My names Ella, I'm 15 years old I live in a foster home, why you ask? Because my father is abusive and molested me while I was growing up and my mother, she was killed when I was 5 in a car accident. I saw it happen, I watched as that tractor trailor hit my mom I winced but saw the way her head snapped from side to side like some broken bobble head. I new my mom wasn't okay but I couldn't help her for I was also trapped in the remains of my moms car.
It's been ten years and I still have the scars from the accident yet they blend in with all the other scars that I strategically placed on my body. I was a self harmer I started when I was 9, granted you would be too if you went through the shit I did growing up. My father started to rape me when I turned 9, he said I was a big girl now and it was time I started acting like one. I hated what he did to me, he told me if I screamed he'd hurt me but he already was hurting me so I would scream anyway.
One day during recess in 4th grade I was swinging minding my own business and this group of kids came up to me and said they wanted to use the swings so I got off, as soon as I got off they started punching and kicking me, I didn't even know what I had done wrong.
The bullying got so bad the teachers had to watch me at all times at school or else I'd get knocked down or beat up.
I went to the nurse one day said I didn't feel good and she went to take my blood pressure and saw all my cuts, she freaked out and called my father even though I begged her not too, she did anyway.
My day got to the school and grabbed me by the arm and ripped me out of the school, he told me the next time I cut myself I better hit a vein and die for if he finds out he'll kill me. I couldn't help but cry.
It was my 10th birthday and my day started out with my dad coming in naked, I knew what that meant, bite my lip and hold back the tears.
I decided enough was enough and went to the school councilor, Mrs. Adhert and I told her choking back the tears“my dad beat me, and touches me I need to get out of this house” she knew I wasn't lying no 10 year old would be able to say that the way I just did.
Mrs. Adhert took me to my house and come inside with me and watched me as I packed a bag, my father was screaming at me asking me where the fuck I was going what the fuck I thought I was doing leaving him all alone. He asked me if I loved him, and I just ran out of the house and sit on the curb Mrs. Adhert followed me telling me it'll be alright and trying to comfort me, she was such a sweet lady.
We get into the car and she tells me I'm being placed with a family in the next town over, on the ride over it was pretty silent, I didn't want to say anything I'm just glad I was away from him, that filthy pig. I kept asking myself how you could touch your own daughter like that and then go about your day. That man has issues.
Mrs. Adhert tells me the family is really nice they have a daughter who is 12 years old, her name is Samantha, Sam for short. The mom's name was Suzie and she worked at the law firm just down the street from the house and the dads name was Jordan. Sounds like a nice happy family, I wouldn't wait to meet them. Little did I know this was just the first out of several foster homes
