The abused little sister

Chapter 1- Home

VIVIAN'S P.O.V.

"You know I think you're sisters are really happy that you're going to live with them." Martha, my social worker said from the driver seat of her optima. I looked down at my skateboard without saying anything. Martha muttered something that I couldn't make out. She didn't really like me but I could tell she was trying to be nice since she wouldn't be seeing much after this. My two oldest sisters had custody of me now.

All I knew about my sisters were their names and ages. Jessica was twenty seven, Phoebe was twenty four, and Alexis was sixteen; a year older than me. It didn't matter though. I'm sure they'll abuse me like everyone else who was supposed to take care of me. They probably only agreed to take me in because they felt bad.

I rolled the wheel of my skateboard. I'd bought it from Punisher Sports Gear when I was ten. It was probably the only thing of mine I really cared about, besides my ipod. I was wearing my usual black converses, skinny jeans, and red tank top that had a skull and cross bones on it. My arms were covered in bracelets to hide the fading scars from my third foster mom. She'd loved digging her nails into my arms whenever she was mad at me. Which was all the time.

My dark brown, slightly wavy, hair was hanging down a few inches past my shoulders. "We should be there in about twenty minutes." Martha said. I didn't say anything. I didn't talk much. My fifth foster parents had hit me every time I talked so I just got used to not saying much. I've had a total of six foster parents and everyone of them hated me.

JESSICA'S P.O.V.

"Is the guest room ready?" I asked walking into our guest room. We were redoing it to be Vivian's room. Phoebe and Alexis were taking the covers off the bed and clearing out anything of ours in it. We were going to take Vivian shopping to buy clothes, covers for the bed, and anything else she needed. The guest room was pretty plain, with a twin sized bed in the center with the head board against the wall, a bedside table on either side, a dresser on the far wall, and a small table across from the bed with a tv on it.

"It's gonna be really plain." Alexis said walking to stand in the doorway next to me. "Well we're taking her shopping so by tonight it should look..better." Phoebe said. We switched off the light and walked downstairs to the living room. Our parents died six years ago so Alexis had to move in with me and Phoebe. We hadn't known about Vivian until our uncle told us. For some reason our parents hadn't told us. I guess they hadn't had enough money for another kid. We'd always been pretty poor.

Our uncle John told us about her. Our parents always meant to but never did. I wished they'd told me when I moved out. I would have let her stay with me. There was a knock at the door and we all went to answer it. A middle aged woman was standing on the other side with a teenage girl that had to be Vivian.

"I'm Martha," The woman introduced herself, shaking my hand, "And this is Vivian." She motioned with her hand to Vivian. She was staring at her shoes like they were the most interesting thing in the world. There was a backpack slung over her shoulder and a skateboard in her arm. "I'm Jessica," I said motioning to myself then motioned to Phoebe and Alexis, "And this is Phoebe and Alexis."

"Do you want to come in?" I asked Martha. "I can't, I have some where to be." She answered, "But I have to give you this. It's Vivian's file." She pulled a large folder our of her purse and handed it to me. She said her good byes then walked back to her car.

VIVIAN'S P.O.V.

"Come in and we'll show you around." Phoebe said. I walked into the house and Jessica closed the door behind me. Phoebe looked kind of like me, with dark brown hair and green eyes. Hers was straight and stopped at her shoulders, and my eyes were a darker green than hers. Jessica and Alexis both had blonde hair, Alexis's was curly and Jessica's was straight, and they both had light blue, sort of grayish, eyes.