My history, unknown. I may be 14 but a gruesome 14 years it's been. Over 9 foster homes, all uniquely different. some torturous, some amazing. But where I am now I almost want to hide in a box. Slaps and abusive words, a small beat up house, with only the outdoor cat as a "companion." I sit in my room. The walls beige, as I cry. My shoulders to my chest, as my red cheeks splash tears on my jeans. I look around. I have a poster hung up and a closet with a few clothes. "What are you doing?" Cheryll, my foster mom storms in and looks at me in disgust. She holds a lit cigarette and she's wearing short shorts and messy hair. She screams, "Get in the corner." My mind races. Not again. "No!" I scream. "Please I didn't do anything!" She walks out as a shiver in the corner, my lips trembling. She comes in with the knife. She always threatened me with this very day. "I'm so tired of you and you're bitchy little attitude! Your every move disgusts me! I swear I've been ready for this." She says, her steaming face directly in front of mine. "Jace!" She yells for her husband. He walks in with a bottle of liquor in his hand and sets it down on my bed. "Oh well looks here! Scar-Face is getting a big surprise now isn't she?" Did he have to mention my scar?... My eyes pouring with tears as I kick and scream. Jace grasps my limbs together as Cheryll flips the knife. Pain, excruciating. I count the seconds. "One, two, three, four." My eyes flutter closed as I here them laughing with glee.
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Phantom
FanfictionWhen a young 6 month old baby is dropped off at a park, the darkest family picks her up, and she sound lands in foster care. after over 9 foster homes she finds the one. but how long will this one last?
