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The only thing Azalea knew how to do was dance. So that's what she did, she danced through pain, through heartbreak, through triumph and disappointment, all because it was her only way of letting things out.
She wasn't allowed to cry, or kick, or scream, she was raised to be a ghost, not seen, not heard, because living meant punishment, living meant she was taking up space in the world, space she'd been raised to believe she didn't deserve.
Azalea was thrown into an orphanage at the age of three, a year later adopted by a loving couple who had a child of their own, an eight year old boy who became Azalea's dearest friend. The couple loved and treated Azalea as their own-at least, that was until the accident.
When Azalea was eight, her mother was driving them to school, and they got into an accident, a truck hit the front of their car, sending them spiralling off the road, into a tree. Azalea came out with a broken arm, her mother a sprained wrist, but their twelve year old son didn't make it. Azalea's parents blamed her, and that was the start of the abuse.
Azalea was eight when she was told her brother had died because of her, her best frien and closest confidant was killed because she was talking too much in the car. She endured years of abuse and trauma, leading her to close herself off, not talking, simply watching, waiting for everyone around her to turn on her and realise every mistake would somehow lead back to her.
At the age of 16 Azalea's parents were caught in another car accident, the police suspected overdose. But what would happen when she meets a father and five brothers she knew nothing about? What happens when you throw a broken, hurting girl who was taught to believe she would never be enough, into a family of males who had been searching for their girl since she was taken? Men who just want to love and protect her? Men who are hiding a dangerous secret that could bring the finally shred of control in Azalea's life tumbling from her grasp?