Chapter 1.

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I keep having these flash backs of when my family used to live each other and was happy together. Before my mother died. Before my dad became a abusive drunk. Before he got me a step mother. Before my life went to hell. Now my name is Kayla Write. I'm 10 years old and I have 3 siblings. My mom died when I was 3 in a car accident. Ever since then my fathers had this girl over here and I have to call me mom. Discussing. And if I'm late by one second or anything I do wrong I get beat up by her and my dad.

"Run!" I yell to the twins who are crying because my father is kicking me in the side because I was a minute late with dinner and the desert was still cooking.

As tears slide down my face I screamed out loud and took all the pain so my siblings wouldn't have to.

"Get up you dumb whore!" My 'father' screams at me. "Now, slut! Don't make me get the blade!" He yells as I'm standing up slowly.

"Go!" He commands twords the door and I walk outside where he throws my siblings out and they are still crying.

"Its ok guys I'm ok. I promise." I try to calm them down.

"Let's go.... Shhhh..." I pick up Jackson and Cleo gets on my back as I hold Becka's hand. And we seek down alleyways for days getting what we can with the little money I have.

"Guys can we stop pleaseeeeeee!" Becka complains. Its probably around 10 or 11 at night so we stop in a alleyway behind a bunch of boxes and I set down the children and run to get some water for them real fast.

Until...

As um about to come out of the alley I see a bunch of expensive looking cars on the side of the road by a house.

And a lady is yelling over to someone till she spots me.

"Hang on... There's someone over there...." She says to the person she's talking to. And they slowly start walking over. You can see the gun in the mans hand and he's slowly giving it to her and pulling out another one.

I didn't think but I ran back to the kids and picking them up and grabbing Rebecca and throwing her on my shoulders and walking the opposite way of the people till I heard them saying. They saw us moving. And to follow us.

We made it to the end of the alley way until I spotted someone standing there about the size of our dad... Wait that is our dad! And I ran full speed the the other way we came from.

I hid behind a dumpster only to be pulled out by a lady. The lady accrost the street to be exact...

"Oh my good ness grashious! Hank it was kids and they look hurt! Come help me!" She yells and the other guy come up. And just the the twins start crying.

"Sweety its gonna be ok. I'm Maria and I'm here to help can you hand over one of the kids to my brother Hank? And one over to Martha my sister? And I'll take that one so we can get you guys all fixed up? Please sweet heart?" She says so kindly.

It took me a minute but I gave in handing Cleo Jackson and Becka to them. And another person picks me up. "Sh... Its ok girly... I'm Zachery..... Maria's fiance .... We are gonna help you..." He says and carries me to the car with my siblings and I must have fallen asleep in the car because I woke up in a huge room. I walk over to one of the many doors and kind that it is a closet..... And walk over to another door finding that it leads to a hallway. I walk down the hallway hearing my siblings giggling. Ok so they are happy this isn't our house.... Where are we?

I walked down stairs to be greated by Jackson singing Bottoms up by Trey Songs. And I gust laugh and start dancing with Becka and Cleo. Cleo is 2. Jacksons 6. And Becka's 6. We are laughing and giggling till maria comes in and tells us she adopted us and we all scream and shout yay!!!!! And laugh and run up to hug her. This family will be good for us. Safe. Loving. And careful.

Thank god....

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Such a short chapter i know and I'm sorry! But thank you guys so much for reading! I love you guys! Please please please comment and let me know what you think! If you have suggestions contact me on my Kik: Kaylarock1999 and please have a great day!

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