Annabelle pov
We look up are faces are surprise. The police gives us a small ass apartment with one bedroom, one bath, and not even a kicten just a small refrigerator in the cornor. Looking outside it didn't even look like Los Angeles it was a horrible sight. I thought that the police will at least give us a hotel that has more than one bathroom a girl need some space. I dial the number of one of the police officers #1-800 police and wait for them to answer. "RING RING RING RING" no answer were they setting us up.
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Abused By My Brother
Teen FictionWhat happens when both of your parents die due to a car crash & your brother becomes abusive towards you & your twin sister??? I'm Annabelle James. & this is my my story...
