TW!!: abuse, panic attacks, depression (possible sh)
when Scarlett finds 14 year old Y/N huddles by a tree outside her house she has no choice but to take her in
(Scarlett doesn't have a kid or husband in this)
(there might be mention of regression...
"No I just, that's 5am you really don't have to...Here's an idea. Go to sleep and if you like you can leave when you wake up, naturally wake up."
"Umm" I thought about it, on the one hand I don't really want to disagree with her. She's one of my favorite people and seems super sweet as well as- well I don't trust her much. Disagreements with adults are something I try to avoid.
"Alright. Thank you"
"Great, you wanna get your stuff and follow me?"
"Umm okay" the confusion must have been very apparent in my words.
"To the guest room I mean"
"Oh right" I grabbed my suitcase and newly signed books and walked with her into the guest room.
Pick a room
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"Sorry I know it's kind of bland" she says while I am trying to figure out if she's serious
"This is my room?"
She nods
"It's beautiful"
"Thanks kid, get yourself settled and turn off any alarms alright?"
"Okay!" I would stay here forever.
She leaves and I set down my things, and get out the set of pjs I have and get changed.
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Ive had them awhile so they are pretty tattered but still comfortable. I get into bed and close your eyes....
"What are you doing!"
"I was going to go to school"
"the dishes haven't been done, there are clothes that haven't been washed and I haven't had breakfast, you know the rules in this house young lady" said my foster mother
"Not a lady." I say through gritted teeth
"What?! Not this ridiculous thing again. GET OVER IT"
"But-"
"I don't want to hear it. Room now."
I run to my room and almost start to cry. Until I see the other kids 'shit I hope they didn't hear that' they did. One of the kids comes closer and I back against the wall.
"F*ggot" and then he picks me up by the neck and slams be back down into the wall and I scream. Loud.
