This is a story about a 17 year old who has lived with abusive parents since being four years old. Who was taken by her own mother, away from her only loving family. When a wishful accident happens causing the death of her own parents she then find...
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The wood floor creaks as I tip toe my way up the stairs to my bedroom, trying not to wake up my so-called parents. I just got back from my mission for the night, all I had to do was just off an old creepy guy for child trafficking. You have to be some messed up fucker to do shit like that. I mean yeah, I kill people so what? But like doing that to kids?
Just as I get to the last step my dumbass decides to fucking trip. "SHIT" you fucking dumbass why do you always have to trip. Quicky collecting myself I sprint like my ass in on fire into my room slamming the door shut and making sure to lock all the locks I added. Thank fuck I didn't wake up that old hang and her wannabe gangster boyfriend and get the shit beat out of me again when my bruises just Heald.
Now you might be wondering why don't you just run away your 17 you make enough money so just leave right. Well... ok shut the fuck up I don't know ok like why haven't I. I have a whole ass mansion, two amazing annoying af brothers and an obsessively hot Spanish mafia don that makes me want to jump his bones any time of the day.
'Pshh who would wanna fuck you' 'bitch I will slap you' 'you wis- wait that means you would slap yourself dickhead' 'wait really? Wanna give it a go?' hellooooo? you bitch. Snaping out of my trance I realised I have been talking to myself for 5 minutes, fucking crazy ass. Pushing myself up much to my body's despise I walk into the bathroom; if you even call it that, I mean it looks like a sewer. Quickly jumping into the cold shower washing all the blood of my hands and face. Then Doing all the lady things you gotta do, once finished I wrap my towel around my body. Grabbing a random jumper and sweatpants to change into. I rub some cream on to my bruises to help them heal fast. Once I finish up I full on belly flop on my bed waiting for the darkness to take me in a nightmare full sleep.
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I gasp sitting up, pushing my back against my headboard just sitting there for a few minutes calming my breathing back to normal. I reach over to check the time 6:00 "great I'll just get ready now I guess" I mumble to myself. Getting out of bed I go into my bathroom and get in the shower. I just sit on the shower floor for a bit just to relax. eventually I get up and finish off washing my body. I get out making sure to cover my bruises and cuts with foundation. Don't really want anyone to know about what goes on at home.
Putting my hair in a slick back bun, brush my teeth, and do a natural make up look. I then go to my closet and pick out a fit matching with my green Jordan 1s dunk lows, done getting dressed I grab my bag and phone checking the time it is 7:15.
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