Getting Adopted By A Billionaire

All About My Life

" Get up you bitch, it's your turn to make breakfast remember." That was how I woke up, to my roommate yelling at me to make breakfast for all the kids in the house, which is 45.

I live in a foster house. My mom died when my house caught on fire when I was 6. My dad went crazy because he thought I started it when in reality it was him because he was drunk and high at the time. The police officers let me stay with that monster because they didn't think my dad started it. They thought that it was a robber who had broken in and stole stuff while my mom was only home, them set it one fire. What had really happened was my dad stole some of the jewelry and then went out sold it for drugs and beer . Then came back drunk and high and set the house on fire.

Now you might be like "how do you know that.". Well I know this because there was a wildlife camera on my treehouse which looks right at the front door and it has sound on the films too. I watched it after and all the sound I hears that night was my dad coming and going, coming back, then running out the door and then the house is ablaze.

Of course I didn't tell anyone because as a 6 year old I was to scared.

So then I had to suffer 6 more years with that monster. What had finally made me break was when my dad raped me. He took one of the only things that I still had that meant something to me. When that happened I contacted the police right away and they found my dad passed out naked with the open and used condoms on the floor and me right one the floor, my 12 year old self naked as the day I was born crying my eyes out.

After that day I went to three different houses. The first two were the houses where you are actually like foster kid. Like they have two kids of their own and take you in for a while. That was actually pretty bad though because the first ones just wanted me there for the money they get from the state for taking me in. Then the second ones just beat me up and told me awful things no 13 year old should hear.

So then I ended up in Mercy Creek Foster House. It was okay at first because you are allowed to adjust to it. Then the social workers start to force you to take care of the little one if they think you are weak. And of course I look and am weak.

After I was there even longer without getting adopted or fostered, the kids, well more like teens, and social workers started beating me up! They would call me names and then would lock me in rooms where I would have to stay multiple days because I was "fat" and needed to stop eating so much. Then when I was 15, last year on my birthday I started to cut. The only thing I liked there was this little boy who was only 7. He would treat me like a normal person and actually liked me. So I decided that I would kill myself until he got adopted so it was easy on him and he didn't have to know.