Her Protector

** Trigger warning ** This story deals with situations of abuse, attempted r**e, self harm, & drug use. **This is my first story to submit, I really hope my readers enjoy it & I look forward to your feedback Disgrace ~ My name is Adaline Rose and I am a disgrace. I was born to a mother who never wanted me, she makes sure to tell me almost daily. I've heard the words "if I didn't have you my life would be so much better" so often that I've become numb to the effect they used to have. Usually when Emilia, my mother, says that it means she's looking to fight. She wants me to react so that she can beat me and say I was being unruly again. Charlie, my dad, isn't horrible but he also isn't present. He sends me money, the occasional gift card if he remembers, and calls once a month to "catch up" but he's got his own share of problems. I was the product of a one night stand. Emelia was madly in love with my dads best friend but he rejected her. She's not ugly or anything, in fact my mother is quite beautiful with her jet black hair that falls in a perfect bounce to her waist, hazel eyes, and modelesque body. But my mother has never been a very nice person and the way my dad put it her bitchy attitude was just a turn off for his friend. So anyways after lots of drinks, dancing, and some heavy petting my mother soothed her supposed broken heart by jumping into bed with my dad. Seven and a half months later I arrived prematurely and almost killed my mother making my entrance. That's not why she hates me though. Honestly I don't know why she hates me, she's never been very clear about that. I think part of it is that I remind her of my dad, or as she says, the biggest mistake she ever made. It didn't matter that she had already been rejected, she swears up and down that her one night with him is the reason she lost out on her so called first love and I am his spitting image. I have beautiful red hair with specks of gold and eyes bluer than a summer sky. I can tan easily but I don't like to so my skin is actually quite fair, almost like porcelain. Today is my thirteenth birthday. I've spent the last year staying with my Nana while my mother reorganizes her life. Honestly it's been almost like a vacation. I don't get into trouble for every little thing I do and nobody yells at me about how I ruined their life. There is a man though, a neighbor who is always staring at me and even tried to get me to come into his house a few times. He really creeps me out but Nana said he's just a lonely old guy whose wife died and he just wants someone to talk to. He'll be here to babysit me later while Nana runs some errands. I told her I'm to old but she insists I'm to young and to just be a good girl until she gets back. I'm going home tomorrow, back to my mother, to meet my new family, my step father and his young brother whom he cares for since their parents passed. I hope they're nice, I hope my mother is happy, I hope things will be good now.