The youngest pouge~~~Outer banks

The youngest pouge~~~Outer banks

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Hey I'm Layla. I'm 13 years old and I am a pouge. I am the youngest pouge to be exact. I've known John B and JJ since I was 5. They were 8 and they protected me from some guys that were bullying me at school. Ever since then we've been best friends, they are like my brothers. They are crazy protective of me which gets annoying. Now, you probably know someone named Barry, the drug dealer that works at the pawn shop..yeah well he's my big brother. He is obviously a drug dealer and does drugs himself but he still takes care of me. Barry is still overprotective of me like every brother would be but he can be a real asshole sometimes. He can be abusive but not that much, only when he's high and thats when he doesn't care about what he's doing. Even when he's high he's protective. Barry is 21 years old so he is 8 years older then me which sucks at times. JJ, John B, and I have pretty similar lives while Pope and Kie have pretty normal and good lives. Anyways join me on my journey as the youngest Pouge and Barry's little sister..
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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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