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Emilia Spencer has had a crappy life.
She never knew her parents. She was dropped off at an Orphange when she was a few weeks old. They didn't leave a note or anything. She wasn't even put in a blanket, just a cardboard box.
The orphanage was horrible. The adults were negligent and abusive. Beating kids whenever they've had a bad day or when they were bored. Some kids died from starvation because there was never enough food.
She was so happy when she got adopted when she was 9. Agatha and Frank Spencer were a couple in their early thirties. They were considered high class. They had told her they couldn't have children so they wanted to adopt. She thought it was weird they came to this orphanage but she didn't want to push, they were her saviors after all.
Everything was going good. They gave her lots of attention and cared for her as if she were their own. They bought her anything she wanted.
She should have known it was too good to be true.
When she was 11, she passed out and they couldn't wake her up.
The Spencer's rushed her to the hospital where it was discovered that she had some sort of illness. The doctors said it hasn't been seen before. As time progressed she started passing out at random times, vomiting any food she ate, and coughing up blood.
Her body became very fragile, a small fall that would normally scrape a knee could cause her to go to the emergency room. There were days where she couldn't even get out of bed or walk without stumbling.
The Spencer's couldn't always be around so the servants took care of her. She didn't mind, she knew they were busy and she adored the servants. Besides, she knows they love her. That's what she told herself anyway.
She stopped believing that when she was 13. Her parents were at work in an important business meeting. She passed out but didn't wake up. The servants were extremely concerned and brought her to the hospital. Her parents had to leave the meeting to go see her and they were furious.
They yelled at her for interrupting something this big for their career. When she tried to explain she didn't have any control of the situation, they berated her. Called her useless. Said she would never amount to anything and she be dead by the time she was 20.
Even though they were being cruel, it didn't hurt. She had to endure this and much more at the orphanage. She was use to it. It didn't hurt until they told her that they only adopted her to make themselves look good. She was a charity case. She didn't mean anything to them.
All her happy memories of them showering her with gifts and cooking for her were nothing but tools to get her to trust them.
They yelled at her for another half hour before telling her that they were kicking her out. They were tired of her. Tired of her being a nuisance. Tired of wasting money on her. They wanted her gone.
She didn't cry. She didn't even blink. Why was she so stupid? She ignored all the signs and all the fake smiles. She wanted to be loved. She wanted someone to think that she was worth it.
She should have known. Who would want a worthless orphan? She isn't good at anything. She'll never be good at anything. She was just taking up space.
From that moment on, she lived on the streets. Stealing anything she could get her hands on. Anything she didn't use, she sold to someone. If she couldn't sell anything she stole then she would sell her body. She had no other options.
Despite all of this, she kept getting back up. She didn't let it break her. She was going to overcome her sickness. She was going to survive. She was going to finally live her life and be happy.
Or she was going to.
When she was 15, she met she met Aiden. Like her, Aiden was an orphan.
He was stealing from an old guy and bumped into her. Unfortunately, the old guy was running after him and caught up to him. When the old guy roughly grabbed Aiden's arm, yelling about how he was going to kill him, she kicked him in the balls.
While the old guy was distracted, she took Aiden's hand and ran down the street. She didn't stop until she was sure that they were really far away. Aiden thanked her and convinced her to stay with him for a few days.
A few days became a few weeks, a few weeks became a few months and months turned into years. Her and Aiden started dating when they were 19. Eventually they got their life around. They had a beautiful house and a job they enjoyed doing. She loved him and he loved her. At least, he did until they were 25.
Emilia started up at Aiden as she started to cough up blood. She was laying on the living room floor, a knife in her stomach. She had gotten home for work, Aiden was in the kitchen. Everything was fine. Suddenly, Aiden came over and stabbed her. It happened too quick for her to react or defend herself.
"Why?" She asked or tried to. She was coughing up too much blood. Aiden gave her a smile and took something out of his pocket. It was the pregnancy test she had hidden in the bathroom. It was positive.
"You've been disappearing a lot more lately. Always on your phone. You don't spend that much time with me anymore. It really wasn't that hard to figure out. You've been cheating. And now your pregnant with your lovers baby. I never did manage to figure out who it was. I suspected Liam, you're always so nice to him."
Emilia felt her eyes sting but she forced herself not to cry. He didn't get to see her cry. She loved him and he betrayed her. Instead of asking her and trusting her, he decided to fucking stab her.
She was making plans to go on a vacation and propose to him. She was meeting up with some of their friends, asking for their opinions and how she should do it. She was calling the jewelers. She had wanted the ring to be perfect for him.
They slept together on her birthday, it wasn't that long ago. She wanted to tell him but he's been so busy with work, she wanted to wait until things were calm.
She was so excited to be a mother and he took that from her. There was no way the baby survived. She glared at Aiden. She wishes she could see his reaction when he finds out the truth. She chuckles at the thought of him having a breakdown. Maybe if she's lucky, he'll kill himself and join her in hell.
When black spots start appearing, she closes her eyes. Time to go say hi to Satan, she thinks before everything goes black.