Im Not A Puppy

Brianna's POV

Since I was 6 i have always been alone. I ran from my parents after the years of being beaten and thrown aside when my baby brother arrived. I slept in abandoned houses and up in old thick oak trees in parks id felt comfortable enough to rest knowing i can look out in every direction.

My parents never wanted a girl they always told me girls were weak.. I was weak. 15 years on I am a fresh 21 year old living in a beat down caravan park. Caravan park bouncing is all I knew as soon as I got a job that paid enough for me to rent a place I scoped this place out. It was enough for me to stay in and still be able to get the bare minimal food intake.

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*morning*

I get up ready to head to my first job of the day.. the fitness studio, it wasn't much but it paid enough and i still get to keep my exercise routine. I get up and start getting ready when I hear a rustling sound at my door, I grab the first large thing I could find to defend myself in this case it was the cheap bottle of wine everyone in the studio got when the boss knocked up his wife he was the celebratory type. I slowly move towards the door a white line coming through puzzled me i look closer its a letter. I rush to the window looking out for who ever dropped it by as i look out a navy blue corvette pulls away. Strange... why would the snobs from uptown be in this part of town. I turn back to the letter opening it curiosity looming over me, I read slowly trying to take in the information. "I've been trying to track you down for 19 years ever since my sister told me you were still alive" I gasped surely this can't be, someone claiming to be my biological Uncle. My head starts spinning I grab the door to steady myself but fail and fall through the caravan door. That damn doors never been useful always coming unlocked at the most inconvenient times.