Drugged and Addictive

Drugged and Addictive

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I was thinking how I was going to enter my house without been noticed. I don't want to get beaten up for the things I didn't do.I just got back from my part time job because that's the only thing feeding me,I worked at a pizza restaurant and the pay is good enough. I opened the door to this wretched place called home, I looked around to see if anyone was awake and made it past the living room and went up to my room. I breathed out for a sign of relieve but my heart jumped when I saw my uncle sitting on my bed. "What time is it ",he spoke. My hands were shaking but I need not to show fear to this bastard... I looked at my cell for the time "It's 11:30pm ,sir ",I spoke with hatred and the tone of my voice sounded bitter. "And where are you coming from exactly? " read to find out what will happen
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*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

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