SHITTY GANG LIFE

SHITTY GANG LIFE

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Why Don't We
Rebecca Gray was in high school and hang out with the wrong group of people. She met her now husband Patrick, except he never made it official and they never got married. But he was in the gang life. He pulled Rebecca in and made her betray her own family. After a couple of years, Rebecca gave birth to a little girl named Ella. Rebecca had Ella at like 17-18 years old. Patrick has trained Ella since she was 7 to become this assassin like person. She goes and sells drugs, does his dirty work like getting people to pay their dos. Rebecca never approved of ells to do this but Patrick didn't care. So he beat Rebecca up. both girls have gone to hospital from him but they always stayed with him. Ella is now 17 years old and she goes to school but doesn't have many friends other than the gang. Rebecca stays at home to clean and get beaten by Patrick.
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Siblings

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

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