One-hundred sleepless nights

CHAPTER ONE flashbacks

(A/N: the girl in the picture is what Angelina looks like now.)

N/A P.O.V:A tall beautiful girl with a perfect body snuck out of her house in the wee hours of the night.
She'd gotten pregnant at fourteen. what a little slut. But she didn't want her baby. she just wanted to have fun. so she dumped the little girl in an orphanage after giving her a name.
This is where the story of Angelina Lee Smith begins.
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Angelina's POV:

"Angie!" i heard Ma Janice call from the front room and i bounced out of my bed and ran down the hallway. My bleach blond pigtails bouncing as i went. "what is it Ma Janice??" i squealed and hugged her leg.
"Well little Angie, there's someone here i want you to meet." the kind old lady said and lifted me onto her hip.
"Hello Angelina." a tall scary looking man said. he had a scruffy face and drawings (tattoos) on his arms.
"Who is he?" i whispered and buried my face in Ma Janice's shoulder.
"That is Tom. He's here to adopt you." the kind old lady smiled and set me down on the floor again.
"Really? oh i've always dreamed of being adopted!" i squealed and ran up to the man no longer caring if his clothes were ripped and he looked dirty.
"We're going to have so much fun! will you play tea party with me Mister Tom?" i giggled and hugged his leg.
"That sounds like a lot of fun Angelina." he said and smiled for the first time.
"Yay!" i squeaked and danced around the room.
"Alright, alright! Angie go get your things packed while i work on the papers with Tom." Ma Janice laughed and shoo'd me out of the room.
I ran back down the hallway and burst into the room where i slept with a few other little girls.
"I'M GONNA HAVE A NEW DADDY!" I squealed and clambered over my bed to get my doll and my dresses.
"LUCKY CAN WE MEET HIM?" a couple of my friends cheered.
"Sure if Ma Janice says so." i grinned and dragged my bag back down the hall to the front room.
"All ready Angie?" Ma Janice asked and led me out to Tom'a beat up old pick up truck.
"Yes Ma Janice. I'll miss you. Maybe Mister Tom will let me come and visit!" i giggled and climbed into the back seat with my bag

Tom broke his emotionless expression to smile faintly at me as he helped me buckle up.
'He's kind of scary. but he looks strong too so maybe he'll make a good prince when we play pretend.' i thought then looked out the window.
It was a long drive out into the country. he lived in a house in the woods that looked like it was make out of wood chips (an old shack sort of)
"Mister Tom is this my new house?" i screamed and jumped down from the truck.
"Yes it is." He replied simply and pushed the door open.
It smelled kind of funny inside. (Drugs and alcohol)
"Let me show you your room." he said and picked me up, my bag in his other hand.
Tom led me down the tiny hallway to a dusty room with a little bed and a dresser with a mirror.
"I love it!" i giggled and put my heavy bag down.
"Can we play tea party now please please please?" i begged and jumped up onto my bed.
"Sure why not?" he smiled and walked over to me.

Little did i know that this would not last long. I would have to go to public school instead of Ma Janice teaching me at home. Tom went out nearly every night drinking and he smoked a lot.
Sometimes when he got heavily intoxicated he would beat me.
I often sat alone with my bedroom door locked wondering why Ma Janice ever let me go home with him.
I guess some people are good at faking personalities.
That was the only good thing that came from living with Tom.
I learned very well how to fake a smile and my friends always thought i had a good life. only one of them knew why i wore long sleeves and jeans year round to hide the bruises and scars. Mary was the best. She knew how hard my life was and let me sneak out to her house whenever Tom got dangerous.
Her parents didn't mind. they thought we were in a lesbian relationship. we weren't but if that kept them quiet then so be it.
The night of my sixteenth birthday i snuck out to Mary's house again. but not just to sleep safely. we were going to drive to a Black Veil Brides concert/meet and greet she'd bought tickets for.
I'd never been to any of my bands concerts and probably wouldn't other than this.
Boy did i owe a lot to Mary.
Ever since the day i came to school with my only clean shirt on that unfortunately showed my bruises and self harm scars and was bullied non stop for it. she'd stood up for me and we kind of clicked after that.
My name is Angelina Lee Smith and this is my story...