THIS BOOK NEEDS TO BE EDITED !
Living in a hell hole with her abusive foster parents and older brother is all she knows. Magnolia Cambell's body is covered in scars of her past and her present, as she tries to fight her way through life. She thinks...
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The ride was heaven compared to what waited for me at home. The car of my foster parents is in the driveway when we park in front of our house, which means that I probably have a nice surprise waiting for me inside. My body is still throbbing from the pain of the beating I earned a few minutes earlier and I was quite sure this pain would only grow once I get inside.
"Get the fuck inside bitch !" Nick shouts at me once he sees that I am not really planning to get out of the car. I listen to him and keep my head low as I slowly start to walk towards the front door. The smell of weed instantly hits me when I walk inside that rat hole and I scrunch up my nose to provide that horrific smell to intoxicate me. It doesn't help though, it never does. After all these years I am still not used to it.
As I am about to walk up stairs to my room,if you can even call that, I am suddenly pulled back. I completely lose my balance and fall backwards, hitting the ground with full force. I wince when my body hits the ground but soon enough I am pulled back up again, and I come face to face with my foster father, Steve.
"Where did you sneaky little girl wanted to go huh ? Trying to avoid us ?" He loudly speaks up, as he grabs a hold of my jaw in his filthy hands. I quickly try to look down on the floor as I am too scared to look him in the eyes. Coward.
But It was one of his rules. Not look up when you are spoken to and through the years I learned to follow one of his many rules.
"No-nowhere" I quietly stutter and just like I already knew, I am violently pushed towards the kitchen to probably make something to eat for Steve and his friends. Today there were two of his friends already seated around the kitchen table.
One of them I already knew, but the second one was a guy I have never seen before. I give him a quick glance, crossing his gaze as he eyes me suspiciously. He trails his eyes up and down my body, which makes a cold shiver run down my spine. I look away from him and turn around but I can still sense his burning eyes on my body.
"Bring us some beers" Steve orders and I do as he says, walking towards the fridge to get three beers. I am quick to bring the drinks to the table, as I keep my head low unwilling to get into any more trouble. The new guy snatches a beer out of my hands and I manage to see a tattoo on his forearm. It is the same one Nick has on his shoulder blade, but a bit bigger.
I kinda stare at it, as I think, because how weird is it that someone has the exact same tattoo-
"What are you looking at Slut ?!" Steve growls, making me flinch and step back from the table. "Get out or I swear I will beat the shit out of you !"
I am shaking at this point, because I know how bad it can get when he gets angry. So in a rushed pace I make my way up the stairs to go to my room, which was right under the roof. I don't like it, but it is much better then any other place in that house. At least I have a mattress that is on the ground and a book which I stole from the school library to keep me company.
