THE LAST TEN CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN TAKEN DOWN DUE TO COPYRIGHT ISSUES!

Important Note: So, this version is the unedited version, which means that the published version has information that is not given in this version. The published version is written in third person while this is just written in Hadley's point of view. I will edit this —I currently am, but this will stay in Hadley's POV and a few things will be changed to match it a bit with the published version. I will do my best.

P.S. For the future: human trafficking still happens. Yes, I am aware that it is illegal. It also IS possible for an adult to live with their parents around twenty-one. Well, at least in my country it's normal. So, please, no rude comments!! You will find out yourself what I am talking about when you get a few chapters ahead. I also got a few comments saying that this story is unrealistic, let me make that clear, this is all FICTION. I did that on purpose. I did that because for me it's a whole new world. It's my own imagination and EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE IN YOUR IMAGINATION. I CAN EVEN HAVE BLOODY UNICORNS. They're awesome. Anyways, for the thousandth time, I hope you guys enjoy the story.  

Copyright © 2014 by Shiewanie Kristo. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Shiewanie Kristo.

Best rank: #17 in Romance

I hope you guys will like this story, because I really worked hard on it, and it cost me a lot of sleepless nights. 

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I watched as my father yelled at my mother to leave the house and go live somewhere else. This had been going on for years now. Everyday my father would yell at my mother and my mother would yell back. They didn't exactly love each other. Their marriage was an arranged marriage and since they got married, they hate each other with all their guts.

My mother usually tells me that having me was one of her biggest mistakes. She told me that both, my mother and my father were drunk at a friend's party and they slept with each other. That's how my mother got pregnant. She even tried to abort my sister and I, but I don't know how or why she didn't.

As for my father, he is an advocate and he never actually talked to me. The last time we talked to each other was two or three weeks ago, when he asked me to pick up the phone. I bet he doesn't even remember my name.

"It would be a lot better if you'd die that one night we had that car accident!" my father yelled at my mother.

"Well breaking news, asshole. It certainly would be a lot better if I died that day. At least I wouldn't have an ugly and self-centered husband like you! Fucking man-whore!" my mother yelled back.

I turned around to walk back to my room, but froze when I heard a loud smack. I hastily turned around and saw my mother on the floor with her hand on her cheek, glaring at my father who had slapped her.

I gasped and clutched onto my chest. Tears streamed down my face. I looked at my mother, who took a vase and threw it on my father; but he dodged it and the vase hit the wall, shattering into pieces.

They may always fight, but they never raised a hand on each other before. They never dared to. I couldn't believe what I was seeing right now. I never expected my parents to have a big fight like this only because my mother didn't make dinner.

My father yelled one last time at my mother before opening the door and slamming it with such force, making me flinch. A sob released out of my mouth and I gasped for air. I couldn't breathe. Not one of these attacks again. I ran to the fridge and grabbed a small bottle of water. I quickly opened the cap and drank the whole bottle of water in one gulp. This house was just the worse place to be. I hate being here.

I closed the fridge and threw the empty bottle away. After that I grabbed my jacket and walked out of the house.

My mother saw me walking out of the house, but didn't say anything. Even if it would be in the middle of the night, she wouldn't care. She never does. I took a deep breath, making me relax a little. The summer breeze hit me like the sound of sweet melodies. I smiled a little. Maybe a little moment of my own will make me forget what happened a few minutes ago.

I sighed as I stared at the leaves fluttering along with the wind. I just wanted to stay like this forever. No parents fighting for divorce. No crazy whores seeking for attention. No losing people who you love the most. It's just you with yourself.

All these years I've seen my parents arguing, chicks crying, guys flirting, people befriending other people, couples walking hand in hand. I wanted all the happiness when I was little. But now, I just hate people. I just can't stand them. I don't want friends that stab you in the back. I don't want a boyfriend who cheats on you with another girl.

I lay down on the bench and closed my eyes for a second. I thought about all the fights my parents had, how I once ended up in the hospital because my mother hit my head on the wall, how much I hate Aidan, and also of a plan to kill Sarina.

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I groaned and used my hand as a shield to prevent the sun from making me blind. I looked around, my gaze all blurry. I realized that I wasn't at home. I was at the place where I used to come with my best friend.

Best friend.

That term makes me want to puke. I hate having friends. I hate people. I hate backstabbing bitches. Love means nothing. Friendship means nothing. Everything is just a deception.

This is the real world. Not some book.

I stood up and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my coat. I started to walk towards my house; my own house that's not mine. The place where nobody cared about me, not even my parents.

I sighed and looked into the distance, wishing that everything will magically be okay. That everyone will like me, not hate me. As much as I don't want admit this, I have forgiven Sarina for what she did to me, because no matter how much I twist or turn the fact, she is still my twin.

As for Aidan, I don't think I'll be able to forgive him for what he did to me. He hurt me enough and I don't think I'll be able to forgive him that easily. He took me as his play toy, nothing else.

That's the third reason for me not to like people. I love my parents, but they just seem to hate me as much as I love them. I don't mean anything to them. They don't want me. I'm just a big mistake; nothing else.

Suddenly I heard a honk of a car and the tires screeching. I covered my ears, waiting for the car to hit me. But surprisingly, it didn't. I peeked with one open eye and saw a drop dead gorgeous guy getting out of the expensive SUV. Well, that was a nice description. 

He was wearing an Armani suit and those expensive sunglasses. He had blonde hair and pink lips. He looked absolutely dashing, but that didn't stop me from snapping at him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!?" I glared at him. "You could have fucking killed me!?" I yelled at him. I could feel my face turning red.

He raised his hands, gesturing me to calm down. But I didn't listen and continued yelling. He really doesn't think that he's going to get away with it!

"Lady, can you please calm down? I'm extremely sorry for what I did. I can drop you home if you want to." he offered, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I narrowed my eyes at him and shrugged his hand off my shoulder. I huffed and rubbed my forehead in annoyance. What did I ever do to get such a disastrous life?

I sighed and held up my hand. "No, you don't have to. I'll go home myself."

He nodded and smiled gently. If it wasn't for me being mad, my knees would buckle by seeing his handsome face. I turned around and walked away without even looking back.

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Hey there...

This book got published, and as I said earlier, THIS VERSION IS THE SHITTY VERSION. THE PUBLISHED VERSION IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SO STOP WITH THE RUDE COMMENTS!

And a million thanks to @dandino for the awesome cover! It's amazing!!!!

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