Being in a group home wasn't ideal for anyone, but for the six teenagers, it was the best they could get out of the crappy system. In other's eyes, it was an odd way to form a friend group bonding over being in the same abusive home. But in their ey...
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"Boys your age would kill to touch someone as hot as me," she purs dragging her long nails across my bruised cheek.
I try to get up but it's no use, she weighs 50 pounds more than me and is straddling me.
"I don't want to do this," I sob, she giggles grabbing my wrist and leading my hand towards her bare breast massaging it.
"You're so beautiful, such a shame your face is all ruined," she posts, harshly gripping my wrist when I try to move it away.
"I'm nine," I try to reason but she just laughs again, sliding down and unbuttoning my jeans.
"Perfect," she says, taking off my underwear.
I scream, trying to move away but she ignores me.
I jerk awake, almost hitting my head on the bed above me.
My breathing is heavy and tears well in my eyes.
I look towards the window to see what time it is, but it's cloudy and rainy. All the beds are empty.
The pit is still in my stomach, giving heavier. Nightmares are the worst, they make me want to throw up until all that will come out is my brain.
Everyone's probably in the kitchen, eating whatever meal people do at this time.
I stand up, but all the blood immediately rushes down my body making me lightheaded, I kind of forget about what happened last night but I can feel my throbbing nose.
The door is open, so I walk through it towards the kitchen, silently praying Robby isn't in there.
Thankfully, it's only Alea and Quinn sitting down. Karla by the stove, ranting about something random.
I slide onto the picnic-styled bench next to Quinn, our thighs touch and my heart starts beating fast.
"Where is everyone?" I ask quietly, not wanting Karla to start ranting about how we never listen.
She shrugs, everyone usually comes and goes. I look towards Alea who winces at my face.
I'm about to respond when Karla turns around, placing three TV dinners in front of us.
Alea looks at it with disgust, "Don't give me that look, young lady, it's hard enough taking care of all of you."
I internally roll my eyes, the most she's done to take care of us is unlocking the pantry at noon and buying gross food.
We start to eat, my fork will barely go through the unknown meat. The food from the other night entered my mind, it was so good. I actually felt like I wanted seconds instead of wanting to throw up whatever I was eating.
Karla grabs the stack of bills that's sitting by the sink, she has a broad grin as she opens the first envelope.
It stays there as she opens the next five, only getting more excited. I'm confused until she pulls out six checks, first of the month.
