Adeline went home and called her dad. She was tired of everything. Bad things keep happening to her. Terrible things. She couldn't take it anymore. She knew if she lived with her father, she'd have to take care of her bratty half-siblings, but anything was better than this. She needed to get out of this shithole town. Away from her mother, her abusive classmates, creepy step-family, and Damien. Especially Damien. He had hurt her the most.
She didn't realize she had feelings for him until now, and she wanted to erase them. Damien would bring nothing but misery for her, and she had enough shit to deal with.
Thankfully, her dad picked up the phone on her first try.
"Hey Adeline, what's going on?" her dad asked.
Adeline couldn't hold it i
Writing this hurt my heart.
Ten years later...Adeline had the rare Saturday day shift. She was off by 3 pm. Of course, she started at 4:30 am, but now she'd have some time to spend with her half-siblings: Marla and Little Dave, who were thirteen, and Stewie, who was ten.She hadn't seen them in a while because she worked nearly seventy hours a week at the diner as assistant manager. She planned to make the best out of this day. Thankfully, Tommy wasn't getting out of work till eight this evening.She stopped by Dunkin Donuts, even though their mom Steph watched their sugar consumption like a hawk, but Addie seldom got to visit them these days so she was pretty sure her stepmom would let it pass this once.She and Tommy lived in Humboldt Park, while the James-Silvermans lived in Beverly. After her father died seven years ago, she and Stephanie struggled by themselves for a while, until Steph met Dr. Brian Silverman, an English professor at the University of Illinois, a couple of yea
TRIGGER Warning: violence against womenAdeline couldn't stay long with her family after that. She didn't want to infect them with the ugliness from her past that came back to infect her like black mold once more."Adeline?" Steph grabbed her shoulder before she reached the door. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."Adeline almost jumped, her stepfather's threat still ringing in her ears. She needed to get away from this house as quickly as possible. She was cursed. "It's my mom, Steph. I gotta go back to Detroit. She's really sick."Stephanie's lovely face crumpled with concern. "Oh, angel. I'm sorry to hear that. What about Tommy? Will he let you go?"
Damien flung the quarterly reports across the room and lit up a cigarette. His bodyguard Akiko raised an eyebrow but didn't flinch. She's used to her boss's occasional outbursts of rage. This was actually one of his better days. Usually, it was a paperweight she had to dodge."What the fuck am I looking at, Robbie? Why have our profits taken a fifteen percent dive from last quarter?" He nodded at his other bodyguard Nemiah, who was in the Israeli secret service. She stepped forward and filled his glass with Balvenie thirty-year single malt scotch, his favorite.Robbie had become an accountant who was in charge of keeping track of the investment firm's profits and was also the compliance officer, to make sure that Damien did nothing to violate the SEC. "Damien, I warned you about Eastside Crips teaming up with the Cubano Manos. They're trying to corner the distribution of crack cocaine in all of Detroit.""Well, shit, Robbi
TRIGGER Warning: self harm, casual drug useShe had to act fast. She'd taken this dose before and all it did was knock her out for two days. She did it right after she lost the baby because she didn't want to deal with the pain. Tommy was so much bigger than her, so his metabolism could burn through it quickly.She put on her kitchen gloves, cleaned up everything, and made sure she washed the plates and utensils, especially what Tommy used. She wiped the entire kitchen free of her fingerprints. She wiped down the bathroom surfaces too.She took her dirty uniform as well as the two beer-soaked towels and stuck them in quick wash. Afterward, she pulled out her large stand-up suitcase from under the bed and filled it with jeans, shirts, socks, underwear, and a couple of casual dresses.Then she put on the g
Damien decided it was time to pay a little visit to his stepmother Nadine and Natasha at his old house in Grosse Pointe. He wasn't particularly excited about it. That house brought nothing but bad memories and restless nights. If it wasn't for Natasha living there, he would've burned it down ages ago."Anyone home?" Damien's voice echoed through the house as it was dead silent. He heard the squeak of wheels and turned around to face his stepmother."Damien, you finally came to see us," Nadine said weakly. Whoever thought this woman used to be a seductress back in the day. At the age of forty-five, she had already had a stroke and was now wheelchair bound. All because of a cocaine overdose. She had to use a wheelchair because the left side of her body was paralyzed.Damien hated her at one point but he couldn't stay angry at this vulnerable woman who looked ancient at such a young age. He had done his part to provide nursin
"What the fuck are you talking about, Steve? What do you mean my mama is dead?" Adeline said sharply.Steve stared at her for a minute, then burst out laughing while Adeline looked at him with confusion."I'm just fucking with you," Steve finally said after he was done laughing. "She is in a long-term care facility because I ain't taking care of her."Adeline held her anger back. Now was not the time to let her emotion run out of control. "Stop being an asshole for once and tell me the name of the place," she said."Fuck if I remember. Hey Jimmy, What's that place called? The one Rita is staying at?" he yelled across the room."Sunrise Home or some shit," Jimmy yelled back.
Adelaine woke up to the sound of crying. She opened her eyes then closed them immediately as the bright light stung her pupils. She took a deep breath and opened them again.First thing she saw were girls: four or five of them huddled on the floor, sobbing incessantly. They all looked about her age, maybe younger. All of them are beautiful. Some of them lay there with a dazed look on their face as if they were on drugs."Where are we?" Adeline asked but was greeted with silence and more quiet sobbing.The door suddenly opened and a beautiful, exotic-looking woman with blond hair and really red lipstick came in. She looked aro
"Nik, that idiot!" Damien grabbed the chair in front of him and kicked it to the side. He punched the table, breathing heavily."Dude, calm down," Robbie winced."Don't tell me to calm down," Damien barked. "Mudak..." he murmured under his breath."Why are you so angry?" Robbie asked, then immediately regretted as Damien looked at him like he was about to chop his head off."My arsehole of a brother made a goddamn mess, and now I'm gonna have to clean it up. Fucking whorehouse, are you kidding me?" Damien snarled."They are not whores, more like Geishas, remember?" Robbie joked."Fuck you, asshole," Damien hissed."I'm kidding! What are you gonna do?" Robbie asked, turning serious."We are gonna go meet the Persians and try to straighten things out. Run the business my way," Damien declared.Damien found out who the boss w