The abused little sister

Finding out

PHOEBE'S P.O.V.

I leaned over Jessica's shoulder to try and read what the file said. She'd been reading for at least ten minutes and hadn't said a word. "Every foster parents she ever had abused her." Jessica said just as I'd started reading. I sat down next to her, "Is that all it says?" I asked. She shook her head, "It says what a few of them did." "What did they do?" Alexis asked.

"When she was eight they locked her in a closet after beating her and just left."

"Left? For what like a few hours?"

"No for almost three days. A neighbor came by and found her."

"That's terrible." Alexis said.

"I know, that's not even the worst." Jessica said, "It says one of her foster dad's was arrested for...attempted rape." She got a sad and worried look on her face and closed the folder. We were all quiet for a little while. We just found out we had a little sister now we find out she's been abused all her life.

"I want to go make sure she's ok. She seemed kinda upset when she left." I said standing up. I walked up the stairs to Vivian's room. She was sitting on her bed, watching tv and flipping through a magazine. "Hey." I said sitting at the foot of her bed. She tensed up a little, "Hey."

"Are you ok? You kind of ran off down there."

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, well, our grandfather has a horse ranch a few hours away and he really wants to meet you so we were gonna drive out tomorrow. Are you ok with that?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Ok. Goodnight." I stood up and walked to the door. "Oh, and," I stopped by the door and turned back around. She got a little nervous when I turned back. "I know that me, Jessica, and Alexis don't really know you and didn't really know about you until a few days ago but you're still our little sister. You can talk to us or come to us about anything. Ok?"

"Ok." She said weakly. I switched off the light and left, closing the door behind me.

VIVIAN'S P.O.V.

I put up my magazine and laid down. It seemed like I might be able to trust them but I just couldn't. Even if they are my sisters that doesn't change anything. The last time I trusted someone it came back to haunt me.

*****FLASHBACK*****

Martha led me into a small brick house in a small neighborhood. I was only seven and this was going to be my second foster home. When we entered the house we were immediatly greeted with the smell of fresh baked cookies. A tall woman who looked like she was iin her fifties walked over to us followed by a man who looked to be the same age. The woman had flour on her hands and a little on her cheek.

Martha talked to them for a few minutes while I walked around the house. It was small and cozy looking. There was a small living room with a L shaped couch and and fire place. There was a narrow hallway that led to four different rooms. Three were bedrooms and one was a bathroom. I walked back into the kitchen just in time to tell Martha bye. "Do you want some cookies?" The woman asked. I nodded. She picked me up and sat me on the counter next to a tray of sugar cookies.

My last foster home, the one i'd been in since I was one, never let me have junk food. If I ever snuck some they'd lock me in my room all day and not feed me. So I didn't really know what cookies tasted like. When I took a bite of one of them I discovered they were delicous! It took a matter of seconds for me to eat every cookie on the tray.