"Daddy where are you going? Where's Mommy?" a 5 year old little Iris looked at her dad while the woman behind her held her. "Mommy is gone sweetie and now I have to go somewhere" he turned around looking at his daughter for the last time and he left. Suddenly I started seeing a bright light. Next thing I know I'm awake looking straight up at the ceiling. I sigh 'I hate having that dream' I thought then the door slammed open. I didn't flinch because after 11 years of it happening you get used to it. 'I saw my dad walk away not knowing I wouldn't see him after that. Once he left the woman that I don't know her name and she put my in a police car and we drove for about 15 minutes to a house. Once we got out she led me to the door and knocked, next thing I know the door opens for a woman with long wavy black hair and a man with brown hair walked out. "Is this the girl?" the man asks looking down at me I notice that he doesn't look happy and I also notice that he has a black rose tattoo and a clock on his arm. "Yes this is Iris". That's how it all began.' "Hey are you listening to me!" (the woman I later found out her name was Mira)yelled as she threw me off the bed. I may be 16 but I'm small. "I'm up I know the drill after 11 years you know" I say calmly and get up, she growls and punches me in the stomach making me fall back on my knees "well then hurry up and don't talk back to me". She walked out of the room and slammed the door. I waited for her to get all the way down the stairs before standing up to make sure if she came back in I wouldn't get as hurt. I got up and went to my bathroom in my room and took a shower in about 5 minutes. I dried my hair and looked in the mirror seeing all the scars and bruises that I had around my body, I sighed grabbing bandages and wrapping it up my arm around my palm like boxers do. I then went and put on black jeans, a dark purple tank top and then a black sweatshirt that's my only outfit because i'm a waste of space so I can't have anything. I walked down the stairs and saw Kent (the man) passed out on the stained brown couch with beer bottles all around him including the one that he broke yesterday and cut my arm with. "Hey come make breakfast you little shit!" I sigh everyday I think then I walk into the kitchen.
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The Forgotten
Teen FictionThe father that left and a mother who died. She has grown up in a foster home and she has ran more times than imaginable. She lives in Charleston, South Carolina. She's abused and wants to escape. No one notices anything. Maybe one day she could mak...
