Tears stream down my face as Courtney, my foster-mom, accuses me of being a whore. "Since when does being raped make you a whore?!" I screamed wiping my tears. At that point Courtney slapped me hard across the face and continued cussing. "You weren't raped, you came on to Tom while he was drunk knowing what would happen. You're a screw up just like your mom was."
I was astonished at the fact someone could be so cruel. My foster-dad was far from drunk and was very aware of his actions. I screamed no so many times I nearly lost my voice, but that didn't stop him. This isn't the first time he's done this, there's been multiple times I've tried to get help. Unfortunately for me, Tom happens to be a well respected cop and a loving husband to all of those on the outside.
"That little brat is so lucky to have Tom and Courtney, what a wonderful couple." Those are the words of Tom and Courtneys friends. I'm considered nothing more than a brat they get paid to keep. Deciding enough was enough I ran passed Courtney and into what was considered my room, locking the door behind me. Leaning against the door I slide to the floor and can no longer contain to overflow of tears falling down my face.
Hours pass as I lay there looking outside the window. Why did you have to leave me alone mom? I question knowing she wouldn't answer. My mother was my best friend and hero. She raised me all by herself and always had a smile on her face. I guess you can never really tell how hurt and broken a person is from the outside until they decide to show it. My mother overdosed on sleeping pills and left me here alone with these awful people.
Maybe I should just end it all. Finally reunite with my mother, and ask her why she would do that to me. I seem to have no purpose, and no one would miss me. I could probably disappear for a good while before anyone would even know I was gone. Tom would be the first to notice when he came to satisfy the needs Courtney couldn't. Neither one of them would report me missing if it meant they kept getting paid. I slip into my black hoodie and skinny jeans before grabbing my tennis shoes and climbing out of the window.
Looking back I stop for a minute, that's when I noticed I forgot the locket mother gave me. Retrieving the locket, I put in on and climb down the lattice before running off down the dark, wet road.
