Three Years After They Abandoned Me Novels & Stories

Three Years Ago I'm fifteen and have been living in an orphanage for three years, ever since Tim Frost helped me get back on my feet. He forced me to stand up, and we haven't seen each other since. He's invisibly present in my life always, and I know he's there, but I don't need him. I wish I could see him occasionally, but he's apparently decided to disappear forever. One day, I overhear Stevenson arguing on the phone by complete accident, and I immediately realize she's talking about me.

Torturing myself under the water for about an hour, I stood up from the floor and dried myself up before stepping outside of the bathroom. “Get dressed, fast. We’re leaving this pathetic pack,” my mom uttered as she saw me stepping out holding my packed bag in her hand. Nodding my head in approval, I got dressed and descended the stairs. I came to this pack when my family abandoned me and I was leaving this pack when my mate abandoned me. Perhaps abandonment was my destiny. “We should fight for what belongs to us, we would be a coward if we leave like this,” the voice in my head made me question my decision.

My thoughts were getting more intense as time went on. Eventually, I found a quiet place to sit and think, a spot which hid me well. My life was terrible, and the future bleak. I had no idea where the twins where and if I could ever get them back. I knew I had to work for three years to gain my freedom. Three years were so many to live such a miserable existence. I began to think of giving it up? Life was always going to suck, what was the point of living.

### Aurora's POV ## The rhythmic thud of my sneakers hitting the pavement was the only sound I focused on. Ninety days. It had been exactly three months since Donald threw me out into the cold night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heart. A lot had changed since then.

Since I'd already decided not to chase after Zac anymore, I returned to my apartment. I started packing up and prepared to move back in with my parents. Three years ago, just because of an offhand comment Zac made, I had moved out and started living alone. I had lived by myself for three years, and once they were up, I managed to track Zac down and ask if he still meant what he had said before. "Zac, I've lived independently for three years, just like you asked. I've proven I can take care of myself and take care of you too. Do you still mean what you said three years ago?"

"Alright, alright. I'll come to you." Once his footsteps faded, I opened my eyes. Grabbed my phone. Booked a one-way ticket. Somewhere far. Three years of tests, lies, and fake love—I was done. "Jacob, I never want to see you again."

I needed to escape the memories, the pain, the total and utter betrayal. The bar's lights flickered, and the music was pounding. It was loud, but it kinda matched the ache in my chest. Zayn, the cheating, lying… ugh. Three years. Three years of promises, late-night talks, and building a future that just got blown up. After three years of stupid excuses and lipstick stains, I was finally, officially, DONE.

Jali says quietly, and I slowly swallow. "So I was sent because I was dying," I ask, and Jali nods. "Yes. A few more seconds and you would have been lost. May I...who hurt you," Jali asks, and I freeze as my father's face flashes in my mind. My hands freeze on my bowl, and my stomach instantly feels sick. Pain, bruises, and bloody moments fill my thoughts. My body begins to tremble, and Jali grabs my hand. "I'm sorry. Push that from your mind. You will never have to suffer abuse again. You are safe here, and once you get a mate...not a living soul in the Galaxy will touch you. You are safe," Jali says, and my eyes snap to her concerned face.

"Oh my God that's so bad, I feel so stupid for thinking you guys abandoned me for other reasons," "I can never abandon my child, I tried looking for you everywhere but no one seemed to have seen you, no one, after staying there for over two years without a lead, I decided to move to Clovers with your older siblings where we started life without you and your mother, it was hard on us but we pulled through, I always prayed where ever you are that you are okay, and I am glad my prayers were answered. He said wiping away tears that had gathered in his eyes, she stood up and went over to him and hugged it close.

They looked so much like Trevor, especially Craig. The last few years were a roller coaster. I went through hell, especially the first three years away from home. I had to stay in an Internally Displaced Persons Camp, where I could get a shelter over my head, through pregnancy. I went out of town because I didn’t want to be reminded of all the bad people in my life at all. I went into doing household chores for people to get money to feed my unquenchable appetite.