Adopting Laura

Heroes Don't Exist

Trigger warning: Rape implied but absolutley no graphic description. Please skip the second half or in fact the whole chapter if implied rape may upset you. Sorry and thanks!

*Laura's POV* 

I sit back on my bed and shove in my headphones. I put my iPod on shuffle but none of the music really matches my mood. I don't even now what mood I'm in, I'm so mixed up. I throw on a hoodie and tie the laces to my shoes and shinny down the drainpipe outside my window. I'm up on the second floor and the drainpipe is wobbly but I've sneaked out so many times this way that I don't even care anymore. As my feet touch the floor I hear a car pull up into the driveway. I run into a bush so I can see who it is. Julie. She looks awfully pleased, probably offloaded another kid, or brought another 'troubled' one in. She totters up to the door and lets herself in. She closes the door and I bolt for it before she makes it to the kitchen where she has a great view of the front of the Home, and therefore my escape.

I have a ten pound note in my pocket, that could buy me a bus ticket, but it won't take me far. I actually used to beg on the streets for a while, and saved up hoping to run away to lord knows where and be  done with Julie, the Home, and the kids. But Julie found me on the streets, she had known I was sneaking out and followed me. After I had collected about £7 she grabbed me, dragged me back to the adoption home and took my money. She went through my room until she found not only the rest of the money but my blades. Funnily enough, she didn't confiscate those, just took them out of the box I hid them in and threw them on the bed. She simply said,

"Now think about what you've done."

Well, now isn't the time to be caught. I held back the tears as I remembered the very first time I realised that Julie had manipulated me into hurting myself and now I can't stop. It's almost like a sick little addiction. I wipe my cheeck with my sleeve and walk straight into a person. I mumble my apologies and try to walk away, but they have me by the shoulders. My first reaction is to look up, and I do not see the person I hoped would be there. I see a tall, bald man with a scar around his face wearing a white vest and tattered khaki shorts. He looked familar, but I couldn't remember where from. I try to pull away again but he grips tighter. I struggle and flip a finger at him. His eyes darken. Crap.

"You put that finger down right now, or I'll teach you a lesson. In fact, I think I will. Come here!" He grabs me by my waist and hauls me over his shoulders. He wraps his big, rough hand around my mouth before I can scream. He carries me into an alleyway and throws me on the floor. It's only about 7:30 so there are people around, but who can see me here?

"If you scream, I'll knock your teeth out, you hear?" I don't respond. He grunts and grabs my hair, dragging me to the wall while I struggle on the floor. "Answer me, girl. Do. You. Hear?"

"I hear, I hear, get off me!" I winge. I curl up into a ball and he chuckles. He kicks me, right on my side and my ribs begin to hurt like hell.

"Talk like that to me again and I will break you. Your arms so you can't fight. Your legs so you can't run. Your ribs so you can't breathe. And if you still struggle, your neck. Now stand up." He stands back, clenching his hands into a fist, ready for any escape plan. I stand up, whimpering. I can feel the foot-shaped bruise forming on my right side, and it hurts every time I move. I am too scared to cry properly. I look down the alleyway, but already it is too dark to see if anybody is walking past, anyone who could help me.

"Now, little girl, I don't want any excuses or resistance. Do as I say or I will hurt you. Understand?" I nod. "Now. I want you to strip down to your underwear." i just stand there. Out of the darkness, a huge hand comes across my face in a deafening slap. In shock I stumble back, holding my face. As he raises his hand to do so again, I hurredly remove my shoes. He lowers his hand as I take off my hoodie.

"Keep going, I said down to underwear." So I remove my black top and undo my jeans, sliding them down my legs as he watches. Forgetting about the situation I'm in, my automatic reaction was 'thank God that I'm wearing matching underwear'.

"Good. That wasn't so hard was it? Now, come here, I'll do the rest." He smiles fiendishly and pulls me towards him.

*TO BE CONTINUED*

A/N ooooohhhhhh dramatic! This is going to be part 1 of 2, and don't worry, that is about as graphic as it gets. I'm going to France tomorrow, so I may publish this now, right the next two or three chapters of this and upload when I get wifi. Tell me what you think! Do you like the plot twist? Were you expecting it? I suppose it will have kind of a predicatable resolution but hey, it's going to be cute! So yeah, vote and comment and thanks if you actually read this!

~ S x