*REVAMPING*
"Some of us matured early because life showed us the worst side of the world at an early age"
Valencia Andrea Knight has had one hell of a life. Trauma is an understatement. From being kidnapped as a child to being abused both physically...
♧She's battling things her smile will never tell you about♧︎
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So here I am, bag in hand utterly confused of my purpose in life. I just arrived at the airport in New York City and i'm waiting for my 'brother' to come and pick me up.
Honestly, I can't lie knowing that i'm going to be living with 6 male figures scares the shit out of me. I can't help but think what if they're like him. Like Ivan. What is they hurt me or even worse..
I couldn't even take on Ivan how the fuck am I going to survive 6 of them. Maybe if I run before they even meet me. They don't know what I look like, right? I'd be safer on my own than with a family that never even wanted me in the first place.
Who am I kidding? They run New York. I'm never going to be able to escape them.
I have no idea what my new adventure has in store for me. Don't get me wrong i'm grateful that i'm out of Ivan's grip, even the other side of the world. But I can't help but fear what my brothers will be like.
I know that they're my family. Ivan was supposed to be a father figure, but he still hurt me in more ways than one. What's stopping them from doing the same?
I was interrupted by a sexy as fuck black sports car pulling up in front of me as a man got out from the drivers seat.
He cleared his throat causing me to peer up at him. He seemed to be in his mid twenties with his perfectly gelled back hair and a sharp black suit which screamed power. I couldn't help feel a little intimidated by his sharp glare hidden beneath his versace sunglasses and muscles buldging out of his dress shirt.
I stared at him completely speechless unsure what to say until he broke the silence. "You must be Valencia. Get in." he ordered.
Is he serious?
Suddenly i felt a burst of confidence as I strongly replied "Who the fuck are you?" Crazy I know, you wouldn't expect a 16 year old girl who's been abused for the best part of her life to have such a nerve talking to an extremely scary looking man but they can't know i'm terrified right now.
After taking a dramatic sigh he responded with "Lorenzo, your second oldest brother now get in the car".
For all I know this could be a random creep but hey what've I got to lose not that I haven't been through everything already.
Deciding not to play any games I made my way to the other side of the slick black lambo where the door was already waiting open for me.
I slid into the passenger seat and turned to look at 'my brother' but his gaze was already focused on the road, like I wasn't even here.
As he sped off down the streets of New York he kept trying to make small talk with me about my life back in Serbia but I just gave short answers not wanting to carry on the conversation for longer than it needed to be. I didn't want to accidently say the wrong thing.
