Monroe's POV:
I wasn't able to sleep at all last night. All I could think about was my father and what he did to me. I'm so happy that I was able to get away from the horrible life before. I'm happy that I have a new family. I laid on my bed, looking up at the ceiling when my door opened. "Are you alright?" Johnie asked me and I shook my head. "I don't feel good." I looked at her and do nodded. "You can stay home from church then." She sat on the side of my bed. I nodded and rubbed my eyes. I sat up and stretched as she left my room.
I put my third day hair up in a bun and walked out of my room. I walked into the kitchen and looked through the cabinets and refrigerator to find something to eat. After quietly deliberating with myself, I decided on a toasted English muffin with peanut butter and banana. I grabbed a paper plate and a cup of milk before fixing my breakfast. I sat on the patio and ate my breakfast while listening to music on my phone. It was already really hot, I could feel the humidity making my hair puffy. "Why?" I pouted to myself, taking my hair down. I sighed and ran my fingers through it and finished my breakfast.
After I washed my hair, I kept it wrapped up in a towel before taking out a plain white tank top and black running shorts. I gently tussled my hair before blow drying it. I smiled to myself when my hair was finished drying and just put it in a ponytail. I grabbed my book before walking to the living room.
"Moe!" I heard someone whisper at me before I felt shaking. "Hm." I mumbled, turning over so i was facing the couch pillows. "I brought you lunch home." they said and I quickly opened my eyes. "Really?" I looked at them to see Ciara. She laughed and nodded, handing me a burrito bowl from Chipotle. "Thank you." I smiled before starting to eat.
I was laying on my bed, finishing up last minute homework when I heard a knock on my door. "Come in." I looked up to see Kendrick walking into my room. "Hey Ken." I smiled and sat up, he sat on the foot of my bed. "Hey, I wanted to ask you something." He said and I nodded, looking at him. "Someone came up to me while I was at work today. She said that she has a younger sister named Monroe and she showed me a picture of a little girl that looked a lot like you." He said and showed me the picture. I gasped softly and looked at him. "Do you have a sister?"
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My Over Protective Brothers (Monroe's Story)
Teen Fiction(Book 2 of the MOPB series) Monroe Nelson was physically and sexually abused by her father and uncle, making her be afraid of men since she was younger. She's being fostered by Ciara and Johnie, a couple who has adopted many sons. Monroe has to lear...
