This is me trying

Nothing new

~How did I go from growin' up to breaking down?~

Trigger warning: mentions of abuse and eating disorders

I shoot up in my bed, breathing heavily and sweating. I had another nightmare. They have only been getting worse, and I haven't slept properly in a week. 

I have been here for a month, but the group home is not a nice place, it's better than my last placement, but still not good. She makes us work all day, and if we mess up, she will not hesitate to punish us.

Her not caring about us, makes it easier for me to skip meals tho. 

~

Miss Brown has just woken us up to start our chores. I grab a pair of jeans and the first hoodie I can see. 

I turn around and suddenly Amber is standing behind me, "Miss Brown wants to see you in her office." and walks away.

I walk down the stair and knock on the door of the office, "Come in!" okay that is most probably the nicest way she has ever said anything to us. I open the door and walk in, trying to conceal my shaking hands. 

Sitting in the chair at miss Browns desk, is none other than Taylor Swift. That explains why she was talking so nicely. "Miss Swift could you wait outside for a second?" "Ofcourse." she stands up, walking past me while winking at me.

The second the door closes, miss Browns nice facade fades away. She grabs my wrist harshly, for sure leaving a bruise. "Taylor asked to talk to you, but if you tell her anything about what happens here, you will be punished, and I think you know I mean it. Do you understand?" "Understood, miss." a smirk appears on her face. "I am going to get her now."

Taylor quickly walks into the room, after ensuring that miss Brown left. "Are you okay, I haven't heard from you at all?" "Yeah I'm fine, the uhm internet just sucks here." "Are you sure, because your hands are shaking like crazy, and I'm pretty sure I just heard that woman tell you not to tell me anything, because she would punish you. Is she hurting you and the other girls?"

I look down at my hands, how does she just know everything? "Grace? If you tell me what's happening, I can help you." "She- she makes us work all day, and she would hit us if we didn't do our work correctly. And she has taken our phones, so we wouldn't contact anyone about what's happening." I whisper, afraid that miss Brown would hear me.

"Oh honey, the world doesn't go easy on you does it? Can we contact your social worker, to get you away from here." I shake my head "She doesn't care if I'm in a good home, she will only move me if the parents or owners tell her they don't want me anymore."

Taylor thinks for a second "Well I'm not leaving you behind here, I'll call some people right now and get an emergency foster application, so you can stay with me for the time being, how does that sound?"

I look at her in shock "Really? Would you take me in?" "Yes I'll call some people right now."

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Taylor made me stay in the office with her while she was calling, she told me she doesn't want me to be alone with miss Brown.

While she was calling, I just sat there in the chair, still a little bit in shock. 

Does Taylor really want to help me? Or is she just trying to get me to trust her, before she turns around and hurts me. I mean, I'm just a random kid she found outside, she doesn't owe me anything. 

"Grace?" I snap out of my thoughts "You were a little zoned out there. I've got everything, let's go get your stuff." "Okay." 

Miss Brown is waiting outside across the hall, Taylor steps in front of me "Grace is going to be staying with me for a little while, we just need to get her stuff." Miss Brown looks absolutely shocked, and doesn't even say anything, she just nods.

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Taylor walks upstairs with me to get my stuff, while I'm putting all my stuff in my bag, I reach out to grab the last item and my sleeve slides up my arm. I barely noticed until I hear Taylor gasp. "Grace, what happened to your wrist?" "Oh, this, uhm nothing, it's fine." I say while pulling my sleeve down. Taylor grabs my hand "It's obiously not fine, I'm going to report miss Brown, and all these girls will be moved out of her care."  I look down at the floor. 

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you anymore." Taylor says, while pulling me into a hug. I try not to cry, I don't want to cry, not here. "Are you ready to go?" "Yes, I'm ready." Taylor grabs my hand and walks me out the door, to the car. I put my bag in the trunk and get in the car. 

I still can't believe the first person to actually care about me, is Taylor Swift.

Sorry for taking so long, I was a little sick, but here's the new chapter, I hope you enjoy it!