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Mya's POV

"DING DONGG!!"the doorbell rang. Who can that be? Please don't tell me it's his friends again. Haven't they gotten enough of me? I quickly looked out the window in my room and saw people unloading boxes and furniture into the house next to mine. New neighbours? I do need some people around. 'I can't live alone with him anymore. It's been too long. I've been tortured for too long' those words were the words I cried to sleep with every night. They have never failed to make me tear up. I could feel a tear roll down my cheek.

"No, you have to be strong, Mya" those were Mum's words to me. I wiped away my tears and began putting on concealer. I can't risk the neighbours seeing bruises on my face.

I ran down the stairs as quietly as I could. I checked the kitchen if he was there but I only found bottles of beer. They were all lying on the floor. The fridge's door was ajar and everywhere was a mess. I guess I'll have to clean this up quickly after this. I tiptoed toward the fridge carefully, hoping I don't step on any shattered glass from the broken beer bottles. I shut the fridge door and tiptoed back.

Knock, knock, knock.

The person was still at the door. I heard my abusive, torturous, and lazy stepbrother groan. He was on the sofa, lying down. He had clearly passed out last night.

I grabbed my sweatshirt I had left on the table to cover up my bruises and ran back to the door quietly. I opened the door and to my surprise, there wasn't an elderly couple standing before me. There was a guy and a girl. They looked similar, but not alike. The girl was really pretty and cute. She had long, silky, wavy brown hair. Her outfit was simple. She was wearing a printed white t-shirt tucked into dark blue jeans. She could be a year younger than me or so.

The guy looked my age or a year older than me. Maybe even two years older. He wore a black t-shirt and a cap with black jeans. All black? In this sweltering heat? Okay...

"Hey! We're your new neighbours! I'm Yasmin and this is my stupid brother, Aidan. We come from New York," the beautiful teenage girl chirped. I beamed at her. She looked so happy and cheerful.

Then my gaze lifted and I looked at the tall guy named Aidan. He could be at least 6'2 feet tall.

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