The foster girl

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R.A.C.H.E.L

"DONT EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT EVER EVER AGAIN! YOU DONT GET TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AND GET AWAY WITH IT!" My foster mom shouted - her name is Viki.

"I.im sorry" I muttered not really.

"No your fucking not! I only asked you to do all the house work so I could sleep but no, that's too much to ask for! All I've got from you since we came here is grief. You give me shit everyday and I flip at you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now look at you. Your a pathetic little bitch" Viki hissed at me then slapped my cheek.

I don't mind doing house work because I always do it. What I do mind is doing it all at 6 am cleaning top to bottom and washing the car.

My foster dad takes nothing to do with me anymore and just lays around asking for beer all day.

"I will do it right now" I said.

"No. I will. Get out the house and don't come back until dinner" she said. She normally chucks me out like this all the time.

I grabbed my shoes, a jacket, money and my phone.

I slammed the door shut hearing shouting as I did so.

I walked down the street and turned towards the mall.

I picked up more than I thought

I picked up 60 dollars in three 20's.

I put it back in my pocket and walked into the mall.

There were a group of boys about my age starring at me. Their eye followed me everywhere. One in particular.

His hair was dark, he looked tall, he was quite skinny and I could make out a cheek piercing. His face was stunning too. They all stood up. 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 of them I counted silently trying to avoid eye contact.

I put my head down after that an walked fast heading towards a shop.

"Ouch!" I said as I bumped into someone and fell on the floor.

Someone reached their hand out. Without looking I grabbed it and they helped me up.

"Thank you" I said looking up to see the boy who had the piercing.

"No problem" he smiled showing his perfect white teeth. Ohmygawd.

I smiled back then dusted myself off.

"I'm sorry but I couldn't help but notice you have a bruise on your arm and a red cheek" another boy said. He looked identical to the other boy.

"Ohh, umm, I umm ehh fell, just now there" I hesitated and stuttered obviously showing I was lying because they all stared at me raising eyebrows.

"Truth?" The boy that helped me up asked.

"Well I can't tell you what exactly but yeah, truth" I said lying a little.

"Okay, well want to go get a costa with us?" A boy who hasn't spoke asked. I nodded I don't know why but I did.

"Ohh by the way. I'm James, that's Jai, Luke, Beau and Daniel, known as Skip" the boy now known as 'James' spoke.

"My name is Rachel, nice to meet you all" I smiled.

They all smiled and we entered costa.

I ordered a hot chocolate and paid.

I sat down and so did the boys.

How did I go from arguing with Viki to this?

Talking to super fit boys?!

We all got talking and got each other's numbers.

James put his in and of course would of set it as 'sexy James😉'. I giggled and the boys put theirs in.

"Shit guys I got to go Vik-mum is going ape shit. I forgot to leave my key. Fuck fuck fuck. Sorry I need to go. Bye" I said running out and out the mall back home.

I heard the boys shouting but I didn't turn back.

I didn't realise where I was running and ran straight out onto the road...

In front of a car.

Viki's car.

I couldn't see anything. Everything was black.

I could hear shouting before I got hit.

I could hear someone shouting then others. I heard the car speed away.

"RACHEL WAKE UP!" I heard James scream.

After that everything went black again then I couldn't hear anything.

Am I dead?

J.A.M.E.S

I seen the car hit Rachel. Her body flew for a second or two then fell to the cold ground. The car that hit her sped off without stoping.

Beau was calling an ambulance while the rest of us were trying to help.

About five minutes later the ambulance arrived and took her away. I went with her and the boys followed in Beaus car.

When we arrived at the hospital we weren't allowed to see her because they told us it was only family.

I saw a woman who was crying but it looked fake.

She didn't look 'hurt'.

Yes she was crying but they looked like crocodile tears.

We were asked to leave and reluctantly we did.

1 month later

It's been a month since Rachel's accident and since we last seen her.

We have been keeping an eye out but have no idea where to look because she need told us where she lived.

R.A.C.H.E.L

After I woke up I was taken home.

Viki never spoke to me. I was surprised.

One night she came to my 'room' which was really just a room with chipped wall paint and an old carpet with a bed to sleep on.

"Oii. You need to make your own food tonight. I am going clubbing with mates. There is stuff in the fridge" she said then left slamming the door.

I didn't say anything but started to think of a plan.

If she goes out tonight then I can leave here. Legally I can leave but she never let me because she's scared I would tell people what she does and I have no where to go anyway.

A few hours later she slammed the door and I watched her get into a car that sped away.

I waited at least half an hour before quickly packing my stuff. I found the spare key. I took one last look and opened the door.

I ran away.

I feel free!

Now what do I do...