Traveling Vivian

Chapter FiftyOne - Nutella

Traveling Vivian

Part 51

Author's Note: Contains RAPE.

The next morning, Phil drove me back to the foster house. Before we lparted each other, we had a round of lovemaking in the backseat of the car near our school's football park. I didn't mind it. I know I sounded a bit like a slut but I wanted it. I never felt so loved before. Phil gave me all the attention any girl could want. When he finished, he drove me quietly to the foster house. Phil made sure he parked a couple houses away from the place so Mrs. Hobbit or anyone spot me. Before I left, Phil grabbed my hand and wanted to make a deal. We promised to see each other every weekend and I could stay over there. We would venture out in the school vacations together and make endless love to one another. It was quite romantic, if you ask me.

I giggled and kissed his lips hard. He returned the love with a squeeze of my breast. I shook my head and got out of the car. I walked to the foster house as the sun was rising in the skies. I looked up at the skies and smiled. It was going to be a good day. I caught up to the foster house and Mrs. Hobbit was up, cooking breakfast. A few of the little kids were already up and fighting with each other.

I pushed the front door open after I unlocked it with the spare key I had.

"Vivian! Vivian! Is that you?" Mrs. Hobbit asked. "Oh I shouldn't have asked. It is you! You are the only child I am missing!"

The boys greeted me with a whack on the knee cap. I growled and scared them away.

Yup this was definitely home. "Hi, Mrs. Hobbit." I said when I got to the kitchen.

I had most of my clothes that Phil got me in my backpack. I came home with a pair of sweatpants and grey pullover sweater. I had my new grey Vans on though.

"Vivian! Oh how was your weekend?" Mrs. Hobbit asked.

"Fine. I had fun." I said.

Mrs. Hobbit rang a bell and immediately, all twelve children came running in the dining room to their seats. I noticed little Nutella sitting in the farthest corner by herself. I felt really bad for the kid. I helped Mrs. Hobbit passed out the breakfast and when I got to Nutella's seat, I smiled at her.

"Hey," I said.

Little Nutella looked at me and down at the plate I handed to her. "Thanks."

I watched her eat a bite of the french toast and then I went to the counter with Mrs. Hobbit, drinking coffee.

"Where did you stay?" Mrs. Hobbit asked.

"A friend's house." I remarked. I sipped my coffee slowly.

"I don't want to bud in your personal life but if this friend is a boy and I know it will be because you don't really associate with females, well, I want you to be careful. I mean use protection. You're already inside a foster care. There is no more space for a newborn and you inside this house." Mrs. Hobbit said as she looked at me. She gave me some french toasts and eggs.

I smiled at her and drank my coffee. She got me really worried. I didn't use protections like condoms and such. I never was on contraception because well, I didn't need it. I was a bit worried. I looked at my coffee and frowned. Then I looked up and noticed Nutella, smiling at me.  I smiled back and then said, "So Nutella over there. Is she going to be adopted?" I asked.

Mrs. Hobbit shook her head, "No. Most of the children here are not really wanted. Most people want to adopt little sweet babies instead of bratty chidlren. Nutella had a pretty rough past, though."

I cut my french toast and ate a bite. I heard the movements above our heads and I knew my other roommates woke up. "What?"

"Nutella's mother is a registered nurse but she couldn't afford raising a baby. She gave the kid to her father. Her father doesn't do anything. No job. In the brink of the night, he was killed unexpectedly and Nutella was found next to him. He died by a gun shot. Most people believed it was Nutella but there was no gun around. Her mother refuses her so she handed her to the government like she was trash."