Prologue

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“I miss you so much mom, dad.” I whisper as I wipe away the tears that kept on falling from my eyes.

It is already nine years since their death, but to me everything is still fresh. I haven’t forgotten being pulled out of the car, seeing their bloody body while being revived by the rescuers. I was just six years old at that time, but I remember everything that happened on that fateful day.

My aunt Marina took me under her care, so I am living with her and my two cousins, Irina and Irish. They are twins and that means double misery. Actually, I want to consider that I am living in hell right now. I am serving the devil and her spawns.

4/28/17

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