Okay, first fanfiction, don't kill me if you don't like it. Flames are welcomed and, well, review people.

Prologue

I paced around my room silently. I was afraid if I made a noise, they would wake up. It wouldn't have mattered, I thought, I was trapped against my will and they couldn't do anything worse to me. Or so I thought, anyway.

It was 3:45 in the morning according to the small clock on the night-stand that was next to the bed. I wasn't tired, even though most people would be. The problem was that I wasn't "most people". I couldn't be tired, especially after all the events that has happened to me today. I sat down on the edge of my hard, lumpy bed. I lay on it, trying to ignore the mattress cutting into my back. I went back to my thoughts.

He promised me that he would protect me, and he lied. He turned me over to the people that father had promised him to protect me from the moment money was offered to him. I clenched my fists in pain and anger.

How could he? He was my brother and he loved money more than me. I twisted on the bed until I was on my side. All I knew was that these people would move me. Where, I have no idea.

I let the tears I had been holding in run over my face, and I prayed I would be protected against the brutality these people would have for me in the morning. I opened my eyes and waited for morning to come.

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