Well you all must be wondering how this all became of it, I mean only 2 out of 10 kids are abused out of families, right?
Well, consider me unlucky I suppose.
I am Amber McClain. Such a simple name, but not a simply life. My mom died of Cancer when I was around 13, but my Dad ditched me once she died. Left me alone in the house one day thinking I would be fine, some Dad, I know. I guess my family member's assumed I was safe and sound, I don't think they know I am even at a Foster home right now. Its been three whole years I have been in this hell house, and nobody bothers meeting my eye contact.
Of course people come to meet me, but never ever stay for the radius of about 10 minutes. I don't even know why they don't want me in there lives, or cant see me in there minds for a future daughter. I guess I am not the materiel, until March 23rd. I remembered the date, of when I met the family I thought was mine, and well perfect. They were sweet, and made me smile. I can still see how it all played out.
"Hello! I am Celia, and this is my Husband Kevin." She smiled, all giggly and played with her blond curls.
The man showed his bright teeth. "As she said before, I am Kevin." And looked at the women again, Celia. "We want to adopt you Missy!" He looked all confident and grand like he was a million bucks. I laughed his grin mixed with her huge smile looked so fake. They began to ask me questions, like how old am I, why I am here, blah blah. I was being friendly and such, but even then unsure of them in my presence. "Well." The women in black said. "You can adopted her if you just sign some health forms." They left the room with a wave and I didn't even bother waving back. They were too giggly. I was all, well. If you look down at me you see black boots and a long black pants, just black, on black on black. From then my last name was changed to "Smith." So original.
Within the first week it began to be from great to okay. Kevin was always coming home late acting like he was drunk and hitting Celia, I was afraid she would leave from all the stress and leave me here too but she stayed strong. Sometimes she hit him back, but it would just make it all worse. Now and then I wished they would be all giggly like they were before, by the second week I knew they were just acting. The family that put there signatures on my paper work were indeed, and I hate to say it, abusers.
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"Whats for dinner." I mumble while playing with a fork that was left on the table.
Celia snatched the fork away and growled. "Stop asking and wait and see."
I sighed. "You say that but you never make anything, its nine O' clock."
She slammed the fork into the sink. "Oh be quite, we are waiting for your Father! Be grateful you have one for gods sake."
Now it was my turn to growl. "Don't call him those filthy words. He is not my Father, and you certainly are not my Mother."
"Even so, be quite."
"He just comes home all moody, he is always drunk." I giggle a little, it was so true.
"Don't laugh! Your father, er." She pauses and sighs, annoyed. "Kevin, just has been having bad days, we all have them. Can't you respect them?"
"No." I look at her, but she is not looking me, shes looking outside. "Celia he has been having bad days for as long as I have been here basically, so oh 9 months? And for the last 8 about he has been basically hurting you, abusing you."
She glares at me, so I look away but still feel her eyes burn threw me. "Oh shush up. Like honestly you don't even seem to care, you look all worried then scram to your room. He just has issues okay? We all do."
I mumble "Not like that, ha." but I am pretty sure it was so low she couldn't hear my last words, but I hear a car door slam in our driveway and I knew exactly who it was, a queasy feeling rushed through my stomach and made me have a lump in my throat, the start of the air getting hotter and mood changing.
My eyes widened at the door, Celia's and my eyes locked onto the area where it all begins. The door slams open, I swear it must have left a mark upon the wall. Celia acts all happy and try to take his coat with a smile but like every time, he shoves her away. I think she secretly thinks one day he won't be drunk, won't be abusive, won't be rude, just will be him again, I guess once he was normal. Which for me is very hard to believe.
She walks away slowly and softly, whispers almost. "What do you want for supper."
He grumbles something, but none of us can hear him.
"W-what did you say?" She whispers, voice trembling and all.
"I said make me dinner now! Make burgers or something, right now. Want to test me?" He screams at the top of his lungs, I wonder if the neighbors can ever hear these fights.
She scrambles to the fridge and takes out everything he need. But oh my, he looks at me with sharp eyes, I look away slowly. I hear his teeth grind. "Why did you look away, Missy? Is there something on my damn face?"
"N-No. sir." I say looking away still.
He runs to me and holds my jaw making me look him in the eye, shaking my head a little. I feel a hot tear run down my cheek, going around the curves on my face trying to get off me. "Look at me." He lets go and watches me while he exits the room. When he finally walks away I hug myself and squeeze my eyes, wishing I was anywhere but here.
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