I slowly make my way towards the bright red door of my new parents. This has one of those "Beware of the dog" signs. I've never been scared of dogs. I've been through much worse than a stupid dog bite. The door slowly swings open.
Before me stands a tall muscular man with like no skin. I couldn't see his skin at all. That's how many tattoos this guy has. I hear a low growl coming from the back of the house. The paint on the walls is peeling off. This man can spend soooo much money in his tattoos, but not a couple bucks for some paint. The low growl slowly grows louder. The dog obviously doesn't like me already. I can't blame 'em. I don't even like myself. But that's a whole different story.
This man looks mad at me already. As though I already did something wrong. What's wrong with this guy? He has really loud music blasting. I don't even think it's music. It's just screaming.
"What the hell you standin' there for? Get in here." He shouts. Great this is one of those mean ones. I don't really care though. I've seen it all. I slowly approach the nice smell of wings.
"Might I have some, sir?" I ask. The man just looks at me funny. He does not laugh. He just looks even more mad.
"Why u talkin' so funny, kid." He seems madder now.
"Sorry I...come from England." I reply, shamefully. So many people here make fun of how I talk. They seem to dislike people from England or something.
"Well learn how to talk." He says with a ton of anger and disappointment in his voice. Such an odd combination.
"Sorry sir, but I don't recall you giving me a response as to if I might have some--"
"Stop I can't hear you talk. I don't know what the fuck you just said. And no. You ain't gettin' none. I don't cook for you." He interrupted.
"Yes sir. Might I ask where my bed room is."
"Down the hall. To the left." He responds as he roles his eyes.
"Sorry sir but that appears to be the bathroo-"
"No shit" he yells.
I walk down the hall. It's so dark over here. The paint still peeling and the floors still creaking. I can't believe he lets his house look like this. I come across my "room". It's a dark room filled with cockroaches. There is a toilet and a bucket of water in the back of the room. I sit down as I lay my blanket on the floor. The room is so cold. I don't even think this guy has heat. The man walks in.
"Elsa what the hell? Who said you could have a blanket." He screams. "Ohhhh you really did it this time."
"Sorry to correct you and upset you, but my name is Emma and I- "
He swings his fist at my face.
Black out
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Acak"Now remember Emma, treat your new parents how you want them to treat you. Don't talk back, always sit up straight, keep your hair nice and neat, have nice grades, eat all your food, be grateful, and most of all--" "Be a perfect little angel" I...
