The Fosters (x reader)

Waking up

You wake up unaware of your surroundings. You're in an extremely uncomfortable bed. You look around the room to see tattered wall paper on the bare walls as well as rustic wood flooring.

As your gaze searches the room, you find the door. You quickly get out of bed, not even bothered by how cold the floor was. You twist the knob several times but it won't budge. It's locked from the outside.

You look around the room, terrified. It was empty other than a bed and a dresser. You head to the dresser to search the drawers, but you find that they are all empty, but one.

In the last drawer you opened, you find a box.

After opening the box, you find that it is completely empty except for a picture and a note. The picture is of what you  assume is you when you were about two. You were held by a woman. You've never seen a picture of you this young, but you just know.

The note read as follows:

"Dearest sister,
I hope you're finding your stay comfortable. Here's a memory just for you. I'll check in soon.
Xoxo, James

You quickly begin pacing the room. You still held on to the picture, staring at it, memorizing it. What if this was your mother?

Sitting back on the bed, you hug your knees close to your chest. So many thoughts flushed through your mind all at the same time.

Where is he? Is he watching me right now? How worried is everyone right now?  Will they be able to find me? Where am I?

All of a sudden the door handle begin to turn. You pulled the blankets over you, terrified of what might happen. You were too scared to move, too scared to scream. You just lay there, hiding under the blanket. You heard movement in the room after the dot crashed opened. After a moment, everything was silent.

You hoped, and hoped that you were alone again. After laying there for what felt like hours, you decided to peek over the blanket.

You find that the room was indeed, empty.

It took every ounce of courage in your body to get out of bed, but you did it. There was a folded piece of paper slid under the door.

The paper read:

Follow the directions. Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get disciplined.

You felt a tear fall down your cheek. You knew what you had to do. You had to leave the room.

You grabbed the picture, and did as you were told. The hallway was gloomy and creaky, and smelled old and dusty. Wherever you were, you were sure that you'd never been here before.

At the end of the hallway, you found a living area. Couches, a table, tv. It looked like a normal house.

The walls were covered in pictures. There was the same girl in every picture: you. There were several with the same woman from the one you held in your hand.

Some of the pictures were of you and other children; two girls and two boys. Everyone looked happy. As you continued through the room, you found one picture that stood out. You were with a man, possibly your dad. The two of you looked so close, and happy.

Interrupting you from your thoughts came a voice from around the corner. You searched the room for something to use as a weapon, but you found nothing.

"Y/n?" You heard.

You turn to face the voice. It was James.

"Look, I know you're scared, and I know that this is a lot to take in, but I promise, it will only go up from here." He said closing the door behind him.

"W-why am I here? What do you want?" You asked in a shaky voice.

"I want.." He started. "I want us to be a family, like old times." He said gesturing to the pictures.

"I have a family. My family loves me." You told him.

"Don't, talk about them. I am your family. I love you. "

"My mom's a cop you know. She will find me." You said. "She won't give up until she does."

"I suggest you stop right there." His voice turned stern, and frightening.

"You are not, and will never be, my family. You kidnapped me. You're a monster. " You said, your voice shaking as you spoke.

"I warned you." He said. "Bad girls must be disciplined."

You started regretting ever opening your mouth. Suddenly, he charged at you, grabbing and holding you in his arms. You tried to fight his grasp, but his hold was too strong. You started hitting and kicking, and before you knew it there was an extremely painful shock in your abdoman. He'd tased you.

You stopped squirming and held the spot that had just been tased. You felt the tears falling down your face.

James took you into another room where he set you onto a table. You wanted to get up and run, but you were hurt and it would take a lot to get up right now.

You looked up to see him walking towards you. You tried to get up, but by the time you could even sit up he had already made it to the table and stuck a needle in your arm.

After a moment you felt drowsy. James laid you back down, very gently. You looked at him one last time before you were out.