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ONE: TOOK IT TOO FAR!

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THE FRONT DOOR was shut and the porch was pitch black. Mariposa was late for her curfew and for sure was in for it the second she walked into the Pollock's family home.

Granted, the eldest son Amir, was supposed to pick her up, but Lord knows he'd had better things to do than to pick up his Foster sister from practice. The other two kids had all either been given by their friends or were not 'forgotten' by their biological brother. It was just her.

By car get school was 20 minutes, so you can only imagine the insanely far 2-hour walk she endured in the sun.

Mariposa didn't have a phone and she didn't know any of their numbers so calling for a ride was impossible, and she didn't have any money to call a cab or a ride-fare, nor did she have any friends to call on so that was that.

Had she known she was going to be neglected, again, she would've opted for skipping stupid dance practice to get an early head start. But usually, he would have told her he wasn't coming to get her, he at least gave her a 'courteous' warning beforehand, but today was different.

She finally reached the front door after finally working up the nerve to walk up the steps. She took notice of both SUV's outside and internally cursed. Her luck just kept getting better and better.

Mariposa removed the key from around her neck, sticking it in the door before bringing her wrist up to her view to check the time. 8:57. She was screwed.

As quietly as possible she unlocked the door, reaching down and pulling her converse off her feet to ensure no unnecessary noise was made. She pushed the door open slowly after taking her key out. She shoved it into the side pocket of her backpack, before turning around and pushing the door closed as softly as she could.

The living room was pitch black, which meant she was at least safe for now. Or so she thought.

A light turned on from behind her, and her heart sank to her toes as she slowly turned around, an angry foster mother present, a glass of wine in her manicured hand.

"Where the hell were you? You was out there with some fast ass little boy, huh?! You was out there bein a hoe!" Tasha Pollock rises to her feet, taking menacing steps towards Mariposa. "Look at you, you think you a woman!"

Immediately the girls begins shaking her head. "N-no. I just didn't have a r-ride home. I had to walk."

"Yes you did. Amir was at the schoolhouse waiting on you at 6! Said he saw you leaving with some boy! I'm not raising no whores in this house Maria!" Tasha screams, jutting her finger in the girls face as she shrinks back into the door. "We took you in when no one wanted your ass, and this is how you do us?!"

Tears rolled down her face as she struggled to not pass out right then and there. Her heart felt like it was going to explode and she felt as if she might have been dying internally. Maybe a little dramatic but that's how it felt.

"No ma'am! I didn't see him, I waited for a while and I didn't see him or his car! I swear!" She cried as the woman stepped into her space in an attempt to intimidate, and it was working.

A slap radiated across her face and she clutched over gripping her face as more tears brimmed her eyes.

"You calling my baby a liar! You whoring and lying?! Girl I should whip yo ass right here!"

"No ma'am!" She cried, gripping her face harder when Tasha flinched at her.

The woman gripped the girls face in her hand, pointing her red finger nail in the girls face. "You take your fast ass up them stairs and go get showered, you here?! You'll be dealt with after. And no dinner for you! Now get!"

She didn't need to be told twice before she grabbed her backpack that had fallen before running past Tasha who sent a swift hit to her backside, causing the girl to stumble a bit but not falter as she kept her pace up until she got to her room.

This was the only nice amenity she got while living here. She got her own space, but only because her P.O and case worker did surprise visits and if she didn't have her own space she'd be removed. Which wouldn't be the worst thing but whatever.

Mariposa held her face in her hands as she attempted to calm herself down. She got these attacks often and didn't know what they were, but they sucked.

The teen began taking her hair down from its natural puff, massaging her head to combat the incoming headache she felt approaching. "Just 5 more years Mari. Just 5 more years." She sniffled, sitting her bag down on the desk chair, before beginning to get her shower stuff together. She grabbed her shower caddy, a pair of pajamas, her robe, and her shower shoes before heading to her door. She opened it, looking both ways and taking notice of the clear hallway.

The bathroom was directly across from her space, a straight shot, which on days like these she was happy for.

After her 10 minute shower, she reluctantly got out, drying her skin before putting her underclothes on, followed by her night clothes. She brushed her teeth, her hair, and then washed her face. When she was done, Mariposa put her robe around her, slipping her shoes on before turning the light off and walking back to her room.

What she didn't expect was to see her foster father sitting on her bed, awaiting her return. She moved to open the door wider, but his voice stopped her.

"Close it."

She swallowed the lump in her throat. Reluctantly, she did. She began putting her stuff away like normal, retyping her robe around her.

"Come here, Maria." It seemed like no one in this family wanted to even attempt to use her real name, so to them she was Maria.

She did. She walked over to him, standing about three feet in front of him, shaking like a leaf.

He looked up at her, his eyes eyeing her body, internally enjoying the power he held over her right now.

"You know you're in big trouble tonight."

A tear rolled down her face as she could only imagine what the hell he meant by that. "I-I didn't meant to be late."

"You were still late. You were supposed to be in this house at 7pm. You know the rules, Maria. You're a teenager now, which means you're old enough to under what's right from wrong. Right?"

She doesn't answer, and this angers him as he grabs her by her tiny wrist and yanks her toward him, successfully popping her wrist funny. "Right?!"

"Right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it won't happen again!" She pleads. She was used to the random slaps, kicks, punches, and more than occasional belt beatings. They were practically apart of her daily routine at this point.

"I know it won't princess. But now, daddy has to punish you."

CHAPTER ANALYSIS:
Word Count: 1277
Trigger Warnings: language , insinuating a sexual assault, child abuse

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Authors Note;
FIRST CHAPTER WAS A DOZY... BUT IT'S DONE, I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE LIKE MARIPOSA LIKE I DOOOO. DO YALL LOVE ME YET?