troubled little ones by shukri hussein (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📖

father drove us here and took off first thing in the morning without informing us"I was surprised at how he said that without hesitating once."Oh my god what kind of parents are they! George, open the car and help these poor children in at once!" chapter 7

The car ride was comfortable and quite relaxing, my brothers and i were crammed at the back (not actually crammed but there was enough space for all three of us). Suddenly, one of the siblings sitting in front of us finally let her eyes look somewhere else other than a screen for relentless hours.She looked behind and looked at me first,"hi" she started, "hi" i responded, trying not to look her directly in the eyes in fear of being insulted for not only being a run a way, but for the cuts and bruises scattered across my white skin, and dirty clothes that stink like a sewage pipe. I was so embarrased, not only for my self, but for the boys. "what were you guys doing out there all alone?" I was surprised she noticed "You actually noticed us while your eyes were pierced into that screen?"I said, pointing at her nintendo 3 ds. She burst out laughing and i soon joined her as her laugh was highly contagious.Once we were done laughing our guts out,  "its called multi tasking" she said, forcing the intelligent appearance. " its a long story, i will have to tell you when i have time im afraid" i continued from her previous question. I could already see things were hitting off with the boys, Dave, Olly and the girls brother were cracking up as my brothers leaned forward to check out the boys games, they stared in absolute amusement. I cleverly decided to ignore their creepy behaviour and turned back around to talk to my new friend. "my name is Valerie" she gleefully announced. " and yours?". 

"im Louise, and they are my brothers Oliver and Dave." I later found out that the girl was my age and we had alot in common. When we reached their home, i was overdosed with astonishment. The childrens mother came up to me Dave and Olly and said "do you mind if we talk to you dear" she was looking at me but i got the hint she wanted all three of us. "yeah". The mother was a tall white woman with golden brown hair and light blue eyes, the beautiful dimples on her face complimented her loving and caring appearance.As for her husband, he was a bit taller than her and had black hair and big dark brown eyes. He had  a thin beard and big light pink lips, he looked abit like a pedo to me, but i soon realised he was a well behaved man and a good father. "Ok honey do not panic at all what so ever" She said to me, reason? i guess it was because i was the oldest. she continued"we will give you fresh, clean clothes, let you have a shower and clean yourselves and will feed you before making arrangements for someone to look after our kids and taking off to the police station, is that alright with you?" I was absolutely flabberghasted at how she said all of this so cassually but i didnt want to cause trouble so with that, i agreed.Hey, atleast we were going to be fed.After a few hours of laughter and entertainment with our new friends, Valerie and Micheal, Gloria their mum came into the room and called me and my brothers to come with her. I gladfully agreed and told Olly Dave to follow me. She led us into this giant siiting room with huge oak furniture , the caramell coloured floor was polished to perfection, i was overcome with amusement and fascination.Gloria walking across the room towards the cupboard, Clickety clock clickety went her high heels. She leaned down the giant cupboard, rumgaging through what i assumed to be clothes for my brothers and I. She whipped out 3 sets of clothes and handed out the appropriated ones to each of us according to size, i guess she gave Dave one of the clothes that Micheal had grown out of because they were pretty small. To the boys, she handed them both long sleaved tops, jeans and a fresh pair of  socks. I got the same, but girlier. "you kids stay here and change we will come back once you are ready.

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Publication Date: 05-23-2015

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Dedication:
To everyone who has suffered from child abuse.