Yay! My very first fanfic! I hope y'all enjoy, I'll try to upload as soon as possible, I hate cliffhangers like everyone else so I KNOW! Reviews will be rewarded with cyber cookies! ^-^
DISCLAIMER~ I ONLY OWN A BROKEN DOWN LLAMA! THE EDS RESPECTIVELY DO NOT BELONG TO ME! YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED!
Prelude
My life is a continual spiral of hellish glee that never seems to want to slow down or desert me. I believe that I am safe from the afterlife, for hell could bring no other forms of torture that I do not currently endure.
As all stories must go, mine begins with my mentally deficient sister. This child is the poster child to stupidity and no back bone. I personally witnessed her decline of a fairly normal girl who was a bit of follower to a woman who couldn't even begin to think her own opinion. The woman thinks of only her current crappy abusive boyfriend and could care less about anyone else who actually cares about her.
She had a baby recently (of course we have no idea who the father is) and as I knew would happen, she worried more about her boy toy than her own child. She basically abandoned her baby boy to live with some trailer trash and currently my mother and father are battling with the court to gain full custody of Dylan, my nephew.
I'm walking into a new room into a new house in a neighborhood with new people in a new city for a new life.
After quitting the family business and moving away with a new drug addict asshole of a boyfriend and ditching her own son with us, we later on got news that she wants her son back. Well of course we're not going to allow that. The Child Protection Agency had us relocate just for extra measures. They believed that Brandi would go to any length to get back my innocent nephew.
That's where our story begins.