His Prodigy - Undergoing Rewritting

Chapter 1 ✔


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My feet pound against the concrete as it pushed me further, hoping to get as far away as possible from the random man with a knife.

I hissed, looking at the left side of my body were blood oozed from the wound. The drunk had managed to slice me open when I rejected his offer of sleeping with him. I pressed on the wound cringing.

The stab wound was about three to four inches long running just up under my boobs and down to the dip on my side.

"You can't hide forever" a thrilling voice screamed.

Fuck. Off!

Taking a sharp left, my hands found a random door knob blindly and twisted it open. I shut and locked the door, blowing out a deep breath in relief. The brown curls surrounding me followed the movement in a heap of sweat.

"Damn men with their egos and dominance, dicks" I muttered under my breath. Kicking off the door I throw my set of keys on a table, happy to see I had chosen the right door and looked at the clock. It was three o'clock in the morning and the sun has yet to rise, I knew everyone would be asleep.

I walked up the stairs and into my room.

Walking over to the bathroom I turned on the water to lukewarm and began to wash myself up. There is a total of ten people living in my house with me, being a foster child gave me little to no chance in picking my own family which was fine. . . .if they weren't all brats.

Stepping out of the shower I walked to my closet with a towel wrapped securely around my chest, in a foster house, you never know what to expect. The boys here are perverts and like to sneak into your room late at night to take a peak at the goods. It was never my favorite part of the day.

Taking out gauze, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, stitches, a needle and large bandage to put over my stab wound I began to clean. Being in a passed around for year eighteen years of your life can have its ups and downs. With being in foster care you have to have medical supplies ready and at your service for you and only you. They don't supply us our needs which is why they have a series of jobs lined up for us kids over the age of fourteen so that we can start supplying crap for ourselves.

I learned the hard way.

After putting away the medical supplies, I climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

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When I woke up, I was already dreading the day. Today, was my birthday which meant I had to get the hell out of this foster house or they'll throw me out. Luckily I have the whole day but sadly, I don't. Not with the rules set in place from out foster mom. Don't get me wrong, she's nice and all but she doesn't take shit from anyone and she's made it her mission not to get attached to us because of what happened to Scarlet a couple of years ago.

I sighed and whispered my condolences before hoping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I used the rest room, brushed my teeth, washed my face and got dressed in black jeans with a dark green off the shoulder sweater. Like I said, we had to fend for ourselves and all I could afford right now are sweaters even when it's summer.

"Are you ready?" Asked my Foster mom, she had agreed to pay for my taxi ride and plane ticket to wherever the hell I'm going and I'm grateful for that. I've already got enough going on, with finding an apartment and settling in. I won't have enough money for college but decided to talk two free years on an online course. One of the good things about America is that their giving out free grants and scholarships for being disabled or fostered. Sadly for me I only get two years free.

"Yes" I muttered looking around the room. It was fairly small holding only a bookcase, desk, one window and a twin size bed all of which I won't be taking.

"Come on, the taxi is waiting for you outside" nodding I took my one and only bag before heading downstairs where the rest of the kids played. I smiled and waved goodbye at them before hopping in one of the taxi's.

There was four more waiting, two behind me and two in front. Those were for my foster brothers who should have been kicked out a long time ago. As of right now they are twenty to twenty five years old, our foster mom gave them until my eighteenth birthday to get the hell out but they haven't.

I know James, the third eldest is going to work for Liam, our first eldest in New York. We will be taking the same plane. Nixon and Oliver will be going to Portland to start a theater business, they found an old theater for lease a couple of money ago and put down a down payment. They've already got a group of people hired but are waiting for the movies to come in before they can open up.

Snapping back to reality I looked up to see Shelby, our foster mom, walk up to my taxi.

"I heard you last night" she commented, I glanced her way.

"You did?" I asked calmly.

She nodded "Yes and Elena I want you to be careful. Just because I'm your foster mom and get paid to watch out for you doesn't mean it's all about the money. I worry for yours and your brothers safety ever since Scarlet. I can't bare the thought of another foster kid of mine dying so you better make sure my phone stays clear of police calls and hospitals. I'm telling your brothers the same thing" she scorned, I smiled softly and reached up to kiss her cheek.

"Thanks Shelby" she smiled walking over to the cab behind me, saying the same thing to the rest.

"You can go now" I sighed. The man glanced back at me before giving a curt nod and driving off.

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Author's Note:

I want to welcome you all to His Prodigy, this story is undergoing major editing which includes the content inside and the story title.

For those of you who remember the old story, Ms. Blackwood, a story about a girl and a boy falling in love, this is not it. I deleted those parts and added all new parts. Some character names will stay the same but ages will change.

Those old parts have been taken down for rewriting and editing, sorry for those who liked the old book but I felt like it was going to go nowhere on Wattpad and decided to write something more suitable for 2017.

Thank you for understanding.