The Tortured Past

Tortured..Broken..Beaten.. All this to just a little girl. I was 8 and fragile when I got adopted from South Miami Heights Orphanage. That was when I still had hope. That was so long ago. It all started when I got adopted by Henry and Sophia. They were mates and they loved each other so much and I wanted to be that love-struck one day with my mate. After the first year with them and their love and kindness to me, Sophia got pregnant. That is when I started to feel rejected by them, but I pushed it away, thinking that I was just paranoid and when the baby comes we both will have equal love from them. When Sophia and her stillbirth baby died. That day, something I never thought I'd see again in the eyes of a man I saw in Henry. I saw disbelief, then there came the pain and finally the anger. The anger of losing the love of his life. And ever since that day, I have never wanted a mate. Not after he turned into a drugged, alcoholic, abusive, r****t. Who made me wish that I died along with Sophia and her baby? Luckily, I got my revenge.