The Life of Being a Foster Kid//5sos **ON HOLD**

Chapter 3: the fight

"So tell me why are you guys in the system?" My eyes widened and I curled into a ball in my seat. I probably looked like a complete idiot, but I didn't care. I never went back to the day it all happened. I'll never go back to that city again. "Liv?" Angelina asked touching my shoulder. I swatted her hand away and started crying. "Her parents abused her and got away with it saying she was suicidal and then they put her in a mental hospital until the police found her siblings dead in the basement. They were beaten to death." I covered my ears so I didn't have to hear it. I closed my eyes biting my lip trying not to scream. "Ang. Grab my bag. Now." She threw my bag over and I opened it. "Where are those damn pills?!" "Hey don't swear-" "shut up Clifford!" I snapped back. "It's best you don't talk to her when she's like this." "Why?" "They tortured her in the mental institution. But when they did it they played music off her Spotify account so it scarred her. She can't listen to certain music without having a breakdown." I heard him whisper wow. I found the pills and took 2. "I just want to get to the house now." I whispered. "Not to be rude but I-I'm not feeling very well." •••••
We got back to the house and ran in. "MOM DAD WE'RE BACK!" Michael called out. "Oh my god I'm so glad I can finally meet you two!" Karen shrieked running down the stairs. "I can say the same." Angelina said. "I decided not to talk much so I didn't be rude cause I was in a mood from my anti-depressants. "Olivia are you okay?" Michael asked. "I just don't want to be rude you saw what happened in the car." He nodded and showed us to our rooms and around the house. "Listen I'm sorry about that I can't help it-" "Don't worry about it-" I cut him off  "They used your music against me. I can't listen to it without freaking out. It's only the old album though which I guess is good in a way, but it just use to be my escape. Until well you know. Y-you guys saved my life. Literally nothing ever helped my depression better than you guys did. Not even these stupid ass pills that's make it worse." I said sitting on my bed. "You know when they told my mom you were different that just made her want you here more." He said sitting next to me. "Really?" "Yeah she thought it would be cool to have some girls around that aren't normal preppy bitches!" "Literally every girl I grew up with. You know I had the chance to be popular, but I never took it because they called my friends losers. I mean I got suspended for beating her up but still." I said as we both started laughing. "I-I-I broke h-her l-leg!" I said dying. I heard a giggle from the doorway. I looked up to see some random girl. "Is this your new sex toy Michael? Or did you learn how to commit to something-oh wait that's not possible!" She said. "Besides she's fat and ugly why would you want her when you can have me again? My skins waiting for your touch. My lips waiting for your kisses. My body is ready for you." She said sitting on him. "I'll just be in the hall way." I said sliding out of the room. "Karen some girl is trying to fuck Mikey!" I screamed down the stairs. "Go in and pull her off sweetheart. She's not allowed to be here anymore. And please sweetheart call me mom." I said okay and walked back in. "Mikey mom said no fucking tonight. Oh and I have a message for the Barbie doll. Knock knock, maybe when you have actual boobs and an actual nose maybe then someone will like you. Oh and I hope every condom you use break." I said pulling her out of the house and blowing a kiss. "Liv that wasn't nice." Michael said pissed off.  "Well Michael I'm sorry I don't want you fucking anyone in my room and especially that Barbie doll. I don't care if you get laid just do it with someone who has a real face." I said walking back to my room shutting the door. I checked Twitter and saw Mikey tweeted. "These foster girls moved in and I hate one of the already she's a total bitch. Idc if she is suicidal or not she can't just call a girl fake because she has makeup on smh" I packed my bags and went to head out. But first I wrote a note. 'Thanks for the indirect tweet Michael. I hope to see another one about me when I'm gone. Sorry Ang but I thought Mikey was different. Not a big dick because I pulled a slut off who was trying to get on his dick. I can't live here. Have fun trying to find me in the hurricane.
XO XO
     Liv' 
Then I left.

MICHAELS POVO
I thought I was a little harsh with Liv because she was right I don't even like Ashley. She is a total slut. I deleted the tweet and went to her room to apologize. But when I walked her there was no Liv just a note. 'Thanks for the indirect tweet Michael. I hope to see another one about me when I'm gone. Sorry Ang but I thought Mikey was different. Not a big dick because I pulled a slut who was trying to get on his dick. I can't live here. Have fun trying to find me in the hurricane.
XO XO
     Liv'

Holy shit