Abused Foster

Three

TRIGGER WARNING!

Abuse
Se*ual ass*ult
R*pe
Trauma
Flashbacks

My lungs ached from crying so hard.
My heart broke at every lashing.
It was all I could do to bear everything and keep from crying, or screaming. Otherwise I knew what would happen.

My mom died when I was born. I never got to meet her.
My dad named me, and raised me until I was about 16 when he started drinking heavy, and none of his attempted relationships worked out.

"It's your fault she's gone!"

He would scream at me. Throw stuff at me. Throw me into walls.

At one point...

"You fucking whore, how many times do I have to tell you be home by 10?" He bellows, slamming the hallway bathroom door open.

"Wha- it's only two minutes past—!"
I got cut off by him slamming me into the wall behind me, his hand gripping my throat.

A pain shot down my spine after he did so and I immediately started scrambling to get his grip off my throat.
I can't breathe!!

"You know what little fucking whores like you deserve?"
Tightening his grip on my throat, he began pulling my shorts off.

"Wait- no please, Dad! Please!!" I choke out a scream, causing him to hit me in the side of the head.

"Shut the fuck up, Addison," he growled, unzipping his pants...
      "It'll be over soon."

      "Addison! Addison!!"

     I lurch awake, gasping in the process and coughing while doing so, as if I had actually relived my nightmare.

     I bring my hand up to my throat and shakily feel over it.

It's okay Addison. Breathe. It was just a dream.

     "Addison, are you okay?" A soft voice beside me cooed.

     I flinch slightly, still recovering from my nightmare.

      "You were screaming in your sleep.. I came to check on you," he continued.

      Tears fill up in my eyes until they finally fall.
My cheeks are soaked in a matter of seconds.

     "I-I'm okay.." I manage to say between sobs.

     I notice him reach over, and flinch away, afraid to be hit.

He's not your dad! Stop flinching.

      "Sorry- I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I can leave," he says, standing up.

       Which one are you..? Gah.. I'll figure it out later.

      I manage to nod lightly, to which he somehow sees in the darkness of my room.

      "Let me know if you need me. I'll be up."

     "W-wait," I say, causing him to halt as he opens the door.
     "I-I don't know-"

"Jace. My room is at the end of the hall," he says before exiting and shutting my door quietly.

I sit up, leaning against my bed having fallen asleep on the floor earlier.

I'm not gonna sleep for a while..