Back to the present
Adrienne's POV
"Clara!" I wake up, that name leaving my lips in a screech. My uncontrollable sobs echo the room. I reach for my blade and begin to slash at my wrists."I'm sorry, Clara."
I can practically hear Clara telling me to stop. To go back to sleep. I clean my cuts and find my small bottle of vodka. I drink some, its burning sensation comforting. My sobs still do not cease.
"Oh, baby." Troian comes in. I hide my blade and bottle." It's okay, you're safe."
"Okay, momma. I mean Troian, I'm sorry." I apologize."Did I wake you?"
"It's okay. I kinda like you calling me mom. And sleep is overrated, you wanna tell me what your dream was? It might help." Troi, er mom, suggests. I nod and begin.
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Troian Bellisario Adopted Me
FanfictionAdrienne has,always had it rough. From when she was abused from ages 5-10, to bring sent to a large amount of foster homes that hated her. When a special person is looking to adopt, will Adrienne's life change?
