Amelia's Pov:

"Wake the fuck up you little shit"

When I wake up I automatically know it's no one other than my step-father mark.

"Get the fuck up and make us breakfast, and hurry up and get to school slut."

I hurry and get up because I know that if I don't it would just lead to a beating and maybe even something more.

As I make my way downstairs I see my mom or better yet Marie passed out on the couch surrounded by needles.

"Get to fucking cooking" Mark says while slapping me.

As I'm preparing his breakfast I think back to the events that happened yesterday. When I didn't make his food fast enough and I accidentally spoke up.

It was one of the worst beatings I had ever gotten.

He broke one of my ribs making it extremely difficult to breathe right now, he threw hot water on me, and he continued to beat and hit me until I was unconscious. And during all of this my mom just sat there and watched.

Hence why I don't refer to him as a mom. She's never been a mom to me.

Once I finished making their breakfast I got dressed and went to school. I knew it would be a hard day since my ribs were still broken and I had just been beaten so I ended up just wearing some jeans and a hoodie... it's not like I had anything else.

My mom and stepdad use all of their money to buy their next fix. So I haven't gotten a new piece of clothing since I was 11... and that was from a teacher who thought my clothes looked horrible.

The school day dragged so much and I think it's cause I'm in so much pain. Once I got to lunch I took my normal seat in the corner of the cafeteria and looked at my sandwich knowing that I'd probably only be able to 2 or 3 bites before my stomach started to hurt.

"Amelia Little please report to the main office" says the principal over the intercom.

Shit. I wonder if I'm in trouble. Today I haven't really been paying attention in any of my classes because I've been in so much pain and I think a few teachers noticed. I got up and started making my way to the office scared of what might happen at home if I get in trouble.

As I approach the door I hear about 3 people talking but by listening to the footsteps I know theirs about 5 people in there.

As I knock softly on the door and I heard a stern voice telling me to come in.

Once I walk in I see my English teacher, my principal, my basketball coach, a police officer, and a social worker.

"Amelia can you please sit down " my principal says as she motions to the seat in front of her desk

I nod my head and take a seat.

"Amelia I'm sorry to have to tell you this but you mother and stepfather passed away in a car accident a few hours ago" says my English teacher

Free. In that exact moment I felt free and as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

Just as I started smiling mentally I remembered that I don't have a family.

"So I'll be going to a foster home" I say looking down

"Actually no, we found your brothers and you'll be living with them." Says the social worker

"Brothers? You must be mistaken I don't have brothers" I say looking at the lady

"But you do sweetie. They filed a missing person report when your mom ran off with you when you were 4 and when we went into the system to put you in, all your info matched to the one on the report. We compared the DNA from your mom to them and it's a match." She says while smiling at me

Brothers. I have fucking brothers. All these years I've been alone and thought I was an only child when I've had fucking brothers.

"When do I leave" I whisper

"Right now actually. We're going to go get your stuff from your home and then get you to the airport so you can fly to New York." Says the social worker

New York?? That's all the way across the country.

"Ok" I say while getting up

"Wait Amelia before you go, I want to give you this" my English teacher comes up to me holding out a gift bag.

"I was going to give it to you next week since I was announcing I was retiring but since you're leaving now I thought this was the best time" she said while handing me the bag

I look inside and there were 5 books, a journal, a few pens, a note pad, some sticky notes and other things a writer may need.

"Thank you" I say while hugging her.

"Of course. And remember writing is your power. Don't let anyone take that away from you" she says while hugging me back.

Then my coach came over.

"The team is really gonna miss you Amelia" my coach says while hugging me

I knew it wasn't true since everyone on the team hated me but I could honestly care less.

Then my principal walked up to me and hugged me

"Give em' hell" he whispers in my ear

Usually I'm not this emotional. hell usually I'm beating someone's ass or shutting myself off from the world.

But these people have helped me so much these passed few years. The became my safe haven and have done so much for me.

"Bye Amelia" all the teachers said as I left the room

"Bye everyone" I whisper

Once we left the school, the social worker took me straight to the house and told me to gather all of my stuff.

I grabbed my old duffel bag and stuffed in my basketball shoes, two pairs of jeans, two tops, a hoodie, 3 pairs of underwear and some socks. That's all the clothing I owned plus the hoodie and jeans I had on right now.

"Is that all?" The lady asked

"Yup" I said making my way outside back to the car

" your brother got you a ticket in first class and since your a minor the flight attendant will be looking after you on the plane. Once you land your brother said he sent someone to pick you up so just look for a man holding a sign with your name on it." My social worker says as she hands me my boarding pass

"Thanks." I say

"Your welcome Amelia. I will come visit in a few months to see how you've settled. Bye!"

And with that I was now boarding the plane on its way to New York.

It's not like I was scared or anything. If anything people thought I was crazy. I just don't like how fast everything is going. One minute I'm getting beat by my step dad and the next I'm on a plane to live with my brothers I never knew I had.

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