Laura love and her perfect mate

Hey, guys, I just want to let you know before you start reading. This is the 1st book I've ever written. I'm new to writing and all of this, but I am excited!!! So I hope you enjoy it and please point out any errors you see.

P.S A little violence and some said moments in this book. If you get queasy are don't like stories like this, please don't read. Love y'all and enjoy.

Laura P.O.V

I never understood if I was unlucky or if the gods just hated me. I don't remember the very beginning. I would have to say my earliest memory comes from when I was six years old. That's when I realized that my parents weren't like me. They were different, but I couldn't put my finger on why just yet. When I looked at them, I could see the differences, but I didn't understand.

I'm eight this year. As I walk into the house, There they were, my parents. They were yelling and swearing at me for something I did wrong. I thought to myself, "was it because of the differences? Is this why they don't like me?" "Was this what I did wrong?" As the thoughts filled my head, that's when it came...The fist to the face... then the kick to the stomach. It hurt so much I wanted to cry, but I knew if I cried, it would just get worse. I learned right then and there that I have to be tough. I have to push through. Maybe if I fixed myself, if I change these differences, perhaps they'll love me. Even with countless beatings and bruises, I still wanted them to love me to accept me.

The years went by, and I tried so hard. I straightened my hair. I wore the clothes. I spoke the right words, but it never was enough. I realized the big difference that I couldn't change that I could never change was my scan. I know I was adopted. I mean, it wasn't hard, and it didn't take me long because the kids made it abundantly clear at school that my parents want my parents. The first time I asked, I was told that I should be grateful for that; I would be dead without them. Maybe because of that, I tried harder to get them to like, me to love. The bullying at school in the abuse at home always made me feel trapped and alone.

So I always looked forward to when we would go out. Whenever we stepped out of the house, it was like a different world. That's when they liked me; that's when they loved me. Of course, there were always conditions to going out. Whatever happened in the house stayed in the house. I was not allowed to talk to people unless THEY spoke to me. That didn't bother me much because I loved how they treated me when we weren't home. When we were out, I would hear people say all the time.

"oh God-bless y'all." "y'all are such sweet people." "Y'all are doing God's work." "I can see that you love her very much."

I never understood these words until I became a little older. My parents were getting praise for adopting me, for loving me for taking care of me. In other people's eyes, they were saints.

I hated hearing people praise them. It made me so mad because that's not how they treated me. That's not how they feel. It's not how they acted at home. But like with everything else, I just pushed it deep down inside and kept moving forward. My life at home was horrible. Life at school was miserable. What did I ever do to deserve this? At times I would think to myself. "Will this ever get better will I ever be happy?"

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The years went by; I was now 16. School had gotten a little better. I guess because kids matured. I made a couple of friends they somewhat got me. Somewhat understood me well; I think that's just how I felt. Don't get me wrong; they were good people, good friends to have. I was thankful for them. They made my life a little better. They didn't like my dad, which made me happy inside. The abuse got a little better; the punches and kicks came less. My mom would still slap me around, but my dad not so much. I started to think that he was beginning to love me was finally starting to see me as his daughter. Maybe just maybe, things were getting better.

Boy, was I so wrong he didn't start seeing me as a daughter. I guess he started seeing me as a woman. I started feeling his weird gazes, the creepy touching; it was uncomfortable. It was so disgusting, but I kept telling myself I have two more years, and then I'm out of here. Then I will finally be free.

Then one night, it happened. I came home from school; it was a pretty good day. I was just so exhausted because we just took our final exams. Schools were finally almost over. I realized I didn't see or hear my mom. My dad was sitting on the couch like he always was. He was drinking a beer and watching TV. I grabbed something to eat as quietly and quickly as I could, hoping not to disturb him. Hoping he wouldn't notice me. I went up to my room, ate my sandwich, and read one of my books. As I started falling asleep, I began to think. It was a pretty quiet day.

Until he came into my room, I wasn't sure what he needed. He wasn't saying anything; he just kept staring. As he got closer, I realized his attention. I begged I plead. I kicked, I screamed I was finally able to fight him off. As he laid there in pain, I took the bag that I packed long ago. I had hidden it inside the closet just in case I ever wanted to run away, and I'm so glad I did. I had finally had enough. I was out of there; I was gone.

I ran and ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I ran and ran without looking back. Once I was out of breath and share I was safe, I stopped. I found a park bench and sat down on it. I looked up at the sky. I realized that the sun was starting to rise as tears filled my eyes. What am I going to do now I only have about a thousand some odd dollars saved up and this bag of clothes. As I sat there tears falling down my face realty hit me. What's going to happen to me? I have nowhere to go, and I'm only 16. Not sure what to do, I just kept moving. I just kept going. I told myself this would be my new beginning.

So there you go, my 1st chapter; please like and comment and let me know what y'all think