Here we go.Five,four...three..two... My door was kicked open by James, foster father. And no, it doesn't have a lock. Why? You'll find out along the way."Anabella!!! I told you not to leave the light in the sitting room turned on it makes me.... Angry?"he roared staggering obviously drunk, towards the light switch of my room and turning it on to locate me.Firstly I didn't even come out of my room the whole day so how did I even... Oh forget it. He always finds a fault anyway..... Oh in this case, creates one.One time it's because he wants chicken instead of beef another time the food is too hot. I mean come on I spent my money to cook his picture perfect meal I thought he'd at least be knocked out by now from how much he ate."I took you in and this is what I get. No peace huh" . Here we go again.He was now very close to my face. I can smell cheap rum fr
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