Orelia Foster never thought that she would escape.
She never thought that one day, someone would come and take her away from the man who's had her most of her life.
Who only cares about the money he can make off of her.
That's how most foster par...
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✦ 𝑅 𝑂 𝐺 𝑈 𝐸 ✦ 7 years ago (Fourth Of July - Sufjan Stevens)
"There's something I have to show you." I said, watching as Orelia stares around my room in amazement.
As soon as my social worker had dropped me off here (my own personal hell) I had locked myself in my room. Mostly to get away from Leon. Partly because I just liked being alone.
Gradually, I started to hang stuff up. Pictures I drew and ripped out of my sketchbook. Random sticky notes with quotes I liked. Maybe a book here and there but I didn't read much surprisingly.
You'd think I'd love reading. Me being antisocial and liking to stay in my whole head and all that good stuff.
Now, Orelia walks around the small space, fingertips gently brushing over some of my drawings as I lay on my bed, resting against the headboard.
"Huh?" She was obviously not paying any attention to what I'm saying.
I don't respond. Not yet. I just watch her as she continues to look around. She doesn't pry with anything. Doesn't touch anything unless it's my drawings.
"You're really talented, Rogue." She muttered, walking over to me.
"Thanks." I said, my eyebrows furrowed. Never gotten a compliment before. Makes sense my first one would be from her.
She stands next to my bed, looking down at me. She bites her lip as she patiently waits, rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet.
I move a bit and pat the spot next to me. "Sit."
She immediately smiles and flops down beside me. "I was waiting for you to be a gentlemen."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
She raised her arm and gently trails her fingers over it.
"I'm gonna get a lot of tattoos when I'm older. Maybe even on my face." I said, staring at her arm.
She looked at me with wide eyes. "No. Don't do that."
"Why?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows, genuinely confused.
She reached down and grabbed my hand which once laid beside her. I held my breath. She trailed her fingers over my skin.
