Foster

Chapter 2

That wasn't the only thing that happened in my life, watching my parents drink. My mom wouldn't bathe me, so I figured how to do it on my own. "Oh sweetie, let me help." she said coming into the bathroom one night. She turned the water on, as hot it could go. I screamed as my skin burned. "You like that don't you?! Why did I even had you?! I should've had an abortion!" She cried. I kept screaming as she sunk to the floor and started crying. Her weakness was crying. I turned off the water and hopped over my mom and ran into my room. I locked the door and shoved my dresser there. My legs were bright pink, and stung.

I cried so hard that night, and I knew that was the end of me.

When I was about 14, I started my menstrual cycle, my mother would neglect me of the proper materials, so I went to school often staining my pants, and I had to steal some from the clinic. That year I was asleep and I'd gone a day without my parents abusing me. I heard footsteps so I opened my eyes, it was my father, I slightly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. He came closer to my bed and kissed my neck. My eyes shot wide open. "Daddy?" I said freaked out. "Sh, your mom went to the bar, it's just you and me." He said whispering in my ear. "Stop." I said after he kissed my neck some more. His hand slid up my shirt and grabbed my breast. I slapped his hands away and shoved him with all my might. "You perv! I'm calling the cops!!" I shrieked aiming for the phone beside my bed, he pulled my hands away and got on top of me. He smothered me and kept on kissing me. "Leave me alone." I said breathing hard. "Baby, you know daddy loves you right? You know that? He wants you to feel good." His hands slid up and down my body. "Leave me alone before I kick you in the balls." I threatened. He tried to slide down my pyjama shorts. That's when I moved my body around so that I was able to knee him right in the balls. He screamed and smacked me in the face. "You bitch! Just wait til' your mom gets here. We're gonna make your life hell!!!" He shouted and left the room.

When my parents say they'll make my life hell, they mean it. I had it all planned that I was going to run away. I grabbed enough clothes to fit in the suitcase and some personal items and I snuck out of the house that night. I didn't even turn back to give our old crappy house one last goodbye. I headed to the bus station. There was a mom and two kids, an old man, and a teenager(about 19) with a cigarette. "You running away?" he asked. I nodded. "That's what I did, my parents were shit. Fucking shit, abused me so much, neglected me..." He said crying. The mother of two glared at him and covered her kids ears. He went over to hug me. I hugged him tight. "Bro, I don't know you, but you're doing the right thing. You ever wanna chill, here's my number...call me." He said still crying. He scribbled his number on a piece of paper and handed it to me. I got on the bus, having no clue where it'd stop me and sat in the back near the window. The teenager waved his hand and I waved back.

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