You see my mother was never the same after my Papa's death. She solves her problems by drinking so it wasn't surprising when she started to bring boys home and started to take it out on me and my sibling and then move but after that, they also die so she decided to ship me to a group home called Rosso Manor. Disclaimer: This is not original, I found inspiration from similar story on Wattpad. This also contains poly relationships, LGBTQ+, mental illness, smoking, and drinking as well as abuse, cutting, rape, and mention of it. If you are uncomfortable with these subjects please leave.