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Growing up with fighting parents would drive anyone to drink. Exceptionally when they fight every day. So that's what I did. I turned to alcohol. The one thing that would help me drive out the yelling and give me the care free attitude that I needed to not go insane. Oh by the way, my name is Lyla Grey. And did I forget to mention that I have anger issues? Let's just say that there's a lot of holes in my walls. My parents don't notice because their to busy yelling at each other. It's all okay though. Because I'm happy. Or as happy as I can get. So what do I do when there's new guys moving in down the street? And they have powers no human should? I pull out the booze and get ready for the storm because it's going to be a long day.
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* Usually this would be the time that Amanda would say, 'I told you so' and right now I would give anything for her to be here. Maybe she would scold me, but I would take it. Maybe she would scream at me the whole way home, but I would take it. And maybe she would curse me, insult me and even tell mom about it, but I would take it. Rather than this. This, I didn't know what the woman was going to do to me. I obviously knew exactly what Amanda was going to do to me in this situation, but this... this moment. "What are you..." I then remembered. Shit! Those men spiked me! And as fast as it hit me, I was out. * Amanda and Brenda were not sure if Aliah was trying to ignore her past traumatic kidnapping or if she was actually way over it. With the jolly and flirtatious Aliah, it was hard to differentiate fake smiles from real laughs, pretense from true emotions. And this situation seemed to be stressing them out even more than Aliah who had insisted on letting it go. Dreams crash realities. Two similarities crash two personalities. Will you be able to tell the difference?

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