the girl, but please spare my life." The man gasped for breath. I knew what was coming so I shut my eyes and turned my head not wanting to see what Michael intended to do. I could hear Michael stabbing my mother's boyfriend and I silently cried.

Once I heard the sound of the body thudding to the floor I shuddered. I awaited the feeling of his knife upon my throat however, Michael refrained from stabbing me. Instead he turned lowered his knife and walked downstairs.

Where I heard the sound of screams. I rushed downstairs just in time to see Michael kill my mother. "How did that nursery rhyme go? Oh yes : Lizzie Borden had an ax she gave her mother 40 whacks when she saw what she had done she gave her father 41.

That's exactly what a Michael did he killed Charity's mother and her lover. Except instead of an ax it was a kitchen knife. He wouldn't have stopped there. He'd have killed my step father and Charity if they had been home.

"Are you going to kill me?" Michael cocked his head at me for a moment before shaking his head no. "Then what do you want from Me?" Michael seemed somewhat surprised by my question.  He stands  before me holding the picture out for me to see once more. "I don't understand. What do you want from me?"

At this, Michael growled and grabbed the knife which he had dropped on the floor and advanced towards me angrily tossing the picture to the floor. I look up at him tearfully and then back at the picture.

Slowly I crawled towards the picture and then grabbing it I limped away as quickly as I could. I had to find somewhere to hide. This man, this monster was going to kill me and I had no idea why. As I hid in a nearby closet I examined the photograph.

On the back it read big brother Michael & baby sister Tina. With a small date next too it. Michael? Why did that name seem so Familiar? I closed my eyes as I heard him approaching silently praying that he wouldn't find me.

As soon as my eyes closed I found myself in a very familiar boiler room. "Hello Kitten. A little early for you to be in bed isn't it?" A man in a striped red and green sweater and brown fedora asked with a smile.

"Who are you? What do you want from me? Why can't you people leave me alone?"
I cried tearfully.

"Now Kitten, don't tell me you've forgotten already? We've been through this multiple times already. I'm your beloved Freddy. Your loving daddy." Freddy replied. Before I could reply Freddy could sense that I was in trouble in the real world and he cursed. If I died in the real world he'd loose my soul.

"I'd love to have you stay and chat but you have to wake up now Kitten. Your big brother Michael is waiting for you. The last thing I'd want is for him to kill you in your sleep. That's my job." Freddy replied with a slight chuckle before pushing me out of the dream world.

I opened my eyes just in time to see Michael breaking through the closet door. "Wait. Please." I said holding up the photograph. He paused and turned towards me lowering his knife slightly. "This is me." I said pointing towards the baby in the photograph. Michael nodded. "That's you." Michael nodded again. "Then that would make you my big bwotha?" I asked and he nodded once more. "How did you find me?"

"I will always find you. No matter where you are, and no matter where you go I will always find you and I will always come for you." Michael replied causing me to tremble slightly.

"Why?" Michael shrugged in reply.

"Because your mine." Michael finally replies.