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My abusive parents finally died, and I thought my nightmare was over when I was sent to live with unknown seven brothers. But I was wrong. They looked at me like I was tr//ash. So in the next days I learned to be invisible. I packed my bags, ready to disappear from their lives forever. But before I could turn the knob, my brother suddenly spoke up, his voice trembling. "Won't you stay? Just for me?" Chapter 1 Aurora's POV The belt hits my back again. I bite back my tears as they threaten to spill. I don't cry. Not anymore. I've learned that crying makes it worse. So I bite the inside of my cheek, focus on the cracks in the kitchen floor, and wait for it to be over. "You worthless little br//@t," M0m spits. "Always late. Always slow. Is it that hard to put some f-///cking breakfast on the table!" "We come down expecting breakfast to be ready," says her boyfriend. I can't remember which one. Finally when they think they've done enough, they leave, tripping over themselves. I sigh. I pull my hoodie over my head. It's old, frayed, two sizes too big. But it hides the bruises. And that's all I care about. By the time I step outside, the sun is already up. It's warm, but I still shiver. Not from the cold. From everything else. School is just as much of a h311 as home is. If you can call that prison a home. The moment I step into the hallway, I hear her voice. "Well, well. Look who decided to show her face." Tiffany. Pretty. Perfect. Cruel. Her glossy lips curve into a smirk as she eyes me from head to toe. I lower my head. Keep walking. Just keep walking. Behind her are her minions—Mia, Bree, and Summer. Pure plastic. "You still wearing that garbage hoodie?" Bree sneers. "Do you even own real clothes?" "Do you even shower?" Mia adds. My books are knocked from my hands. Again. Papers scatter as my h3art sinks. I drop to my knees, gathering everything as fast as I can. Please don't touch the drawing. Please don't— Tiffany picks it up before I can reach it. "What th3 h31
