"Aurora...Hey Aurora.." I whisper to sister, tapping her ar lightly. I sigh, she's zoned out.
"Aurora!" I say louder.
"W-what? What?" She jumps, looking tired.
"Sid is talking to our new foster parents.." I whisper, pointing towards Sid's office. I can see the couple and Sid chatting through his office window. The man looks tall, but doesn't stand tall. The woman was skin and bones, her eyes sunk far into her face.
"Oh.." She whispers back, tugging at my hoodie sleeves.
"I hope they know to be parents.." I whisper, so quietly Aurora leans towards me to hear. She nods, looking back at the office.
"Zack..Aurora, I'd like you to meet your new foster parents! Kids this is Mrs. and Mr. Jackson!" Sid says, with a wide smile.
"Hello.." I say quietly, looking at Aurora's nervous expression. As I smell the air, I'm hit with a cheap perfume and colonge. It seems like the couple tried to hide the smell of whiskey and cigarettes with the disgusting colonge and perfume.
I place my hand over Aurora's while listening to Sid tell the Jackson's how this would work. She looks up at my with a weak smile.
"Well kiddos are you ready to come home?" Mrs. Jackson asks in a overly sweet voice. Aurora and I look at each other before nodding. We both stand up, hands interlocked and follow behind our new foster parents.
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Aurora and I are sat in the back of an odd smelling car. The seats were stained and green, and the smell was making sick.
The couple was silent, not looking joyful as they did in front of Sid. They look grim and resentful towards us.
"Maybe they just don't like car rides.. Yeah that must be it.." I thought to myself, lying to myself. Aurora was wearing a mask, her emotions sheided. She looks strong, but I know how broken she is. She looks over to me, trying to smile but failing horribly.
"We are here. Get the fuck out of the car." Mr. Jackson grunts.
Neither Aurora or I say anything, but quickly get out. We follow the couple quickly up the path to their house. The outside of the house is white, but is dirty. The roof is slighly sunken in at the front.
Aurora leans on me slightly, looking worried. I wrap my arm around her, hugging her from the side. Mrs. Jackson looks back at us, and rolls her eyes. Usually when someone would roll their eyes on me I would stop whatever I was doing, but today I didn't. I just held her tighter.
Mrs. Jackson swings open the door and waves her hand at us to come in. The heavy smell of cigarettes makes Aurora cling tighter to me.
Aurora would always be tough in front of our parents, trying to be strong for me. But now she seems weak now. Tired, broken, depressed, anixous, and this is how I'm going to end up. I don't think the Jackson's would hit us, or anything like that but I don't think they will like us. They already don't seem to enjoy our presence, to put it lightly.
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It's been almost a week. Our foster "parents" have spent all the money to take care of us to buy cigarettes and booze. Mrs. Jackson has hit Aurora three times. Mr. Jackson has hit me twice. I was wrong.
Aurora and I are sitting on the floor near our makeshift beds, listening to Mr. Jackson's drunk friends. Last time they were here they tried to rape Aurora. They only stopped when I pulled them off. Aurora's shaking, trying to calm down from a panic attack.
"It's okay. Shhhh.. Aurora it's gonna be okay.." I speak quietly, not wanting the fuckers in the living room to hear. Her eyes are glossy and her breathing is too fast.
Aurora looks at me, as if she is silently begging me to do something. I can't. All I can do is stare at her.
The living room goes quiet, Aurora and I locking eyes in panic. She tries to stop crying and her quick breath, but the door swiftly opens. "Well..Well..Well, what do we have here?" Mrs. Jackson sneers.
When neither of us answer, she groans, steps towards us, and grabs Aurora by her hair. Aurora yelps in pain and tries to pull away from our bitch of a foster mother, but Mrs. Jackson is too strong.
"Stop please!" I yell, jumping up and chasing the pair into the living room. The men are grinning from their place on the sofa.
"Put her in the little room!" Mr. Jackson laughs, evil grin on his face. The other men cheer in agreement. Aurora whimpers when Mrs. Jackson yanks her hair, pulling her towards the little room.
The "Little Room" is a tiny space where the couple keeps a broken washer and dryer. There is a lock on the sliding door so they could lock her in there.
"Zack go to your fucking room." Mr. Jackon yells, pointing at the door.
"No! No fucking way!'' I shout, making the house go quiet. Aurora is looking at me with wide eyes, her mouth agap.
"Oh really?" Mr. Jackson snickers, standing from the sofa and marching over to where Mrs.Jackson is holding Aurora. He grabs her arm, pulls up the sleeve of her hoodie and puts his cigarette out on her scarred arm. She screams, trying to pull her arm away. Mrs. Jackson yanks her up and basically throws her small body into the little room. The door is slid shut and locked, Aurora's cries being heard from the inside.
I can't move. I can only stare with my mouth hanging open. Mr. Jackson walks over to me and pushes me into my room and slams the door. I fall to the floor and stare at my hands.
All I can hear is my little sister's scream from when she was burned. It's like it's on repeat in my head, on a never ending loop.
"One day we said we would get out of there.. We're out but I don't know if this is better.." I whisper to myself, looking up at the ceiling with tear filled eyes.
A/N I'm ignoring my other story because I like this one more. I should stop
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