As cliche as it sounds I have never really had a family. My single father was taken away from me at the tender age of five. Leaving me to be put in an adoption home since most of my family didn't want to risk having me. Whatever that means. At age ten I got adopted. They were a sweet family, it only lasted a few months though. My adopted parents got divorced about six months after I came along. And without having two incomes they had no choice but to give me back. I don't hold a grudge against them. I understand what they had to do. My next family was even worse. I was going on sixteen when I was taken to that place. If Hell were real, I was living in it. Both were drug and alcohol addicts and they would occasionally abuse me. But never their real child. And then I ran. Now I'm just trying to figure out what to do as my feet take me on a journey. Who knows what'll happen. A Special Thanks To @JaneConquestBackup for this amazing cover. Thank you! Book One