Adopted

Chapter 2

Amanda's POV

I grabbed my suitcase out of my closet and started filling it with all of my clothes. I am so excited to finally be leaving this hell of a foster home. I finished putting my clothes into my suitcase and went to get a backpack to put my other things in. Before I could open my door my foster mom did.

"You are so goddamn lucky you are being adopted. But you better not tell a soul what we have done to you or I will kill you." she said harshly.

"Okay." I said which makes her more mad.

"Don't be a little brat." she said slapping me so hard.

"What was that for?" I asked holding my throbbing cheek.

"Your being a little bitch to me." she said leaving the room.

I walked over to my mirror and I looked at my cheek. There was a red hand mark I'm going to have to cover up with makeup. I still have a lot of cuts and bruises from her so I will have to wear long sleeves till they go away. I found my backpack and put all my things in it. I put my three dairies in the front pocket so they wouldn't get ruined. I looked around my room to make sure I didn't forget to pack anything. I was really tired so I decided to go to bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed. I just had the worst dream. I dreamed that I was talking to my new mom and she asked me about my foster home. I told her about how my foster parents used to beat me. I went to sleep that night and my foster mom came in my room and killed me. I just can't talk about my foster home to anyone and I will be fine.