Foster Girl

Mommy dearest

"Oh Shit!"
"Oh Shit!"
"Oh for pineapple sake's Shit "
I just walked in on the most detrimental thing that has happened this entire summer. The beast had returned but I was in no shape or form to cry again.

I was stronger than that ; okay, maybe not that strong since I had just cried because my friend was moving away but even though I was standing face to face with the woman who ruined my life and abused me so much that I have marks in my body I felt stronger than ever.

More than anything as I looked at her scrawny body slightly twiddling hands and emotion less eyes I felt no sort of feelings of a child who longed to see their mother. I felt like hell bent demon bent upon vengeance and the need yo see her suffer just.like.she.did.to.me.

The pandemonium begins.

" What is SHE doing here?" I demanded at exactly no one in particular. A few of my fellow foster mates was around and Ms.Brown was sitting beside her with a bunch of papers and what not in her hands. In an attempt to show them that I'd like to know sometime today I punched the dry wall beside me and a large hole the size of my fist formed.

Everyone was looking at me as if I was some crazy lunatic that escaped from an asylum. I felt like it too. No one made an attempt to answer me and at this point annoyance started to creep its way tight into my skin. I walked over to the couch where she sat and almost like a helping saviour when you need it a long broom was leant up in a corner nearby.

In a swift motion I grabbed up the broom from its position and held it safely in my right hand. Slowly I walked closer to her and slowly lighted up the metal stick of the broom up to her. I didn't need to look to know that everyone was watching me and I didn't need to look around either to know that whomever was upstairs was probably down here too.

I lifted her face by using the end of the broom to lift up her chin. There's no way I'm touching that thing with my bare hands. She was forced to look at me now and its not like I wanted to look at her but in order to know why she was hear she'd have to.

"I. Said. Why. The. Hell. Are. You HERE!" I shouted at her through my teeth that were practically grinding against each other. She didn't respond but a cocky smile made their way into her thin and crusty lips. The little bitch was amused. How could she be smiling at a time like this when she sees what she's done.

Ms. Brown made an attempt to try and take the broom from me but to no avail she didn't even get to touch it because I pushed her down unto the floor and I walked behind the couch. Within a flash I had the the broom pressed up against her neck but not so much that she wouldn't be able to breathe. At least not yet.

I wanted to watch the life fade away from her until her limp body collapses over the broom like a piece of meat.  "Oh but daughter, be careful now sweetheart for if you kill me then how will you know what my true intentions here are for?" She asked.

"Now you listen you disgusting waste off of humanity that have absolutely no purpose or place on this earth I want you to know first of all I'm not your 'sweetheart' and I pressed the broom harder around her neck And continued. "And I'm certainly not your daughter." I said and I spat on her face.

As my saliva ran down her face she didn't even budge one bit and I was beyond puzzled at how she hadn't tried to wipe it off with her hands or made any indication that she was going to try and pry the broom from my grasp.

It all happened so fast but too boys from my foster home had grabbed me from behind catching me off guard by grabbing me by the waist into their grasp. I was tightly secured into their grasp and I couldn't move an inch so I just stood there trying to fight them off of me so that I could get back to trying to kill mommy dearest.