A/n guys I JUST realized that last month was the 2 year anniversary of this story. So here's this chapter a celebration. Also, this was published from my phone so there may be some mistakes.

~~~This whole chapter has warnings on it. Please read with caution~~~
You looked at her, stunned. What if she saw the bruises healing and
~~~Flashback~~~
“Nooooooo,mommy please!!!”
You ran around the house sprinting from door to door to avoid your mother. You were too short to reach the handles.
“Come here. NOW”
Tears streamed down your face as you tripped over the step from the livingroom to the kitchen. (like how some houses have single step levels? That makes sense.) She quickly ran over to you and grabbed the back of your neck. Her breath was ragged and panicked as she pulled you up and into the garage.
“Stay. Still” she struggled.
You felt her tears roll down your back as she pulled your hand together in front of you. Your screams drowned out as your body began to burn. Smoke filled your lungs and you coughed and choked as your larynx sealed. You flapped and flailed as much as you could until you eventually couldn't.
In your sleep you felt the air fill your lungs and muscles twitch as scar tissue formed. When you woke up there was no blood but you had plenty of new scars.
~~~Flashback over~~~
The button up was pulled off your shoulders and you stumbled backwards. Your grandmother muttered insults under her breath as she stripped you. All you could do was stand as more of your skin was displayed.
~~~Another Flashback~~~
“Stay still brat” he growled as he loomed over you.
“Stop. Get off of me.” you said as you grabbed at his hands.
“Shut up. Stop. Moving.”
You shoved your fingers into his neck.  He coughed and grabbed your wrists.
“NO” you screeched.
You tried to pull your knees to kick him away. You tried to pull your wrists apart. You tried turning sideways to do Something.
“WHATS GOING ON HERE??” your mother screamed at the front door.
“YOU PIG. GET OFF OF HER.” she yelled.
“Listen Clarice, I can explain. She was sneaking food out of the-”
He was cut off as your mother smashed her purse into his face.
“Get. Out. Of. my. House.” she pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Or i'll call the cops”
“Clarice, baby, please” he pleaded.
“NOW”
He scrambled out of the house as you stood. Your mothers breath was heavy as he ran out of the house past her.
“CRAZY B!TCH” he screamed.
“You.” She turned to you. “You slut”
~~~Flashback over~~~
“Look at these. You’ve even let someone carve into your back. How will you ever marry if you look like this. You better hope some man takes pity on you for these.” She slapped your back with her ruler.
Your knees buckled and you screamed as your scars reignited.
“Oh, stop being so dramatic. Stand up.”
You rested on your hands and gasped.
“Stand. Up” She said.
You wobbled upwards but eventually collapsed again.
“Fine” she said as she left the room again.
You scrambled to throw your sweater and pants on before she came back.
“Get up” followed the click of the door.
Your hand was yanked away from your pants as your grandfather began to drag you out of the room and down the halls.
“This is what you get for putting such disgusting marks on your skin” he said as he threw you into the cellar.
You shivered and pulled your bare legs under your sweater. And for the first time since you were 8 you cried. You cried because you couldn't help it. You cried because you couldn’t control your scars. You cried because your body burned like every would you’d ever had had reappeared. You cried because you didn’t do this.