Stella was shipped off to a boarding school for troubled kids after her foster parents died. For the next seven years, that is where she's been, but she's back, and things are not the same as they were before.
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Before my foster parents died, on Scott and my birthday, they adopted us. It almost felt unreal that we were wanted by somebody. At the time I didn't really take the news well; honestly, I ran up to my room kicking and screaming. It was only because some kids in our last group home said something about how once you're adopted, they can do whatever they want with you.
So when I woke up in bed the next day, I was almost horrified, thinking that had to be a dream, but it was too vivid. I still remembered the way he touched me and the way my body responded to him. And as I rolled to the side of my bed, I felt an ache in between my legs.
I grabbed my phone off my bedside table, seeing it light up as soon as the camera on my phone saw my face. It was 8:30 am I knew that Dimitri wouldn't be here. The moment I thought about him, I scrunched up into a ball on my bed and covered my face. I can not believe that I let my adoptive brother finger me.
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I was in the kitchen, making myself some cereal in peace, but I was interrupted and surprised to hear Dimitri enter the kitchen. I could feel his eyes all over me, and it just takes me back to last night and what we did.
I got the cereal off the second shelf, feeling him just stand back and stare as he drank his glass of water. I walked back over to the counter putting the cereal in the bowl. Dimitri began to walk over to me. He then cought me off guard when he took me by the chin and made me look up at him. I grimaced, then pushed his filthy hand away from me. He looked at me and chuckled, patronizing me. I was about to leave the kitchen, thinking that eating is not worth to being harassed by him. Just as I was about to leave the kitchen, he cornered me.
"What do you want?" I said through clenched teeth.
"Nothing; honestly, I just want to see you squirm." I knew he wanted payback for how much I made his life a living hell 7 years ago. I just didn't think he would do it this way.
"You know what I did were innocent little pranks? but what you're doing right now, that's assault."
"Yeah, but you never told me to stop." I felt my cheeks heat up; he was right, I didn't tell him to stop, mainly because I didn't want him to.
"Fuck you." I said, pushing him out of the way and out of the corner he backed me into.
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I just couldn't be in that house any longer, and coincidentally, Oliver called me over to help him move into his new apartment. After showing the bus driver my ticket on my phone, I took a seat on the bus. I kept seeing Dimitri's face every time I closed my eyes. When we were inches apart in the kitchen, I unknowingly scanned his face.
I remembered seeing that the gash in his eyebrow wasn't still there. Years ago, I took something out of Dimitri's room. He saw me take it and ran after me. We ran around the whole house, then he stumbled and fell. There wasn't as much blood as I thought there would be, but none the less, it left a bad scar—a slash on his eyebrow.
