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MISTREATED BY THEIR PARENTS

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Chương 1: CHAPTER 1

03h, I am awakened by slaps. By who ? My so-called "father".

Michel "my father": BITCH GO WAKE UP YOUR FUCKING LITTLE BROTHER AND GET DOWN IMMEDIATELY.

And suddenly I get up with a start by my so-called mother who had just thrown a bucket of water on me.

Lisa "my mother": Bitch, get up, I told you.

Me: OH IT'S GOOD YOU THOUGHT YOU TOO MUCH THAT LIFE WAS A KIWI, YOU HIT ME WHEN YOU WANT, YOU INSULT ME WHEN YOU WANT! BUT GET OUT OF THERE AND YOU DONT HAVE TO TOUCH MY LITTLE BROTHER.

Lisa: SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I INSULT YOU WHENEVER I WANT. TODAY YOU WILL LIVE IN HELL. Go get up.

She takes me by the hair

Me: Aaaaaah let go of me, let go of me.

Lisa: Tg bitch.

And she drags me to the living room and she lets me go. Michel had already raised his hand on Younes. I run to him and put him behind me.

Me: You better not edit it.

Michel: Get out of there.

Me no.

Michel: Aaah you want to take the blows in his place!

Me: Yeah you all got it.

Younes: No, please Lili, you didn't take too much for me.

Me: Tkt Younes run to your locked room and cover your ears hard.

Younes: No :'( Lili please don't leave me alone.

Me: I said go up to your room Younes tkt after I come to sleep with you.

Younes: Sniff okay sniff

And he runs into his room, and like every night I get hit by Lisa and Michel.

~ Presentation ~

Me: Mélina (Méli, Lina and Lili for friends) 17 years old, normal height, black hair, dark black eyes, "French", I have mixed-race skin, my parents are white, in short... I live in Paris in a big house since Lisa and Michel are very rich.

Younes: My little brother, 5 years old, dark black hair like his eyes and he has dark skin. He's my baby, my life, without him I don't live anymore.

Lisa: My so-called mother, 39, deputy boss of a very powerful mafia. She is always there to insult me pff my faith she disgusts me. Besides, she's not my mother so I don't care about her.

Michel: My so-called father, 44 years old leader of a very powerful mafia. He is very violent with me. I hate him and he's not my father so I don't give a shit about him.

~ Summarize my experience ~

I lived life in pink, when I was 11 "my mother" she "gave birth" to a boy "Younes", but I never saw his belly grow... Weird... In short, when I was 15 and 4 years old from Younes, "my father" started hating, insulting and hitting us every night at 3am, when before we were really close. Lisa kept telling us "It's because of you that he doesn't love me anymore, you're not even my children! Dirty niggers... North African I hate you". ???? So in real life I have a renoi and North African origin. I knew I wasn't French with Younes but I didn't think I would have those origins. For 2 years they made us go through hell because we are not their children... Well, it's more like me, who went through hell since it's me who takes all the blows. I would never let them raise their dirty hands on Younes. He and I became "skeletons", so to speak. They only gave us a plate of paw and a small bottle of water for two. For 2 years we didn't even go out to school.

But all that was going to change tomorrow because tomorrow is a special day that happens only once a year, my birthday. Tomorrow at midnight I'll be 18 and I'll run away with Younes from this damn house.

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