Scars Untold

Part 2

That was the last thing I remember from that day. I woke up at home the next day with a major headache and my whole body hurt. Mama told me that her and Dad came to the school and took me home.
I don’t know what happened to the 2 boys who bullied me because the following day, the divorce was finalized, and I had to move away with Mama. My mom got arrested for
doing drugs and Dad didn’t want me so I was forced into foster care. It felt as if my whole life was crashing down around me.
About two years later, I had to move back to my hometown
where ironically, my new foster mother lives. Her name is Lisa and she’s about 35 years old. She
has a small, but cozy, house in front of a small park.
“You must be Jessica!” she said.
“It’s just Jess,” I say, with a forced smile as she shows me to my room. It has a window looking out to the park and there I see one of the boys who bullied me in the 7th grade, Marco Gomez.
“Sorry it’s not much, but it’s home,” She says with a bright smile like she’s actually happy to see
me. “I’m about to go pick up a few things from the grocery store, do you want anything Jess,”
she asks. “Jess?” she asks one more time.
“Oh yeah, sure. Thanks.” I say distractedly.
"Do you think you’ll be okay by yourself here for a few minutes?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thanks again Lisa,” I call out. I get my phone, go outside, and sit on a bench as I see Lisa drive away. I pull out my earbuds and start listening to my favorite playlist and after a few minutes, there’s a tap on my shoulder.