amour plastique

01

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"You stupid girl! Where the hell were you?"

"I told you that I was at Lani's."

"You probably lied you little slut."

"Dad, no I'm not lying. I was at Lani's studying."

"Don't talk to me like that! You stupid bitch. I wish you were never born." My dad got up and stomped over to me. He grabbed my wrist and I yelped from his hard grip.

"Dad please! Stop!"

His palm came into contact with my cheek, and left a sting across my face.

"You are the reason why your mother died! You killed her you selfish bitch!"

Tears rolled down my eyes from his harsh words.

"I didn't ask to be born!" I yelled back, in rage.

He pushed me to the floor, but I hit my head on the wall behind me.

I felt the back of my head and saw blood on my fingers. By now I was crying hard, with a headache forming.

"Stop your crying you useless whore." My dad scoffed then walked away, leaving me to cry on the living room floor.

I was 14.

I was 14 when I was stripped away from my father, and put into foster care. I still loved him, even if he put me through hell for my whole life. I was blamed for the death of my mother, cut, hit, kicked, punched, but I still managed to love him.

I was in and out of foster care; many different families, but I still couldn't trust anyone. I was teased by my foster siblings for being quiet, and distant. They didn't know the true reason why I am like this. In one of my past foster homes, the oldest brother took advantage of me when I was sleeping. I woke up in the middle of it, and he put his hand on my mouth to keep me quiet.

No one wants an older kid to adopt, so from then to now, I am still a foster kid.

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"Brynn, we found a new family for you." The social worker, Kelly, told me. "Time to pack a bag, and maybe this time, it'll be different." She faintly smiled at me.

I nodded and began to pack my bag of essentials.

I walked to the bathroom and packed my bathing things, and anti-depressants . I changed out of my pajamas and into a new pair of clothes. I looked at the scars that laid on my thighs; cuts that I made throughout the years. I recently stopped three months ago, and I'm still trying to stay strong. I quickly put on my jeans then finished changing.

I walked out and was greeted by Kelly.

"Are you ready?" She asked with a faint smile.

"It's not only my twenty something house, Kelly." I sighed.

"Come on Brynn, remember what the doctor said, positive vibes only." She smiled and I faked one.

"What's this family like this time?" I asked her as we got into her car.

"They're a happy couple, Janice and Drew Morrison. They have a daughter that's in the same grade as you. Sad news is, is that you're moving to a different city, because of what happened last time with, you know." She looked over to me and smiled.

"What city? And no brother?" I asked, feeling nervous.

"No brother." She gave an assuring smile. "But you'll be living lavishly in Malibu. You got to see their house, Bry. It's like a mansion."