Adopted by the Gangleader ✔️

Prologue

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

numerous shots were fired, echoing through the night.

"Where is she." a harsh voice of a man utters

"I don't know." the woman says with her voice unwavering although she was deeply wounded by the stomach so she attempts to stagger along, until the masked man shoots her.

Bang.

"run along. now" a voice belonging to a younger boy, ushering the small baby.

"Bowther I won't weave you" the little girl says

"do as I say, and run." my brother ran towards the baby as he covered the little girl as another gun fires. she ooked back and scrambled away, after seeing her brother was bleeding.

"Liv...please go" my brother says then he lays on the ground still.

tears filled the little girl's eyes, clouding her vision, soon her desperate pleas were of no use. eventually sirens were heard.

OLIVIA

before i could register anything, I was at a hospital..

"sweetie can you tell us what happened?" A woman asked me.

I stared down at my lap, i didn't know what happened.

"let's try a different approach" a man's voice said.

"Kid, how old are you" he asked me.

I held my fingers up,

"You are four years old. Well we got in touch with your grandparents" the man says.

"Gama?" I said.

They nodded

Tears streamed down my face, i didn't know my grandparents were still alive.

Before I knew I was on a airport to my grandparents.

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I lived with them for 2 years but then they joined my mama, papa, and my brother.

I was sent to a orphanage.

I knew then that all of my families were gone.

I was alone.

The social worker drove away.

"Hello, sweetie I'm Mr. Ronaldo you may call me Ron" The man says crouching down to me.

I just stared at the ground.

I never ate.

Never came out of my room.

I always been the target for being bullied.

For 3 years straight I secluded myself.

That is till I got adopted by the first family.

They were nice but I never spoke to them, doctors had been concerned that i may lose my vocal if i never speak.
So I ended up at the orphanage again at the age of 8.

Then so forth.

I've been adopted five times.

Of those five times they said I was too walled up.

I didn't know what that meant.

Mr. Ron tells me I should loosen up and open to others.

I always shook my head.

"Olivia you need to eat" Mr. Ron says tapping on the table.

I stared at the food.

"I'm not hungry" I said.

Ever since then I've been forced to eat.

Now I am 12 years old.

Haven't been adopted for 2 years straight.

edit: 2.3.22
edit: 2.22.23