As soon as I walked through the door I was taken into a group hug by the family except for the dad.
"Hi!" the little boy shrieked.
"Hi. what's your name?" I asked
"Riley. what's yours?"
"Lauren"
As soon as they both broke from the hug I ran upstairs to my new room and got settled in. After I got settled I smelled what was probably supposed to be dinner.
I quickly rushed to the bottom of the stairs. I was starving.
I was then forcefully slammed into the wall by the foster dad. he then throws me to the floor and throws three punches. the sides of my vision now blurry. he kicks me in the stomach and steps back.
"If you ever disobey me I won't hesitate to do this again!" he growled.
I could smell the liquor on his breath.
He's wasted.
As soon as he lets me stand up I rush upstairs with tears flowing down my cheeks. When I get to my room I slam the door behind me and jump on my bed.
I of course had to get transferred to a home with a drunk, abusive dad.
The only thing that keeps me from breaking is that I only have a year left until I'm 18. I don't even have friends any more. Except harry.
Before I know it my eyelids are getting heavy. might as well get some sleep for school tomorrow.
