Adopted

Chapter 1

A/n this is my first story I'm writing a few I don't know if I will publish any of them lol what ever happens happens I really hope you enjoy

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Chapter 1

Nina's POV

"Nina! Nina! Get in here now!" my adoptive mother yelled. I hesitantly came out of my room and ascended down the brown faux wood stairs. My "mother" was stand in the kitchen with one of many of her scowls directed towards me. "What would you like mother?" I answered with a fake sweet voice. God, I hated this woman. "Why the fuck did you break the window trying to sneak back in last night?!?" She is attempting to lower her tone and trying to calm herself because of her cholesterol but with her anger issues that's not possible. "What do you mean? I didn't do anything!!" I lied I always do it doesn't help any but I still do it. "You stupid bitch I never knew why I adopted you in the first place!!" She is literally screaming now. I broke a window and she lashes out on me attempting to hurt my feelings; but with the tough exterior and stone cold heart I formed nothing could get to me. Yes it stung a little but I learned how to deal with the constant blows at my ego. But the physical pain she induces on me is just something I can't handle. "Go to the discipline room!" I'm constantly sent to the "discipline room" also know as the last room on the left on the third story of our house. I slowly climbed the stairs and walked the "walk of shame" down to the "Discipline room" .

I hated this room she basically tortures me in that room. It has soundproof grey walls, a hospital looking bed, and her torture tools. Her torture tools (as I like to call them) includes belts, five different kinds. the first one is just a regular black mans belt with the silver buckle.The second one is a grey longer mans belt with skinny sliver of metal built inside. The third belt is just like the second but thicker and more metal built inside. The fourth belt is the longer, contains more metal that is thicker but this one has plastic spikes. the different between the fourth and fifth belt is that the fifth belt's spikes are metal....

Lorraine's POV (Nina's Mom)

*Flashback*

"I'm so sorry Thomas!!!" I said as I burst into tears. I had just found out that I cannot carry children. We don't have the money for a surrogate either. So we would have to adopt...

"Lorrie honey it's okay everything will be alright"

*1 month later*

I haven't came out of my room I haven't even touched my husband I know he still loves me because he's here at my door trying to talk to me. But I won't listen or respond. Not being able to have my own children with my blood running through it's veins, crushed me.

*january 18, 1997*

Thomas comes running to my door and reads an article in the newspaper about a baby girl just being born. "I know it maybe too early for you but at least take a look at her she could be ours, we could never tell her she was adopted?" He hesitantly suggested. He doesn't know what's been happening in this room. I've been a little off I guess being locked up in a room for almost 2 months would to that to you. But I reluctantly open the door and look. She's beautiful, I want her! I need her! She's absolutely perfect! "Yes yes yes please let's go now!" I rushed and hugged him. "Um maybe you should shower and look presentable first?" He lamely attempts to crack a joke. I look down at my attire I look a mess! My night clothes all dingy looking, my hair looks like a birds nest. I smell badly, really badly. I hop in the shower quick and wash myself preparing to look presentable. I come out the shower and grab a purple ruffled top, a pair of black dress bell-bottomed pants and black wedges. I quickly dried myself and put on the clothes I laid out and headed out the door with my husband.