it was a dark winters night on my haystack of a bed, my name is cordelia and i am only 7 and my parents don't make any money so i live on the streets. they call me creative names like whore, ugly, slut and others i choose not to name.
its the next morning and my parents give me some change and tell me to buy them coffee. so i walk down to this big building that has a coffee cup on it. i walk up to the till and get a concerned look from to young boys one with black hair and blue eyes the other with brown hair and brown eyes. they ask me questions like where my parents are
"at the corner shop" i reply.
the blue eyed one tries to hold my hand, i refuse.
i start walking back to the corner store where my parents are and i hand them their drinks. mum spits it out and punches me in the stomach. i start to tear up but i try to keep it together.
the two boys come running up and the one with brown hair says
"don't treat such a young child like that!"
"who's stopping me?" mum responds.
"us!" they both reply in unison.
mum and dad say
"fine, we didn't want her anyways,"
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Adopted by Phan👥
FanfictionI was sleeping on my haystack of a bed out on the street at the age of 7 years old. Until two grown men changed my life. [trigger warning swears and general triggers]
