Jade Black. A foster child.
Jade is a sixteen year old foster child. Tired of being neglected and abused by her foster parents she resorts to the only thing left to do; Murder.
With the blood on her hands and no where to go Jade becomes a runaway...
Jade sat on the worn out mattress she was to call a bed. She watched the black and white satellite box television. It was her favorite episode of 'In the heat of the night'. It was five o'clock in the evening; dinner time. Soon her drugged out foster mother would be calling her down.
"Ja-Jade come eat" her foster mother said peaking her head into jades room.
"Yes mam" jade responded and stood up. She followed her foster mother down the old creaky stairs of their Brooklyn apartment.
Jade took a seat at the four seater dining table. Her foster mother sat three plates on the table. As if on cue the front door opened and closed. Her abusive foster father came walking inside.
"Hello sir" jade greeted politely.
"Hello beautiful" her foster father smiled.
Jade craved loving attention from her foster parents, but not the type her foster father gave her.
Once everyone was seated at the table dinner began.
"Patrice I got your fix for this week" her foster father told her foster mother.
"Thank you baby" her foster mother said.
This was normal. Jade's foster father would supply her foster mother with cocaine and sometimes even heroine. Her foster mother would get so high she couldn't hold her head up. That gave Jade's foster father the time he needed to rape and molest jade.
The next day it seemed as everything went back to normal but the routine was repeated after dinner.
Tonight. Tonight every thing would change.
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Jade laid on her worn out mattress, watching the black and white satellite box television. She heard her old bedroom door creak open and new what was about to happen. She looked toward the door and faced her foster father. He put his finger to his lips then gripped his crouch. He began to unbuckle his belt then kneel on jades mattress. He took off his shirt then lowered his pants. He grabbed jades ankles and pulled her to him. Jade didn't make a sound. Her foster father pulled down her pants. A single tear slipped from jades eye.
"Don't cry baby girl. I'll be gentle this time" her foster father said.
Jade wiped her tear. Her foster father positioned himself at her entrance. Before he could enter her women hood jade quickly took the steak knife from the side of the mattress and stabbed her foster father in the side of the neck.
His hand rushed to his neck. He began to cough up blood as his neck bled brutality. Jade took the knife and stabbed him again in the chest. Again in the heart. Again in the stomach. Jade then gathered all the strength she had and pushed him off of her. She stood up and fixed her clothes. She walked to the dirty full body mirror and looked at herself.
She stood. Covered in blood. From head to waist. She smiled. She left her room and went searching for her foster mother. She found her in the bathtub; with no water.
Jade turned on the cold water and filled the tub until it over flowed. Jade's foster mother was so high she couldn't process. Jade stopped the water. She then took a hand full of mothers thin hair and slammed her head under the cold water. After an exact minute jade's foster mother began to panic. Water splashed everywhere. Jade took the steak knife and stabbed her foster mother in the back. She then stopped fidgeting.
Jade left the bathroom and walked to her foster parents room. She opened her foster mothers dresser drawer and took out a shirt and a pair of pants. Jade stripped of the bloody clothes and changed. She went back into the bathroom and cleaned her hands and face. She placed her nappy hair into a semi neat ponytail.
Jade reached under the sink and retrieved the Lysol wipes. She wiped every doorknob, light switch, banister, and object she touched. She wrecked the house to make it look like a breaking and entering. She wrote a sloppy note making it seem as if she was kidnapped over her foster parents drug debt.
Jade went into the kitchen and went into her foster fathers coat pocket to retrieve the little money they had, and her foster mothers fix of drugs.
Jade grabbed her jacket and put the items in her pocket. She left the apartment and ran as far as she could.
She didn't look back, not once ______________________________________________
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