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Chapter one

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Yezmeen pov ❇

~Yezmeen in the mm.~

I sat in a chair at the police station watching as they dragged girls with little clothes on in and some other crazy people here. I've been sitting in this same chair for hours waiting..waiting for what? I dont know but waiting. I close my eyes thinking about how i got here.

|Flashback|

I wipt my eyes and headed back in the house, my father was really gone. I walk past my mother body to go to the kitchen as my stomach started to hurt.

I haven't eat in three days.

I open the fridge and pulled out the ham, cheese ,and mayo. I look up to see the bread and chips on the conter. I sighed and put the stuff on the floor and drag the chair to the counter.

I was so used to all of this when she went to sleep and didn't feed me beacuse my dad wasn't home i would sneak out my room and make me something to eat. I did everything for myself unless my dad was home.

I pick the stuff up from the floor and struggled to climb up the chair when i did, I made my sandwich and eat it was the chips.

"Oh yea im supposed to call 911" i said to myself.

I walk past her body again and jump up to get the phone.

"911 what's your emergency" the lady said through the phone.

"My mother is dead in my living room" i said softly.

"How old are you sweety?!"

"6"

"Are you alone? Is there someone in the house?

"No. Its just me"

"Okay stay on the phone with me someones comeing right now."

"Okay"

"Hey get up baby" someone said tapping me on my shoulder.

I open my eyes and look up and notice a pretty lightskin women starring at me.

"Hi" i said waving

She smiled sadly and took my hand," Come on darling. We got to get going."

I nodded and hopped off my chair as she lead me out the building and into a nice car but not nicer than my daddy's.

After 30 minutes of driver i looked up from the window and look at her.

"Where are we going?"i asked softly

She look at me in the rear veiw mirror.

"Your knew home"

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