𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼𝘀~𝗔𝗱𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱𑁍

A/N~This was requested by zenthegreatest, I hope you and everyone else likes it. Y/N is 6 years old.

TW~Abusive families, swearing, injury, bruises and touch aversion.

Y/N'S POV

I was getting adopted today by another family yet again. I hated this.

Every time I was to go to a new family, they would assure me that 'I would be loved an taken care of'. Well that was a lie.

I was only 6 years old, and apparently my mum and dad went away somewhere and then never came back for me. I think they went missing at it was over the news, but who knows?

I just got put back in the foster care system, due to the fact that my last family - if you can even call them that - treated me like nothing.

Flashback (4 years old)

"Hey girl! Where's my fucking beer." My 'dad' screamed as I cleaned the floor, where there was shattered glass. He was mad that they even took me in, so he threw a beer bottle at me. I've still got shards of glass in my arms and blood dripping down them, but he didn't care.

"S-Sorry." I said, getting a new bottle and giving it to him. Before I could leave, he grabbed my arm tight, and dragged me through the glass, then chucking me into my 'room'.

I screamed and cried in pain, begging to be let out, but he was probably blacked out again. My 'room' was basic. A mattress on the floor. Yes, it was something, but I was freezing cold at night, and I'm pretty sure I was ill from the dust and mould in the room.

I fell asleep, only to be woken up.

"We're giving you back. Can't take your bullshit anymore!" My 'dad' yelled, before ripping the glass shards from my arms, and cleaning them with hand sanitiser. I was a crying mess when he dragged me to the car, anyone would be if they were in my situation.

We got back to the foster care building, and he dragged me out of the car, left me on the steps, and then drove off.

I shakily stood up, and went inside. Of course, the workers didn't care either, they just took my name an put me in another dingy room.

I wanted my mummy and daddy back!

Flashback Over

That was 2 years ago, and I've still been taken and sent back by awful families. I pray that one day, either my mum and dad come back, or a loving family will actually take me in.

Hopefully this family with like me.

"Y/N! Get your ass down here!" The matron said, before stomping up the stairs, and coming into my room.

"S-Sorry." I stammered grabbing my stuffed rabbit, that I've had since I was a baby. I flinched when she grabbed my wrist, dragging me downstairs.

I flinched because over the years of abuse and violence I've experienced, I developed a touch aversion. It basically means that I hate physical contact and it makes me flinch at touch or yelling.

We stopped outside of the office, and then the matron turned to me. "If we see you back here again, you're living in the basement or outside." She declared before putting on a smile, and walking into the office.

I followed her in, my head down with fear, and because I was a shy person.

"This is Y/N, as you know. She's six and has been in and out of this place since she was 2." The matron spoke, as I looked up a bit to see a caring older man and woman, and 3 younger men.