Scared Straight

Scared Straight

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Lia and Mariah Laney are twin sisters who live in the closest thing to paradise, the island of Oahu, Hawaii. Their mother kept them until she no longer was financially able. Leaving the six-year-old twins under the pretenses that she was going to the store, she left them on a church stairwell, never to return. They fell asleep on the concrete steps that night, exhausted from crying. A preacher found them the next morning and called 911, ultimately leading the parentless girls to an orphanage. There, they were treated well; given decent food and warm beds. What the caregivers didn't mend was the trauma the girls had underwent. At the age of nine, they scaled the fence and escaped the orphanage together. Mariah became the protector of Lia, though biologically it was meant to be opposite. She was the leader of their small pack. To survive, she would snatch things from people when they weren't looking. Lia caught on fast. They discovered the relaxing effects of nicotine. They learned how to shoplift. They learned how to stay warm at night. After weeks of living on the streets, a lady finds them sleeping on a park bench cuddled together. Her name was Consuela, of which the young girls confused as Abuela. No matter how resistant they were, she successfully urged them to her home. She fed them, gave them baths, and cleaned their many cuts and scrapes. But she was an older woman, in no position to raise more children. She takes them to her son Anthony. All her intentions were to get the poor girls off the streets, and as they expressed resistance to a shelter, Consuela hoped her son had what it took to help them. However, Mariah and Lia hated Anthony. Now, they've lived with him for four years. At the bright age of thirteen, they attend school, and are given the bare necessities of life such as clothes, food, and shelter. Other than that, they have nothing to thank Anthony for. Other than their addiction to methamphetamine.
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ONGOING, SLOW UPDATES. Thank you for reading though! As a young girl you had always believed that monsters as they seemed, were always big creepy things, with sharp teeth and long claws. Piercing eyes and mouths wide enough to swallow you whole. But one thing you didn't realize is that, monsters aren't what you had always imagined them to be. They are real. And sometimes, they're a lot closer to you than you think. 18 year old Hana is forced into moving across the country to a foreign land, full of people she doesn't know, just for her father's business. She fears that she won't ever fit in, but that all changes when she comes across a mysterious boy, whom she can't seem to get enough of. Secrets are revealed, blood is shed and tears are cried but does Hana have what it takes to live this life she's been thrown into? Or will her depression swallow her whole as she fights to keep her head above water. "The mafia it seems is no place for a girl like you" "I'd rather die than be seen with the likes of you" "I can't! "I can't do this anymore. You lie you cheat you do everything in your power to make me not trust you! I've just found out you were using me and for what? To what end? Huh?" You scream into the boys face but he doesn't even flinch. His eyes still dark and stormy pools. "I trusted you. Maybe even loved you! What am I? Just a fucking toy to satisfy your musings?" You can't help but let a tear to slip down your flush cheek, allowing it to leave a warm traitorous trail down your face that cools and dries upon contact with the air around you. "Maybe that was the old me, but you aren't just a play thing now. You're my world"

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