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include detail in regard to both bodily functions, although not sexually.
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   Flipping her pen back and forth while siting at her desk, Emily Brighton
looked up with a sigh out her bedroom window out onto the suburb street of
her small neighborhood.  A smile formed upon her face.  The young teen
tucked her slightly-longer-then-shoulder-length hair behind her right ear,
and glanced back down to her homework.  Her shimmering blue eyes scanned
the page, her nose scrunched, and her lightly freckled face gave a look. 
She decided to put it away for now; it was too beautiful outside to not
take advantage of the day.  She placed a bookmark inside her math book and
closed it shut, taking a look around her room for a moment.  It was
decently sized, a single bed in one corner, a bookshelf, closet and such.
There were pictures of bands lining the walls and teen magazines littered
on her bed and desk.  Giving another smile she headed out the door to the
hall where she headed into the kitchen and out the front door.  Emily's
parents, Steve and Martha, worked decent jobs.  Both worked for the city
college as professors.  Steve taught math, while Martha taught English
literature.  Even at 14 years old, it had been decided she would go there
for community college, and then off to a four year University.  Her parents
were able to get her in at a far reduced price since they worked within the
system.  Emily had a different suspicion.  Her parents were always
criticizing her grades in school, saying they weren't good enough, and
nobody wanted an ignorant nobody in college.  They always pushed her in her
schoolwork to the point of suffering from constant stress.

   The Brighton house was fairly decent.  It had two floors, a nice
kitchen, dining room and living room with a flat screen, HD TV.  Built in
the early 2000's, the home was fairly modern, and average in design. 
Passing by them, Emily headed out the door in a short but modest skirt, and
T-shirt with a blue and white heart design that sparkled in the morning
sun. Her hair blew lightly in the wind and her eyes shone.  She was a bit
short for her age, slim with small pert breasts, a trim waist and her
stomach was tight and gently rounded, while her hips had broadened giving
her a very feminine appearance.  Nothing could go wrong today!  It was a
Saturday afternoon, no school and the weather outside was perfect. 
However, the truth was far more tragic then it appeared to be.  She bottled
up all her emotions so that nobody would know.  Not even her parents. 
Emily had a brother named Matthew that she never spoke about.  He was 25
and worked in a local supermarket.

   Since Matt was a young boy, he would torture and hurt small animals.  He
always kept his habits hidden from his parents though.  Matthew would whip
Emily, usually with thick, flexible sticks found in the yard.  These left
marks all across her body, though not showing except for under her clothes.
They were never deep enough to leave lasting bruises, only sting a great
deal.  On a cold day, when no one was home, he would tie her up outside in
the backyard to a tree, gag her and spray cold water on her.  It was all
under the guise of `playing,' but it brought Emily to tears every time. 
She'd beg him to stop, and he'd just laugh and claim to only be joking, and
not to take things so seriously.  He made her eat all sorts of disgusting
things, holding her down and forcing them in her mouth, and then he'd shush
his crying sister, calling her his good little girl.  Matthew had never
touched his sister sexually, but he'd managed to amass quite the collection
of nude pictures and videos of her in embarrassing situations.  He
threatened to release them publicly if she ever ratted on him.  As a
result, she was too scared to tell anyone.  Often she'd wake up in the
middle of the night from nightmares in a cold sweat, and had to struggle to
fall back asleep.  The reason why she was even remotely happy was because
her brother had gone on a week vacation with his friends.  A week without
her brother there!  She was thinking ether finding her brothers collection
on her, or tell her parents.  She was too scared to do either, and wished
someone would help her!

   Emily chose one night, while her parents were out at a movie, to rip her
brother's room apart.  His room was dimly lit, and a bit spooky looking,
filled with heavy metal posters.  After half an hour, she found nothing. 
She tried to put things back as best she could before setting her eyes on
his laptop.  She'd never been very good using electronics, but she propped
open the computer and sat down at his desk.  A login screen came on and now
she had to figure out his password.  It could have been absolutely
anything, Emily thought to herself.  She looked around through notes,
papers and books trying to find suitable passwords.  She tried several that
she wrote down, including his birthday.  Each time she received a failed
attempt.  On her sixth try, the computer finally let her in, but only under
a guest account.  As the home page loaded, a bar showing the status of an
upload, told her that a huge file of multimedia was being plastered all
over the Internet: On Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, and many other popular
websites.  It seems that trying to log in unsuccessfully six times prompted
this upload.  Emily went wide-eyed with shock.  Surely it couldn't be!  She
tried canceling the upload but nothing worked.  When it finished, she went
ahead and checked those various sites under her accounts.  Somehow her
brother had known she'd try to hack his computer, and had set it up so that
in doing so, it prompted her pictures and videos to be uploaded everywhere.

   This couldn't be happening, it couldn't be real!  Emily felt light
headed.  As she scrolled through nude pictures of herself masturbating,
videos of her in the bathroom or getting changed, more pictures of her from
every angle.  They were all over the Internet.  She'd never be able to
live! She wouldn't be able to get these off in time to save her reputation.
Emily collapsed out of her brother's chair and scooted away, starting to
cry.  That was it!  Her life was over!  She made up her mind then and there
to take off and never look back.  It was the last time her family would
ever see her.  She ran to her room, she grabbed a small suitcase and packed
anything she might need.  She didn't know where she was going, or what
she'd do, but she could never show her face in public again.  She couldn't
go to friends, or anywhere else.  They'd all see her pictures and would
never look at her the same again.  Forget school.  Everyone would see them
by the next day and her life would be ruined forever.  Damn her brother! 
How could he do such a thing to her?  It was unthinkable!  Once she was
packed, she went to her parents' room and looked through their drawers,
gathering as much cash as she could; about 600 dollars, all for
emergencies. She found her fathers gold card, and placed it in her pocket.
She would just withdraw as much as possible and then rip it up.

   Taking her small suitcase outside, she just started walking until she
found a cab.  She got in, gave the driver 300 dollars if he'd drive her as
far away as possible.  The driver was Arab and didn't seem concerned to ask
questions about where a young teenage girl was going all by herself.  She
was clearly running away, and most drivers would have stopped her or
something.  To make matters seemingly worse, after a couple hours of
driving, Emily fell asleep.  The driver didn't notice, instead content on
simply driving to his final destination, East Brook City.  It was about a
two-hour drive from where Emily lived.  When they arrived there, the Arab
man noticed his rider was asleep and woke her up, asking if East Brook was
an ok place to drop her off.  Emily groggily nodded and got out on the
sidewalk where the driver let her out.  She grabbed her suitcase with her,
and the cab sped off.  Now what?  Emily desperately thought.  She looked
around, and the world seemed to spin.  He was breathing heavily and had to
sit down for a few minutes.  Here she was, a vulnerable teenage girl, ready
to be kidnapped off the street!  She needed to find shelter off the street.
Thus began a life living among garbage, filth and strays for the next
month. She learned how to survive on the streets quickly.  Nobody ever came
looking for her, or if they had, they'd given up after some time.  The
truth was, Emily' parents had never paid much attention to her.  Never kind
to her, and didn't show much love.  They simply gave her food and shelter.
You'd think that would be enough, but once she left, Emily found she soon
didn't mind never going back.  Life was hard on the streets, but all she
knew was that she could never show her face to anyone she knew ever again.

   Surprisingly, she was still alive after about a month living in and out
of alleyways, cardboard boxes and dumpsters.  The money she had left didn't
last as long as she thought, and eventually she learned that by using the
credit card, her parents would know where she was.  At any rate, she grew
used to the smell.  Like a stray cat, she found small places to hide where
she wouldn't be seen.  The daytime was fine to look for food, as long as
she was around other people.  Emily had to avoid the cops at all costs as
well, or they'd just send her back home.  At night was when she had to be
careful of being raped or killed.  Emily would stock up on food in whatever
spot she hunkered down in that would last for as long as she could extend
it.  She scrounged for warm clothing when she could, begged for money on
the streets, and did her best to survive, waiting for something miraculous
to happen.  She showered every couple of days in a nearby YMCA building so
she wouldn't smell too awful.  There were many people around it so she
could easily sneak in and wash up as best she could.

   It was cold and late one night.  Emily sat huddled against a dumpster
down some back alley in the middle of the city.  She once had shiny, golden
brown hair and sparkling blue eyes.  However, after weeks of living off
trash and sleeping in alleys, her hair was matted and disgusting, and her
eyes were half shut and glazed over.  Emily had had to age quickly within
her first few months.  She'd been attacked by wild animals, and had to
learn how to steal money whenever she could.  Her clothes, once beautiful,
were now dark and stained from blood, dirt, garbage and other filth.  Her
face was also dirty and covered in cuts and bruises, like on her arms and
legs.  Those were what remained of her brother Matthews' attention.  That
seemed like such a long time ago now.  She shuddered, having flashbacks. 
Emily shook her head, trying not to think of it, when she suddenly felt a
droplet on her nose.  She squinted, and her now grey-blue eyes gazed up at
the cloudy sky.  Her shirt and pants flapped in the wind as it began to
pick up and it started to drizzle.  Emily could tell it was going to storm
any moment.

   Grabbing a cardboard box lying next to her, the 14 year old used it to
cover her head as the downpour began.  She quickly ran out of the alley,
pushing past a couple wearing trench coats and clutching umbrellas against
the coming storm.  They shrieked in surprise, and yelled at her in anger,
but Emily didn't bother to apologize as she made his way down the street to
the next alley over, hoping to find some shelter.  Instead she found a pack
of stray dogs ripping apart some meat found by the butcher next door. 
Emily stopped in her tracks, breathing heavily and started to back up
slowly.  Unfortunately, a large truck happened to have a tire blow out at
that same moment, blocking her exit now.  The lights from the truck were
facing away from the alley off to the side, so it didn't illuminate the
current situation.  Still, Emily could better make out how large this pack
of dogs was.  Where would she go now?  She had maybe seconds.  The pack had
started growling at him and was slowly advancing on her menacingly.  Emily
looked around frantically.  All the doors seemed locked tight.  There, a
fence on her right!  She quickly ran for it, throwing the cardboard box at
the dogs, which seemed to distract them for a moment.  A moment the teen
desperately needed.  The dogs ran after Emily, but she had managed to
clamber over the fence in the meantime and fell over onto the other side
with a yell and then a groan.  At least it was grass and mud that broke her
fall, and not concrete.  Made for a softer landing.  She quickly scrambled
backwards away from the face, her face contorted in fear, her heart beating
strongly in her thin, malnourished body.  Luckily, the dogs were not able
to get to her, though they tried for a few minutes.  Eventually, they had
no choice but to find food elsewhere.

   In the meantime, the rain was coming down hard, drenching Emily from
head to toe.  In addition, now she was also covered in mud.  She started
shivering hard, her teeth chattering in the foggy surroundings.  Emily had
no idea where she was.  It seemed to be a yard of some kind.  Taking mild
shelter under an overhang in the roof of the building right by her, he took
a breather and looked around.  Emily's right foot and arm hurt quite a bit
from breaking her fall, so when she moved it was with a slight limp,
clutching her arm.  She saw several structures used in dog runs, then a
sign for the building.  It was an animal shelter.  The place looked empty,
especially in this storm.  So now she needed to find a way in.  Emily
walked along under the roof overhang and saw a large hallway closed off by
a gate all around.  In the hallway were doors to the back of each
individual kennel.  The gated hall seemed to connect the back of these
kennels together.  It was probably used for housing the bigger dogs.  The
gate to the hall was locked shut much to Emily's disappointment.  However,
on the bottom of the gate was a dog flap, and it wasn't locked.  It was
just big enough for her to squeeze through though.  She dropped down to all
fours and pushed her way in.

   She picked herself up with a grunt, glad to be out of the rain at least.
The gate covering the hall was not weather proof through, so she needed to
get inside a kennel for some shelter.  All the doors to the kennels were
locked, but like the gate, the dog doors were not.  She chose one at random
and squeezed herself through, but was cautious, in case the dog in the
kennel wouldn't want company.  Luckily it was a very friendly Labrador
retriever.  It was female, with a gold coat from tip to snout.  Emily
managed to calm it down before it began barking, and then it was very happy
to get some much-needed attention.  Luckily the other dogs in the room
didn't start barking, or she might have gotten caught.  Now that she was
inside, the only light came from the dog door, which lit the room enough to
barely see.  Emily inspected the kennel cage and found it was securely
locked.  The only way in or out now was the dog door.  So if she needed to
escape, she hoped that route remained open.

   Sitting down on the cement floor, all that furnished the room was a dog
bed, raised two inches off the ground on metal poles.  There was a food and
water bowl on the ground with some left over dog food and water.  Emily's
stomach started growling and the girl moaned with frustration.  She was
starving and very thirsty.  Emily bit her lower lip, but hesitated to eat
or drink anything.  It couldn't be worse then the trash she'd been eating
though right?  Kneeling by the dog dishes, she tentatively picked up a dry
kibble and sniffed it with a grimace.  Reluctantly, she popped it in her
mouth with a face and chewed it.  It wasn't as bad as she thought really,
but in bigger portions she'd have to swallow it fast or risk hurling. 
After several more minutes, she finally gave up and poured the contents
into her mouth, making herself not throw up as she chewed it quickly and
swallowed.  When the food was gone, Emily coughed and spat out in disgust,
and quickly downed the bowl of water.  It wasn't much better, filled with
dog spit, but she drank it just the same.  It took some time before she
managed to make herself do this though.  She really hadn't eaten or drank
anything in ages, and it didn't taste worse then what she had been forced
to eat all this time.

   With Emily's clothes all wet and soggy, she decided to take off her
shoes and socks with a squelch and threw them aside.  She then removed her
shirt and pants, leaving herself naked except her bra and panties.  Emily's
body was malnourished, but it was warm though, so at least her clothes
would become drier by the next morning.  Emily was used to waking up early,
so she trusted herself to be gone before anyone knew she was even here. 
With that, the half naked 14 year old, curled up by the dog and held onto
her tight.  The dog smelled quite musky, and Emily's wet body managed to
get a lot of dog hair stuck to her, but the dog was warm, and Emily enjoyed
the shared heat with the loyal animal.  What would happen to her next, only
time would tell...
   TO BE CONTINUED...