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Harry and Gemma Styles. Brother and sister, thick as thieves, the tightest bond of them all. After they both graduated, they had gotten the awful news, Gemma's leukemia was back. The news was heart breaking to the siblings. They decided to buy a house together. Harry had his room, Gemma had hers, and Harry's best mate Niall, moved in as well, just down the hall.
Originally, this is not what Gemma wanted.
After school, Gemma wanted to get the job of her dreams, find the man of her dreams, buy a wonderful home, have a nice family, but her dreams were crushed when her cancer came back. She knew, that she would never be strong enough to have a child. It broke her a little bit more everyday.
So, she and Harry had an idea, they would adopt. Gemma would have her child. But as time went on, she decided she didn't necessarily want a baby, or a toddler, she wanted someone who she could connect with, have a bond with, but yet they could take care of themself. So she decided, along with the help of her brother and his best mate, on Violet May Green.
Violet May Green, seventeen years old.
Seventeen years ago, two loving parents loved their child so much, they put her in an adoption home for they couldn't afford the things she needed.
Wrong.
Age five.
Beaten, abused, made fun of in school, all of the things most children fear. Throwing her fears back into her face upsetting her to the point of wanting to run away to grandma's house, but she had no other family.
Age ten. Physically, mentally, and sexually abused, though mostly physical.
Age 14 comes in the suicidal thoughts. She was too much of a coward to do it herself so she put herself in dangerous situations to maybe get hit by a car, get hit too hard by her foster parents, or maybe slip and fall to her death. You could never know.
Almost at the age of fifteen, she fooled around with a boy and ended up getting kicked out.
"Never come back you filthy little slut!"
Those words will never leave her mind. They are engraved into her mind.
Turns out, she was smarter than you think.
It was all a plan, a scheme. A wonderful plan, if I'm honest. Fool around with a boy, get kicked out.
Free from hell.
Free. Gone. On her own.
She had planned this since she was thirteen, save money, find a friend, and stage it. She thought if she got caught, they'd kick her out. She was right. She was free. Brilliant.
For a month she lived on her own, then thought, "How the hell am I going to survive?" And that's how she ended up in the adoption home. They took better care of her than she did herself. At least she's gotten better with her self harm and depression while being there.
She can be quiet, she can be loud, it depends on her mood really. She can be an open book, or she can be a locked treasure chest.
Let's find out which of the two she is best.
