#Chapter456

My brothers are tools

Parker

After everyone left, I checked on Selena to make sure she was okay. She was sitting on the bed, staring out the window. I walked into the room and sat down on the bed.

“I used to look at the sky and wish one day I would have people that cared about me. My parents didn’t, and neither did my foster families. So, I ran and lived on the streets, sifting through garbage cans to eat. Showers were a rarity, and I would go to the local library to get warm. Then I would read,” she said as she looked out the window.

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