I lay there in the cold, dark room that was called my own even though it was bare of any sort personalisation.
The tears rolled down my cheek and my body burned from the bruises that were forming.
My foster father was ruthless and wouldn’t take shit from anyone and my foster mother was just as bad.
For them I was a source for some quick cash. They took the monthly government checks and spent them on themselves.
More tears spilled over my cheeks as I gave in to the sleep waiting for me at the edge of my consciousness, my dreams the only refuge from the hell that was my life, the world where I slew the monsters hiding in the darkness, the world where I could forget hell.
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A Fox amongst Pigeons
ParanormalRielle is bruised and abused. Her life is a living hell and she struggles to find reasons for living. That was until the day she decided to run away. But as she does so she runs into a band of boys and their leader Vegas. her life takes a twist tha...
