Escaping Abusive Parents Game Novels & Stories

Any time she and her mother seemed to have a moment, her father found some way to ruin it. Gabe leads her to the bathroom and opens the door for her. “I, um, I don't think that I can let you in there alone. You know, in case you try to escape..” Gabe looks as if he is struggling with this conversation. “With your hands bound in front of you now, you should have a bit of an easier time, uh- taking care of your, um, business.. “ Abby just looks at him, then at the toilet. “I will turn my back to you and face the wall. I will stand here in the doorway. Just, um, do what you need to do. I will pay you no attention.”

Brad chimed in, his smile turning predatory. "Let me give you an example. 'Mom' on the third floor will gut you if you don't eat the spoiled meat she cooks. Purposeful. Quick. But 'Father' on the top floor... he'll spend six days making you feel like his beloved child again. Then on the seventh day, he'll strap you to a chair. He'll play a slideshow of your happiest childhood memories... and then he'll flay you alive, piece by piece, with a surgical scalpel." The moment he finished speaking, everyone scrambled for the table.

"Gabe and I used to be neighbors. He was orphaned when his grandfather passed away, and my parents adopted him right after. But the truth is, my parents only wanted to assimilate his grandfather's property. When everything was settled, they promptly kicked Gabe out of the house. "When I questioned my parents about it, they claimed that they were being generous by kicking Gabe out of the house when they could have sold him for money. They also beat me up so badly that I had to be bedridden for weeks. When I could finally get off the bed to look for Gabe, he was already no longer with us."

Dad finished, and I watched my mom's jaw hanging low while Abigail lowered her head and closed her eyes. "Am I clear here or not?" Dad asked in a much harsher tone. "I guess I asked you guys something because I don't want these kids to be playing mates anymore," the authority in his voice made my mother give up on her demands. Dad had not talked to us like that before, so my mom knew he was serious. At least it gave me hope when my mother nodded, and so did Abigail. "Good. Now let's eat breakfast like a family," there it was, my father knew how to defuse the situation, "I will soon adopt Abigail so that she becomes a part of our family."

He invaded her mind. "Our parents were abusive, both of them." Jessica blurted out, leaving the younger girl in disbelief. "Everything was fine at first. We were very happy, as a family. However, with the passing time, things got worse. Mother and father grew apart, they begin to fight more and more. I thought it was no big deal until one day he slapped mother and in return, she threw a vase at him. All this continued to grow. Like in innocent child, I kept wishing that it was just a phase, that things would get better."

Alexander didn't have parents or any relatives in this city........well not any that he was aware of, so how would he get out of this place? He could not possibly contact those old fogies; Jeremy, Gregg and Shaw, they would cause alot of chaos and complicate matters further rather that settling it amicably. There is only one person who can help him get out of this prison and that is the Vice chairman of the behomoth Company "Emgrand Group Of Companies, Henry".

“I’ll figure it out, Kieran. I always do.” “No,” he said firmly, his voice hard. “Not this time, ok. You can’t keep going back to them, letting them pull you apart piece by piece. They don’t care about you, and they never will.” The truth in his words hit me like a punch to my gut. My throat tightened, but I said nothing, unable to argue against the heartbreaking but glaring reality. He was right. My parents had always wanted to get rid of me in the guise of finding me a mate.

Their parents had lied, claiming he was being homeschooled, but he knew better—they weren’t. They weren’t even allowed out of the house. Such terrible humans who called themselves parents made Kaidën sick, and yet he bided his time, waiting for the right moment—the best moment—to rid them of their suffering and take them away. But he didn’t get that chance until the night he saw Asher’s father trade Emily to clear his gambling debt.

"How do you want to do this? Quietly or publicly? Clark Group has lawyers, too. I'm sure they can put you behind bars for a few years for child abuse." My parents visibly flinched. Zayne flicked a card onto the table. "Three thousand. That's enough, I suppose." The number he had in mind had been much higher at first, but he already knew people like my parents would never let go so easily. And now, he was out of patience. He knew they had no choice. And they didn't. My parents swallowed their rage and signed the agreement with shaking hands, swearing they would cut ties with me completely. -

She pointed up at a collection of branches connected to the tree they were currently taking shade under. Ava decided she wanted to go home. Her usually calm and collected parents were scaring her slightly. She tugged on her fathers arm bringing his attention to her with a frantic look in his eyes. "Go home?" Ava asked quietly. "N-no princess." He picked her up and rested her on his hip like he always did. "We're going to play a game! Isn't that right mama?" She saw her mother quickly nodded her head, her blonde curls flying everywhere, looking excited for this game. "Yes we are. You are going to climb that tree- "