Traid #3 (My Step Brother My Bully Series)

New Brothers

Angel

I hadn't had the best of anything throughout my pathetic life. My mom abandoned me when I was not even a week old. Only one knows who and where my father is. I don't really care if they never wanted me. I've been in the foster system since then. I've had too many families to count. They all like the idea of having a baby when they can't concierge but that shot soon goes out of the window once they have to deal with the screaming, crying, shitty nappies, sleepless nights shall I continue? I've never stayed in a foster home for longer than a month, six at the best.

No one wants an introverted teenager who doesn't mix with other teenagers or their families. Well, stop putting me in situations where I have to keep my trap shut. Even better still don't put me with a bunch of assholes that trample all over me, bully me and make me do shit they should be doing cause they're too lazy to get off their fat asses.

I'm almost seventeen and in my last year of school and ill be glad to get the fuck out of there I have a total of two friends because every other fuxker there thinks I'm weird cause I don't like to mingle and act all slutty wel life got news for all of you assholes at least I haven't caught any STD's and STI's. I know at least half of the school has had them from one time to another cause they can't keep their dicks to themselves or their legs shut shame on you bitches.

I haven't had it easy here either. It's my last and final school. I've been here almost two years after my last foster parents said they could no longer take care of my unruly ass. Unruly my ass. That's when I got new fosters who I had the displeasure of living with for the past year and their prick of a sim who has bullied and tormented me every day. He's the happiest of all of them at my departure but what he doesn't know is that I will be still attending this shit hole unless my new fosters see fit for me to move to yet another school and start all over again and meet new people. Urgh.

I have met my new foster parents a handful of times and today I'm moving in.

Yay.

I understand they have two older boys who see grown-ass men and they will be my step-brothers. That's one thing I'm dreading, me and boys don't mix, we mix worse than girls even though my friends are one boy and one girl. Ironic really when you think about it. But they are twins not identical but twins nevertheless. They were the first and only ones to approach me on the first day and tell me the dos and don'ts of the shirt hole called high school. I obviously mixed both up cause I ended up getting targeted by the bullies and the bitches who my friends call their groupies unfortunately for me my so-called stepbrother was part of this clock of dickewods and he ignored the fact he was supposed to protect me and not let others bully me, but it didn't end at school he bullied me at home too and his asshole parents didn't stop him cause they detested me to.

I often wondered why they agreed to take me if they didn't want me, but I soon found out the answer to that nagging question: money. They got so much for taking care of me I'm not sure how much but it had got to be a pretty penny if they kept me as long as they did.

My social worker pulls up to a grand-looking house on an even grander street. It's no millionaire mansion but I can tell that they aren't short of a few pennies.

"Are you ready to meet your new fosters, Angel?"

"Not really." I mumbled.

She smiles politely, but I don't buy it or any of the shit that comes out of her mouth cause I have heard it all before. "I think we've finally found you a perfect family until you turn eighteen."

I grunt. I've heard that line for the past five years and over ten families later I'm here in a place I have no clue will be my last foster home and to be frank I don't think it will if they are anything to go on the fosters I've had previously.

"I have high hopes for you this time, so behave."

I roll my eyes. I always behave but like I said they don't like introverted teenagers. I'm not bubbly or outgoing, I just like to keep myself to myself. "I will." I sigh knowing that there's no point in arguing with my social worker Even though I know I'm always right she always tells me to work harder in making relationships grow with my fosters or any other children in the house it's little hard when they look and make you feel like an outsider in the home that supposed to make you feel comfortable and safe.

She knocks on the door and it opens, a beautiful older lady opens it. She must be in her late fifties, early sixties maybe but she has aged well just like her husband. She smiles brightly. "Mrs. Keelung. You're early."

My social workers smiled at the lady in front of us, who's name I can't even remember. "I always like to be a little early so we can go through things before I leave."

"Sure, come in."

"Thank you, Connie."

So that's her name.

She smiles sweetly and my social worker slips in and her eyes sparkle and she smiles naturally seeing me. "We are so glad you decided to stay with us, Angel.

"Me too, ma'am." I lie, knowing that a few weeks in they will for sure want to get rid of me claiming that I'm too much hard work. I've seen and heard it too many times to count over the years. Hopefully, this one will last until I turn eighteen then I can get the fuck out of dodge and start somewhere fresh where no one knows me.

"Please call me Connie. Ma'am makes me feel too old."

I nod and walk in. I don't hug something they are aware of. We he'd into the lounge where her husband greeted us and he also told me to call him Caleb, not Sir.

We all sit down and my social worker goes over everything like she had done on our previous visit, they were the last in a long line, they were the only ones who seemed genuine. They actually wanted to take me in and help me overcome my many problems. Let's hope they mean it. I can't go through another family in the system to be in a shit hole with complete assholes that onl6 take care of unwanted kids for money.

"Well that's all Mr and Mrs Harper, we've covered all of the necessities. Angel will be attending her previous highschool unless either of you feel that it is not the right school for her and she iss having problems there."

I almost grunted, this woman had no clue what it was like for me every day at that hell hole. I only got through it because of my two best friends.

"Right I'll be off, so Angel get settled." She said, standing.

They both stood up and shook her hand. "Thank you for letting us have this opportunity Mrs. Keelung. The house feels too empty now the boys are both grown and doing their own thing."

"I understand Mrs Harper. My children are grown too so it's hard to think of them as not being your babies anymore."

"I still do," she admits and I try so hard not to roll my eyes. "But we all grow up and have to leave the nest someday."

"Exactly." she agrees.

So do I, even though I have no idea what the hell I'm doing with my life. I'm a little bit of a tomboy even though I wear girly clothes sometimes. "She'll be safe here. We'll all take care of her. The boys will be here any moment and will be staying for a few months before heading home to their lives and jobs."

She smiles. "I'm sure they'll get on swimmingly, won't you Angel?" she says, giving me a warning look, one I only know too well.

"Yes ma'am."

She smiles and nods in approval. "Well, I'll leave you all to get better acquainted. "

"Let me show you out."

"Oh, there's no need Mr Harper."

"You're our guest, and you've put a smile back on our faces Mrs. Keelung."

She sighs and nods. He's a true gentleman, unlike any other foster father I've seen. Let's see how long the charade lasts shall we? Most last a full week, I've known it to last until they leave then I get told exactly why on there. I hope these two aren't those types of people. I'll make it my mission to run away even if it doesn't work in the past it will this time be guaranteed.

"Be good, Angel."

I salute her as she walks away.