Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly...
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The boys practically engulfed the roast. I don't think they chewed it. Wow, boys truly eat like boys. When I came here I and dad always shared our meal because;
1.) We couldn't afford to buy 2 meals.
2.) Because I have always had a tiny appetite.
I have only had a few bites and my stomach feels like it is going to explode. I haven't eaten so much since forever. As much as it is delicious I feel like I am going to be sick. "You ok"? Bruno whispered. "Yeah, I'm just full". He looked worried and looked at me with sympathy. Probably thinking I have anorexia or something. "I can finish it"! Before I could say anything
Louis snatches my plate already scoffing it down. Vince and Alex give him a dirty look and Enzo and Milo whack him in the back of the head. "Your sister was eating that"! Alex growls.
"No, I wasn't"! now I am the one getting the dirty looks. Mary and Harry walk in together hand in hand. I have always admired their love for each other. "Hey, sweetheart how was it? was it as good as you remember"?
"Better". Harry smiles at me. Marry pulls out a seat next to me. "I am sorry about Margaret sweetheart. I know that we haven't been here for you! But we are here now". I force a smile to come at my lips. "Thanks". I sigh avoiding her eyes. "Here is our phone numbers! We are to never again lose contact with one another". Harry orders giving me a stern look. "Ok". I smile feeling my heart melt and my stomach flutter.
Harry and Vince shake hands. I can see sweat beads on the top of Harry's head as Vince death glares him. Marry holds both of my hands. "Now you have my phone number! Call me anytime". This feels like the hundredth time she has told me this. She has basically threatened my life if I don't call her. We all exchange hugs then wave our goodbyes. I feel a tug on my heart as we leave. I feel my eyes watering but I close my eyes to stop them. Why does it hurt so much? It feels just like last time did.. when I left them. But I can't let it bring me down. I can't let myself get attached... I can't let myself miss them... because if I do... all my emotions will come back. My heart will feel like I have a dagger in my heart constantly... I will be weak... I won't be strong... I will be pathetic... I won't be brave...
I will fill more broken.
**
My eyes hung heavy and my hands were endlessly shaking.. I changed into a baggy hoodie and in some jeans that hung loosely on my scrawny legs. My hair loosely waved down my back barely brushed. But did I care? Not a single fucking bit. I got out of the room I was staying in. Even though I had just slept a night in a five-star hotel it might as well have to be a cheap zero-star motel. Because I got zero sleep last night. The sun has barely risen but I can't stay in my room. All I could think about was the court trial.. the questions I will be asked... my heart raged and my anxiety was at its highest peak.
