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hello you!! here are some of my lovely mutuals (which automatically makes me think of them as friends!!!!!)

Elena had been a child, a child that had been raised only knowing horror and abuse. The verbal, emotional abuse her mother had put her through was terrible, but Elena had one shining anchor through it all: her big brother, Andrew. He was the one to salvage her spirits, raise her up when she felt hopeless. He had always understood her, protected her against all odds. Elena was only nine years old when her protector was being shipped off abroad, leaving her alone with her mother and evil sisters. 

The red haired little angel that was Elena ran into her brother’s room, clinging onto him. “N-No, no, Drew! You can’t go! Don’t go! Don’t!” She had cried into his chest, meanwhile her terrible sisters trailed behind, taunting Elena. 

“As if Drew wants to be bothered with you, you little monster. Right, Em?” Katherine said, the dominant sister between the two girls. Emily just laughed, nodding and flicked at Elena’s hair, all the while Elena clung onto her brother. “Don’t leave me, please.” She had whispered, before high heels clacked against the hardwood floors. Of course that meant the devil in Chanel was around the cornor. Daphne James was just that: a nightmare dressed like a queen. 

“Andrew, are you all packed, my love? The car is---Oh, God. Elena, get off your brother this insistence. Now.” The cruel woman had said, pulling the red haired angel off of her brother, roughly. “He doesn’t need your clinging, little girl. He’s going to better himself, rid himself of you and your naughty little ways. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Her voice turned warm when she looked at her oldest son, all the while keeping Elena at arm’s length, in disgust. 

Elena cried, shaking her head as she turned to her mother. “Mommy, please. Don’t make him go! I love him, he’s my best friend! Please!” She begged her mother, who ignored her, only sauntered over to pack her son’s things, the finishing touches. Elena ran back into her older brother’s arms, sobbing. “Don’t leave me here with her.”