One big "happy" family

One big "happy" family

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Okay so I could put it this way but I won't. You see I'm just an average 15 year old girl who knows that nothing ever good happened to a 15 year old girl who has to live with 6 older brothers and her mom. I could also tell you my back story but really there's nothing to tell. I live with 6 boys older than me and my mom who struggles to put food in our stomach. And might I mention I'm considered a baby in my house hold. I'm not allowed to do anything unless it's approved by my brothers. Oh and one detail if some one were to ask me out they would regret it. Okay so as you can see this is a story about Olivia rider and her life with boys... Just by this little preview you can probably tell she has to be tough around her house, and well has to put up with the fact that she is never going to be able to stop her older siblings from protecting her. But will this bring her up or destroy her?
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*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

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