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I am finished packing my bags. Finally. I cannot wait to leave this house. I scan the room one last time to make sure I don't leave anything behind. My brother, Kayden, is standing on the doorstep. He looks at me with sad eyes. "I am so sorry that you had to go through this, Lyss." I give him a look that means: "It isn't your fault." "I shouldn't have let you live here for so long." I shake my head and pick up a cardboard box to put it in the truck outside. Silently, we put all the boxes in the back of the truck. When we are done, I see Marc standing beside the car. He walks toward me and gives me a hug. Afterward he opens the door for me, so I can get in my brother's car. "The nightmare is over now, Allison. Go enjoy your live." I mouth a thank you and wave good bye as my brother and I leave that hellish place. It's time to start over for the third time.
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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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