This wasn't the first time.
"What's wrong with you!" My aunt shouted at me. "Is this all you are good for?!?!"
I looked up at her through teary eyes and a pained body. "I d-d-didn't...."
"Are you proud??" She began laughing in my face. "I did my dead brother a favour as the only living relative and his whore of a daughter steals my boyfriend. Wow!!"
It was always the same. My aunt's boyfriends were all abusive, carrying out their sick fantasies on a kid, whenever she left me alone. I hated it here, but I had no place to call a home. I didn't want this.
"Just go!" She yelled at me.
I picked myself off the ground with a heavy heart.
How much longer would I have to live like this.
I always wished there was someone for me, somewhere I could go. I never thought I would eventually find that place called home.
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Fourteen Years Of Life
Proză scurtăFirst friend. Abnormally close. They're both lesbians, her male twin doesn't know. She's confused about her sexuality and is rejected by her love's twin. He warns her to stay away not knowing it is mutual. However what happens next causes a domino e...
