I look at him and he stares at me I look down and see my sister and parents dead.

"You fucking bitch!" I scream and he runs to me and try's to take off my clothes but I push him away.

"DONT YOU EVEN TRY!!" I yell. I run down the ally way and go to a dark lane.

I call 911 and they say they come right away. I slide down the wall and brush my hair up. The cold snow send me shivers up my spine. I press my coat closer to me and look to the side.

I start to cry. Two people look at me.

"My god what a mess!" The woman says.

"Don't touch him he may be sick dear!" He says taking the cigarette out and blowing the smoke in my face.

"Stop! It's not my fault! My parents just got murdered! I don't know where I'm supposed to go!" I cry and run away.

"Hey there hot stuff..." Said the man. I freeze and look around.

"W- where are you?" I cry. The man jumps on me and pulls a knife out. Then someone pulls him back and I run out.

"Stop right there!" Said the woman. I look back.

"W- what?" I say.

"Please stay with us! We have enough space we don't know what to do with!"

"Umm.. Well I guess I have no choice." I sigh.

"We are filthy rich to the bone! My husband works for the queen of England! And we get paid handsomely!" The woman brags.

"Ok..." My family was poor. My dad didn't have a job and my mom worked at a farm.

I follow them to there car and they drive me to there mans-  palace.