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Hayden's POV

"You're such a fucking little slut, what's this!" my drunk step dad yelled holding up a used condom. I walked through the house, focusing on the little creaks in every step. My 14 year-old little sister's used condom was in his hands, but me being the over protective sister I am, I lied for her so she wouldn't get beaten.

"Make yourself useful and get me a beer, lil' slut." I was tired of Brock's abuse. I slid on my holey chucks and picked up my VS bag and opened the front door. I went to grab for my keys but I felt Brock grab my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" I jerked my hand out of his grasp.

"Fuck off, Mr. Grier." I walked out of the front door, with the keys in hand. I ran out to my white Range Rover, hoping God magically put gas into it.

After multiple failing attempts to get the piece of shit to run, I hopped out and angrily slammed the door. I walked around Chicago, hopelessly searching for the unknown.

Three hours later, I decided to go to someone I could trust. Drew Virgo.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 20, 2014 ⏰

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