Motherless Child ( Urban )

Motherless Child ( Urban )

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Ava Vega was born into the world with a twin brother to crackhead parents. After being separated from her brother and best friend, she encounters many different families none of which she can stand living. She finally decides to make a run from her orphan life and find her brother and best friend. When she makes a wrong turn and is caught by her foster dad she's beaten and raped and all the money she had is taken from her. She is forced to take a handout from someone she never thought would help her. She's thrown through many obstacles but is forced to keep her head high and keep working to survive. Follow Little Orphan Ava on her journey to find the life she wants and deserves.
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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