Chapter 1

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I walked out of his house furious. I couldn't believe that it has been two years and he has been cheating on me for six months. He followed after me, snatched my arm and pulled me back inside his house. No one else was home it was just him and me. He threw me inside and locked the door. He turned at me with anger in his eyes.

"You aren't going anywhere Alaska. Your staying here. She meant nothing to me. Not like you do."

"If I really meant something to you then you would've stayed loyal. I don't really mean anything to you, you just want me around so you can give your parents a "good girl" someone who doesn't sleep around, or drink, or smoke. You wanted someone to give you a better reputation!"

He grabbed my arms and backed me into a wall. "I do love you Alaska, a lot. I thought I made it clear!" He raised his voice with every sentence. "The only reason I fucked Maryn was because you don't do anything like that for me! It's like you don't even love me anymore." He released his grip on my wrists and put his head down. I was still shaking, and I looked around not knowing what to do.

"I'm sorry Ethan, I told you I don't want to lose my virginity yet. I'm too scared to. I feel like we are too young I'm only fourteen." I said holding back my tears.

"You wouldn't be scared if you actually cared for me. And I am seventeen! I'm old enough. Your fear is getting in the way of our love."

I wasn't sure what to do but I knew I was certain I didn't want to lose my virginity at fourteen.

"I'm sorry, but if you can't love me without my body, I don't think this is going to work."

He clinched his fists and grabbed my chin. I couldn't hold in my tears anymore, I knew he was going to hurt me, I could see it in his eyes. He lifted my chin up and spit at me.

"You're a bitch, you know that. Did you also know that I have a reputation for getting what I want? And if I don't get what I want I throw a damn fit."

I closed my eyes as he threw me into the dining room table. He took my head as I was on the ground and bashed it into the floor. I don't remember what happened next.

Two years later...

On the bus ride home from school, my foster siblings and I pondered what Sammy was going to make for dinner. It's been four month with Sammy, Mayson and her kids and I couldn't be happier. They are the best foster family I've ever had. The other ones always told me that I was a waste of space and that they couldn't have asked for a more useless sixteen year old girl, Though I did everything they asked me to do. This family, well, they treat me like an actual human, not just a slave.

About ten minutes later the bus arrived at our stop. We jumped out of the bus and ran into the house. We all ran to our rooms and put our school bag down, got into our comfy clothes and went down to the kitchen. I went down the stairs and saw everyone sitting at the dinner table, including Sammy who I thought would already be making dinner, I pulled my chair out slowly and took a seat with them all staring at me blankly.

"Whats going on guys?" I said in a slow, worried tone. Sammy looked at her husband, he pulled out a letter and handed it to me.

"Read this Alaska, it came for you in the mail today." I took the letter out of the ripped envelope and started reading.

Alaska Wiley, you have been commanded to attend Dr. Arlo's boarding school. This has been talked over with your foster agency and you will be required to live at the school. The government has made this mandatory. We are sorry for any inconveniences, you will be leaving on March, 10th at 8am. See you soon.

I stared blankly at the small letter then looked back at the date. "Wait, What?" I forgot what the rest of the letter said and looked at the date. "I leave March 10th? Its March 9th that means... I leave tomorrow." I looked at them with a sick look on my face but they only stared at me expressionless.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 02, 2021 ⏰

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