It starts slowly, the feeling of dread crawling up in my chest, spreading like a drop of ink onto a wet piece of paper. Darkening my thoughts and making it harder for me to see, breath. It doesn't take long for my breath to quicken, eyes wide and chest rising in an uneven pattern as I try to suck in as much air as possible. As if the moment I stop trying there won't be any air left. The shattered glass on the floor causes me to wince. Tears are flowing down my eyes, the drops dripping down my face and onto my hands. My sight becomes blurry and flashes of the belt, my father, shouting and my own screams are all I can remember. "I'm so sorry" More tears flush down my face and all of a sudden I'm looking up gasping for breath. "Please don't hit me." ~ Mia was just a child who thought she would never get adopted, going back and forth from different homes for sixteen years made her think she was worthless. Untill seven boys step into her life.
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