Being..Adopted (Why don't we fanfic)

Being..Adopted (Why don't we fanfic)

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Ello, My name is Ally and ever since I can remember I have been going from foster home to foster home from country to country. But I've settled with this one family my Foster dad Tyler and my foster mum Crystal and then my big biological sister Chloe. Our foster parents are the best they have a nice house and apparently a lot of money they are both CEOs so me and Chloe get all the new stuff we both have all the most expensive things but we always say We don't need it we have you two but they say that they want us to have it honestly they are the best foster parents ever. We live in Los Angeles California in Bel air in a 88million dollar home but we aren't used to the rich life me and my sister are from the UK and are accents have never faded they are rich and we always say Thank you darling. But that is all you need to know for now also I'm 19 and Chloe is 19 too she's 10 months older than me I'm a late birth of a twin.
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The Text

"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.

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