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Chapter 1

**The story is a threesome love story between two women and a man.

**Hello readers, I apologize if the story has grammatical errors because I don't speak English, so there might be mistakes. I'm sorry, I'm trying to learn English and I'm from Brazil. I apologize and I hope you like the story.

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Madison Conner.

I never thought my life would end this way, being abused by my father simply because of my existence. He hated me because my mom died giving birth to me, the doctors told her that the pregnancy was risky and could kill her in labor, but she wanted to take the risk anyway, so she lost her life giving birth to me. That's why he hates me. I killed my mother, I took away my father's favorite person in life.

Ever since I was a little girl, I've been physically attacked and mentally tortured by my father, my mind filled with depressive thoughts and thoughts of death. I attempted suicide many times, my wrists were covered in bruises and I was unfortunate enough to survive. In addition to being beaten by him, I was also the housekeeper, I had to do all the housework, I had to cook, but I couldn't eat unless he ordered me to. Sometimes I could only eat leftovers from his plate, and my clothes weren't the best because he wouldn't buy me anything.

I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't take the physical and mental abuse, I just wanted to disappear from this world. Unfortunately, I can never die because every time I slit my wrists to kill myself, I wake up with bandages on my wrists. At first I thought he might feel guilty for treating me this way, but what he said lingered in my mind.

''Worry about you? Never! I didn't want you to end your life so early! You don't deserve to die, the only thing you deserve to die for is suffering for the woman who took my life away from me. I will make your life hell!''

Hearing those words crushed my world, it's not my fault that she chose me over her, it's not my fault that it's not my fault! But sometimes I blame myself, everything around me is chaos, pain and suffering. I feel like I don't have a life anymore, that's basically it, I have no control over my life. I can't die, I can't be happy, I can't have friends, I can't have anyone around me. Loneliness is my constant companion, it's always alongside me no matter where I am.

I'm twenty today, I started college a year ago, but he gave me a warning. If I told someone about what happened to me, that person would suffer the consequences, and unfortunately, so would I. My father dealt with bad people and did illegal things, so since high school, I've pushed away people who wanted to be my friend, I maltreated them, I was cold to everyone and pushed them away from me. But what I want more than anything is a partner, a friend who can help me, only I don't want to hurt them because I need them.

I've always loved art, I love to draw, it's the only thing that keeps me alive, and it's so wonderful that I can express everything I feel through drawing. That's why I chose art school, I had to beg him to let me go to art school when I graduated from high school. I was beaten over and over again, I was in a coma for three or five days because of my injuries, but I still didn't give up, I kept asking until he permitted me to paint.

I took the college entrance exam and passed with the highest score, but I suffered a lot to get the materials, how many nights I cried in my room with the pain in my body, my arm was broken, my whole body was purple, but I didn't give up because there was no way for me to give up, and I couldn't even die in peace, so all that was left for me to do was to try at least to make a living in this sea of suffering.

It's hard for me to be cold to people who want to be my friend, I feel guilty for being cruel to them, but I have no choice but to be.


08:30 - Connor's House - USA - Washington.

I had been up since five o'clock in the morning because I had to clean the whole house and get his food ready before I went to college, and if I didn't, I was going to get my ass kicked. Well, I'm still recovering from his beatings just because I got home a little late and couldn't afford to take the bus, so I walked to college, which took me about thirty minutes, or an hour if I was hurt. I was in a lot of pain, but unfortunately, I could do nothing about it.

"Where's my coffee, girl? " I was startled by his shout.

I picked up the tray and brought it to the living room where he sat.

" Here " I set it on the table.

I pulled up the sleeves of my blouse until they covered my hands to show my nervousness. I bit my lip hard when he grabbed my wrist so hard I thought my wrist would turn purple.

"If you're late again! I'll spank you hard, girl. Even if you pass out, I won't let you go! Do you hear me? " I nodded several times.

"Answer me, damn it! "

"Got it." I resisted the urge to cry.

"Good job. " He let go of my wrist and I hurriedly pulled it to my chest.

"Get outta here! "

I ran back into the kitchen, grabbed my backpack off the counter, and ran out the back door with my heart racing.

My heart just had to pop out of my mouth, I was so scared, I thought he would hit me again. I was so hungry that I didn't even have any money to buy anything.

Why did I have to suffer so much? What had I done?

I walked carefully on the wet floor, because it had been raining all morning, and I saw a puddle of water and looked at my reflection.

I was thin, I mean, I've always been thin.

My skin was light brown, my straight hair was dark black, and my eyes were different colors because I was born with heterochromia: light blue on the left and light green on the right. My height was normal because I couldn't even eat well, so how could I grow taller? I'm 5'9" and relatively slim, with small breasts and a small butt.

But I've noticed that I look a little pale, which is nothing new.

I gotta go before it's too late.

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