Authors note: HEY ALL!!! Here's my new story I'm starting to write, those of you who like my pacifier story are SURE to love this! Don't worry yourselves, I'll continue writing 'When all is Lost'

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Yours, Mine and OURS' nor do I own any of the characters! I really wish it were possible though! Haha

I do own my OC's so don't steal them!

I dedicate this WHOLE story to my best friends and my beta reader BitterBeginnings who is also my beta reader for 'When all is lost'!

BB thanks a ton! Love you forever!!!

Enjoy!

Prologue

Audrey's P.O.V.

All my life I've been told I'm no good, that I'm nothing, I WAS WORTHLESS. Finally I accepted it, I let it take over me…

I don't remember my life from the ages 0-8, and that's when it happened, I was in a car accident with my mother, father and two older brother, at least that's what they told me.

They died instantly leaved me alone and scarred as the sole survivor of the victims of a drunk driving accident. I can remember reading newspaper articles about it, I've seen their faces the face of my so-called 'family' but they're mere strangers to my eyes, I've never had a family. I've tried to remember, tried to remember any slight detail…but it's all gone.

By the time I was 9 I had recovered fully from the accident, but there will always be scars remaining littering my body as memories.

I was adopted shortly after that, I moved from family to family sometimes for my behavior and the other times for theirs.

The worst was the last family, they stuck me a minimum amount of times but the verbal abuse was the worst! I was a rag to them, they told me I was nothing and they sure as hell made me fell it. Anything bad, anything at all to make your skin crawl that was it, that was said to me, the most cruel, the most vulgar, the worst!

But it toughened my skin and made me immune to the realities and torments of life.

At school I was known as the ragging party animals, known for my rowdy one night stands, I was known for my notorious fights over nothing and me beating them black and blue. I was the bad ass at school and I loved it.

Being in control of my life knowing unlike at home I was the one in charge, I was the one to be feared.

Though rumor had it I dealt drugs I knew they were untrue, sure I smoked a joint or two. I was screwed up enough as it was. I want dumb just bad.

I blame those foster parent, I was at my utmost worst, I knew all the things were wrong, I did them to get out of there to some place different away from the torment. I ended up loving the sheer power of control and dominance but when they said I was leaving. The relief I felt was…was the best moment in my life.

NO more lies, no more pretending…

And now here I am talking to an old couple looking to adopt me.

They were the first family who appeared to care about me, I accepted immediately. I moved in with them in New London, Connecticut.

I was away from the old place where the unspeakable happened, the most atrocious things happened. What I did to try and get out but only ended up drawing me further in.

I had amazing adoptive parents but still the thick skin, my barrier was up the whole time no nooks or crannies. It was solid and secure and for the first time in my life I felt safe, I felt no one could hurt me; no one could get to me.

No one would hurt me again.

I was alone in the world, in my house yet I felt secure.

With no friends, no real connection with anyone I couldn't help but enjoy the blissful peace. The thought of no one was close enough to me to cause harm or heartbreak.

I'm no better then a corpse uncaring for the trouble around me.

At least until I met him…