His Chosen Family

Prologue

I crawl out of bed and get ready to leave the house. My foster father assumes I go to school but I really don't half of the time. Usually, my foster father is passed out at the table when I leave for 'School' so what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Leaving the house and roaming around the city is my favorite thing to do. I never asked for this life; my mom died when I was six and then my dad got arrested for child abuse and drugs possession when I was eight. I've only been in the system for a couple years, going from house to house some good and others being abusive. At this point, I'm just trying to survive.

I was just sitting at the park when I heard my name. I look around and then I see them. My main tormentors; the older kids from my foster home. My foster dad doesn't really hit us. I mean he'll push us around some and yell at us but that's about it. Them though, they're high schoolers. The oldest is seventeen. I take off running the opposite way and find myself in a crowd. 'Keep running and dodge' I remind myself. I couldn't dodge. I was looking behind me when I ran right into a woman with long raven hair and bright emerald eyes. "You okay, sweetie?" She asks in what sounds like southern accent. She's in a black tank top and baggy ripped blue jeans along with sandals. I look at her then look behind me and see the guys coming close, I turn back to her "I'm so sorry miss. I didn't mean to bump into you." She furrows her brows, looks at me, then behind me. "Are you running from them?" She questions me and I just reply with a nod which she returns. I'm then pulled behind her and she looks at the guys. "Now. How old are you four?" She wonders.

"We are fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen. The one behind you is ten. What's it to you?" Mikey, the oldest, harshly states. She then proceeds to yell at the three of them telling them how it's pathetic that they're five to seven years older than me and chasing me like madmen. Mikey raises his hand like he's going to hit her. The main thing I noticed, that I clearly forgot to point out, is that this woman is pregnant. I jump in front of her stomach with my back facing my foster brothers. "Were you trying to hit a pregnant woman?" A mans voice spoke as I was waiting for contact. I turn my head to the side and see a man that looks a few years older than the woman holding Mikeys wrist. "You're a prince you know that?" She smiles at me "My name's Stella Gold. Who are you sweetie?" I pull away from her and tell her my names Axel Jones. I talk to her for a few minutes and I explain that they're my foster brothers and that I'm skipping school for the day. She told me have to go to school and that she and her friends will walk me there.

I wish I knew that day, that Stella was going to adopt me and my life was going to be the most hectic and amazing life I never would have imagined.