Prologue
It wasn't always so bad, my life. Before my parents died I was content. That's not to say I got everything I ever wanted, but I got everything I needed. My biological father was Romanian my mother was Spanish. They were immigrants to the united states like many people are, but my parents had a different story to live than thoughts. They met in a old apartment complex. My father was going to school to become a vet and my mother work at the local country club as a waitress. They met in an elevator and in a few years got married and had my sister and I. We were happy I took care of my sister while my parents were at work. Her favorite game was hide-and-seek and we would play it for hours on end waiting for them to come home. One day when I was eight and my sister, Amber, was seven they didn't come home. The train that they took to and from work had derailed and crashed killing both our parents.
The next day we were taken to the local orphanage, since we had no immediate relatives. Though the conditions were terrible we made the most of it, doing our chores to the best of our ability and helping others so they didn't get a beating from the matron, Ms. Harlem.
The day we were taken to a foster home seemed like a blessing, until we arrived. The Sylvesters were the worst people you could imagine. Maria was a coke addict and her husband, Jacob, an alcoholic. During the day he was a stock broker and made loads of money on the stock market, while Maria stayed in her room. I was left to cook and clean for them, and I did it willingly until the day before I turned 18 and Jacob tried to rape me. That was the day my sister did the bravest thing she had ever done in her life. She hit him over the head with a frying pan and we ran away.