My name is Hannah Ryan. I'm 13 years old. My dads a drunk with five other kids. I have an older brother Mat then there is Rachel, Abby, Me, Jake, and my little sister Morgan. I never knew much about my family. Only that my mom is out of the picture and sadly my dads in it. Hes not even my real dad. Just another foster dad who decided to adopt me when I was 10 so he can pound on me and not his real kids. I never really gave much thought to if I had any other biological family members or who my real dad was. Starting from when I was 6 my mom was all ready out of the picture and that's when the foster homes began. I've been in 10 foster homes since then. Not counting the few I had to be removed from due to abuse. At 10 after he adopted me that's when I started prostitution, drugs, and alcohol. I know my siblings want to help. Its that they cant. I've been stuck in this life I was forced to live and I'm tired of it. So I've decided its time to start looking for my real dad. Maybe he loves me and will take me back. It's time to start looking for Harry Morgan.

From what I know I look like him. I have dark brunet hair and deep brown eyes. I look nothing like my mom so I have to look like him right? It's easy to find someone in Miami when you have the right resources. All I have to do is use Mats computer. Hes 22 and apart of the Metro Police Homicide Division. The only Morgans he knows is Dexter Morgan who works for blood spatter and Debra Morgan who's a detective on his league. That's all I got out of him but there is 1 in 50 chance I can be related at all to them. But ill find out when I use Mats computer when hes at work to look up myself. But for now ill have to use Abby's computer if shes willing to give it up.

I slowly came in to Abby's room and whispered so Kyle ( My adoptive father) wouldn't hear me, " Give me your laptop", I said.

"Use your own dip shit".

She loves to do this to me because she knows Kyle wont give me a laptop because of this reason. He doesn't want me to get away.

"You know I don't have one fuck wad", I said still trying to keep my voice down even though I was really starting to get pissed.

" Yah I know, just thought I try to piss you off", she said while handing me her laptop.

We're usually pretty close as far as sisters go. She's 16 and ill be 14 in 4 months.

"Thanks you piece of shit", I said with a half smile.

I had to work on this from her room because Kyle was always coming into mine looking for drugs or money. I'm the only one that has to do the stuff he makes me do. I guess because it's weird to put your real kids in thongs and lace bras and make them stand at corners and fuck strange men. But with me, it's a source of income. In ten minutes I had all of Harry's information on the computer. Did I really want to know about him? I had to. Hes the only way I could get out of here. I opened the first article to pop up. It read " Death of heart attack in 2012". Everything around me stopped. Could it be true? The one chance I had at a normal life was dead? I could feel Abby's blue eyes starring at me the whole time. She knows what I'm doing but she wont ask. The less she knows the less she'll get her phone taken away the less ill get beat. I kept reading to learn more. It talked about his work for the Metro Police Department. The same division Mat works in. The prick knew but couldn't say anything to save me from Kyle. Finally. It came to an article about his family.

Spouse- Doris Morgan ( deceased )

Children-

Debra Morgan and adoptive son Dexter Morgan

This whole time I lived in Miami with my biological older sister and older brother. They went to work with my brother I never ONCE got to meet them! I could have been set free awhile ago. I have to meet them. They have to know who I am. It's time I meet my family. My real family.