Introduction

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What hurt me more the scars on my hands or the the tears in my eyes.                                             What killed me more the mental pressure or the physical pressure.                                                             What made me lose control my mental flaw or my physical flaw.

Yes, every bit of me is so numb that I can't feel my blood flowing or my mind reacting. The scars I give myself are so bad that it no longer pains, the feeling you get when you hurt yourself is nothing compared to I have been through.

I remember those days I had everything and these days where I have nothing.

This wasn't my life its not my true form I know it, its like I am living someone else's life.

By the way I am Addilyne, sixteen years old, living with my six elder step brothers who own a gang and yes I am a part of it. CLEARLY NOT MY WISH. I am the only girl in six boys you know where they would use me. Right - I do their cleaning, cooking , client managing . WOW NICE JOB!

Yes and now you think I am spoilt , pampered , spoon -fed, a rich bitch. Let me clear you , since the age of ten I am a part of this gang, my brothers torture me since ten , I cut myself since thirteen, I live in a dark broken house and yes I don't get any money. So no judging me.

But today was different my six elder brothers Jack, Sammy, Aldyne, Alfred, Alex, Bob are all gone out and I can escape.

Now you may think, didn't they ever leave her alone. Answer to your question, NO!NEVER! but today they all had to go so it is me only. Wait there is someone coming outside the door. Someone going to open my door. Who is it? Nobody, Nobody at all, No one is kind enough to let me out, I feel sad. I feel broken and my freedom is never written in my destiny.




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