Adopted by who !!! (Shaytards fanfic)

Close to death and my story

Sorry I kept you waiting xxx

Everything went black. 'Move' A strange husky voice said. This strange dude pulled me by the wrist and I fell out of the car. He held me down. I couldn't breath. I could barely see. But I could make out the shape of.......a gg..g..ggu.....unn. I seen his finger push the trigger.........BAM!

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End of nightmare.

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It was just a nightmare. I know who that guy was....he was..my dad. Yes, I can remember now. His breath still smelt the same, alcohol.Even though it was a dream I could still smell it. I am so so so glad that was a nightmare. This may be the time to tell you why I was brought to the orphanage. Ok, Here we go.

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Flashback

''I don't wanna go!'' I scream to my mom. ''You have to go'' She says calmly. I mean I love my mom but I certainly don't love what she's doing. She's going on vacation with her new boyfriend, Darren. My parents split up just over a year ago and ever since, my life's been a mess. Dad is horrid, he hurts me. He always says I'm worthless and I don't deserve to live. I sometimes believed it but I knew he was just trying to minipulate me. When I'm there I'm sometimes too scared to eat, not that there's much too eat. Dinner is the only meal where we have a decent portion. I cry to myself. Darren later takes me too my dads. My heart is beating fast in my chest and I'm scared it will burst out off my chest at any minute. My dad smiles at Darren, yes my mom and Darren don't know what my dad does. As soon as Darren drives out of sight. My dad grips the neck of my top and yanks me indoors. I start to whimper and he starts to yell. He lives in a basic little house, one level. My room is utterly disgusting. That night when I go to bed, I realise my mom should be taking off. Going to Spain, lucky her. My father shouts rude words at me from downstairs, It's a strange thing to do but he still does it. The next day was probably the worst day off my life. Firstly my dad beat me, secondly he starved me. Lastly when my dad was watching the news a terrible story came on. Two people had been killed coming through the airport in Spain.

Then two pictures flashed up on the screen, mom and Darren. My dad laughed a bit then looked at me. "Haha" He smirked. I stormed out of the room crying. After two weeks my dad got sick of me. He made me pack up my small possesions and get in the cab he had called. Being eight I had no idea what was happening. The car pulled up outside a big house. My dad walked in with me and signed some papers and just like that he was gone. "Good riddens" I murmered.

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End of flashback

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So that's it, we've arrived now so yeah.