Adopted by Zerrie

1.

Cece

I cringed as she said the word father. The word hit me like a million bullets, all aimed for my heart. Yeah, I didn't have the best relationship with my father. That sentence was an understatement. I have no relationship with him. When I was five, my mother passed away and it was just us. It was really hard on him, so he would go out and drink. At first it was just once a month. By the time I was ten, he became abusive. This is when he would drink on a day to day basis. When I was 16, he raped me, and left. I got placed in an orphanage at that time, and then we found out that I was pregnant.

My dad hasn't contacted me yet. I tried calling him and telling him. At first I thought "how could that be possible, but seeing my dad is only 38, I guess it is possible. So this is me, 16 and pregnant... By my father.

Sounds weird, I know. But trust me, I just forget about it and dream that it was some celebrities child, like Zac Efron or Channing Tatum.

So here I am, in foster care. I'm about to be sent back to the orphanage again tho. Apparently I'm 'too much to handle'. Excuse me for being pregnant. You knew before I got sent to you, so why are you complaining? I'm packing my bags, ready to go back to the helpless kids who wait and hope to get adopted.

"Cece!" Amy, my foster mother, yelled rather impatiently.

"What?" I yelled back in the same tone.

"Hurry up! We're going to be late!"

I groaned and finished packing my bag, and then grabbed it. I grabbed the picture of my mom and hugged it to my chest while walking out of the room.

I walked down the stairs and out the door, dragging my suit case with me. I got to the car and put it in there. This is gonna be a long car ride.

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I got to the orphanage safe and sound. Sadly. I got all my stuff put away and now, I am seated eating dinner with the girls that I grew up with. There was something about us, that parents didn't like. So it was the same left over girls all the time.

"I guess I should just adopt you girls hun?" Marianne, the orphanage leader, would often joke.

It was sorta depressing. I mean, I know that I'm not gonna get adopted considering the fact I'm pregnant, but I don't like the looks they give me when they find out.

So here I am, currently eating and awaiting. I don't exactly know what for, but it's so quiet. I was waiting for one of the boys to play a prank on us. But I forgot, they got adopted out. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, that made everyone at the table jump.

"I'll get that," Marianne stated.

She left the table and went to answer the door. From where I was, I couldn't here the conversation but I wasn't really that curious. Oh who am I kidding, of course I'm curious, but if I move, I won't be comfy again. Marianne came back moments later, with a women who looked to be about 40.

"This is Lacy, she's 15." Marianne said, introducing us. "And crystal, Mary, Katy, and Louise. Ah, and then we have Cecelia." I dropped my fork. Marianne never called me by my first name.

"Mmhm." The women grunted, look at my swollen belly disapprovingly.

"Uh, it's a long story." Marianne stated, trying to have an explanation for it.

"I see, well, I'm interested in Kathy was it?"

"Katy." I corrected her. Being the oldest, I felt like I worked there, watching out for these kids and, well being their orphanage mother. Katy was only 6, and she was my little baby girl.