Chpter 1: First There Were 4

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Again! I woke up late again! Joey's gonna kill me. Literally. Or just beat me. One of those. I put on my black shirt and black jeans. I tied my combat boots and put on my beanie.

I looked at the bracelets my mom tied on my wrists before she died. That's when my dad and brother started abusing me, when I was 2 years old.

Anyway. I ran downstairs. Then I saw people. It was visiting day. Great. Waking up late on visiting day. What more could go wrong. I hoped Joey didn't see me when I stepped in line last minute, but of course he notices everything I do.

He hates me. I don't know why. Well he walked over to me. "WHERE WERE YOU!" He screamed. "You are worthless. You can't do anything right. Nobody will ever, EVER, adopt you. You don't deserve it." He said. That was probably true.

I've been abused for 11 years of my life. My father, and 2 other brothers hated me. If my was alive, this never would've happened. Basically, I'm terrified of men. Makes sense right. Who wouldn't be. They hurt you in anyway they can.

So anyway, he started kicking me. He punch my stomach and fell to ground and he started kicking me more. Normal day in my world. Then 4 guys came running over.

"HEY! Get off of her!" One of them yelled. He had long-ish, straight hair and a red beanie on. He shoved him off me. I was scared. A tear rolled down my face.

"Hey. Hey it's okay. It's gonna be okay." Said the man with the long-ish straight hair. I grabbed my hand and helped me up. "My name's Vic what's your name?" He asked. "May." I said very quietly.

There were 3 other guys there. One had a SnapBack, another had spiky hair, and the other one had a backwards hair. "May. Why don't you go get you stuff packed up." Vic said to me.

I walked upstairs, and they walked to the lobby. Did they want to adopt me? Why would someone want to adopt me? I'm the shyest kid here. Covered in scars, bruises, cuts, and bite marks. My cheek was bleeding, and my arms, knees, and hands were all torn up and scratched.

I grabbed my backpack and got my only other tee shirt and pair of jeans I had. I live in Maine and it can get extremely cold here. I didn't have a jacket, so hopefully I won't freeze outside.

I put my hairbrush into my backpack and my toothbrush, then went downstairs. Vic and the guy with the backwards hat we're arguing with Joey, and the guy with SnapBack and the guy with spiky hair standing behind them.

I was half way down the steps (and me being the clumsy person I am) suddenly feel down the steps. I'm a very clumsy person but I get most of my bruises, scars, and stuff like that, from the beatings. 

Those ran over to me. "Are you okay?" The guy with spiky hair asked. He grabbed my hand and helped me up.

I'm really short so when I stood up, I came up to about his stomach. I looked up at both of them, and they smiled at me. I shyly looked away.

"I'm Jaime, and this is Tony." The spiky haired man said. "What's your name?" Tony asked. "May." I said quietly. We walked to the lobby. Joey was trying to convince Vic not to adopted me.

"She's not worth it. She's just a stupid 13 year old girl with issues. She too shy, she's too jumpy. You don't want that." Joey said. "She is not stupid. She's a perfectly beautiful young girl, who needs a home. We are taking her whether you like it or not." Vic said.

They were being to nice to me. The guy with backwards hat stepped up to Joey. "Give us the adoption papers." He said. He took the papers from Joey's hand and filled them out.

"That's Mike. He's Vic's brother." Jaime said. I nodded my head. Vic came over to me and got down to my level. I'm small for my age. 13 years old and shorter then 5 feet. I'm like 4"10" or something like that.

"You okay? He asked. He looked my face. Joey had hit me hard. There was a huge mark. He touched my jawline and I jumped back. "It's okay. It's okay sweetheart. I'm not gonna hurt you. I would never that." He said.

I hoped he was right.

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