"GET YOUR ASS UP NOW!" My abuser, Dexter, yelled at me in his always drunken state. This a typical day for me ever since I was six years old and my family got kidnapped, tortured, and then killed. I winded up being adopted by him when I was five, but all the abuse didn't start until I was six. I don't know what is so special about that age or why he did it? I'm not important. I'm not special, well cross that off, I am kind of half angel.
Every morning I get up, walk into the kitchen with my head down, make breakfast for Dexter, and go upstairs to get ready for school. School is the only place I'm allowed to go besides the grocery store and, what some people would consider, home. I think a home should have a great feeling when you walk in and see you loving family. Once I got upstairs, I hopped in the shower and soaped up. After I finished, I got out and walked to the my bed so I could get dressed. I decided on, out off the oh so many outfits I have (Note the sarcasam), on a blue sweater and some skinny jeans. I look at the clock after I applied some foundation to realize I was running late. I grabbed my bag and ran out of out crappy, one story, falling apart house. I started walking and after twenty five minutes, I finally get to school and head off to my first class.
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Abused, Kidnapped, Then Loved?
RomanceNova Bell is abused by her father and isn't allowed to have any friends or talk to anyone, until one day she runs into the hottest guy ever, Ash. What will happen? Will she be kidnapped, die?
