Republished
Kat's POV
When we are children do we think that we might forget our here and now?
I mean I never really had much of a childhood especially in the foster care system.
In the total of 14 years of being here I do not remember being loved one ounce or even one rain drop in a thousand years. Except for from the other kids
Should I open my eyes or leave them closed for all of eternity? Ugh!
Scooting up off the floor and fluttering my eyes open like a bothered moth, I groan from the wave of pain that washes over me.
The feeling of something cool running down my face, makes me close my eyes.
I feel myself falling back into unconsciousness.
"This is the 5th time in 2 days, we need to get help!" The person sounds frustrated.
"You know we can't." A calm voice starts to say.
"And Why the Fuck Not?" The other voice says and might I add quite loudly.
"Do you not remember the last time we went to go get help?"
It goes silent for some time before I hear a door slam.
"FUCK YOU!" Ethan yells, but not to any of us it's to them.
Now is the time for me to open my eyes.
Slowly I open my eyes and blink rapidly to get use to the light shining in from our window.
Sitting up I move over and flip my legs over the bed.
"Hey, Tay!" Luke says coming over to me and pulling me in for a tight yet gentle embrace.
I don't speak, I rarely do.
I don't hug Luke back either.
This is how I am, not one for physical contact with anyone and not one to speak.
Wincing slightly when Luke pulls back, I still feel a slight stinging sensation in my back where there are plenty of welts and marks on my back.
Standing up completely I leave the room ignoring everybody's silent protest.
They know that I won't listen if they tell me to sit back down, because even with all of the scars littered all around my body I know I still have work to do.
Heading to the kitchen I clean up the glass on the floor, and the other messes.
In the middle of throwing away the last peice of the beer bottles in the trash I start to get a migraine.
There is nothing I can do about it though.
I have no medicine and no money let alone freedom to go out anywhere except for school which doesn't start until christmas break is over.
America is also useless when it comes to child services otherwise we wouldn't be in this predicament.
But I'm just glad it's me in this situation instead of someone else, if I could I would want to take everybody's pain away, but I can't.
God is good though, he provides us food when others have none and even under these circumstances I am still grateful to have a roof over my head.
And at least I am loved by multiple people, they're all I need but not all i want.
When I get us out of here we will all stay in contact but we will all have our own families.
That's what I want.
Is to have a loving husband and a big family with plenty of kids so no one is lonely.
And I also want my kids to be 1-2 years apart so there isn't much of an age gap and they could have more intrests in the same stuff.
I groan as my head pounds, and I hear my heartbeat in my ears.
The sudden sound of a door opening doesn't reach my ears leaving me oblivious to what is around the corner.
Calming down a little I get up from the crouching position I was in, when the feeling of being pushed on the ground settles in.
I hit the ground with a thud and then I hear the sound of the belt.
Trying to get up as fast as I can I squirm around for a while before balancing myself on my feet.
"You Bitch!"I hear and I can feel my shirt being pulled since I cut off my hair a year ago, because they used to pull that instead.
Nobody has ever seen me with long hair.
"Let her go!" Bellamy shouts from across the kitchen he goes to hit Nolan but Roland hits him in the head
Holding back a scream I stand still and silent as I clench my Jaw tightly.
"NO! Not him."I grit through my clenched teeth and end up following Nolan as he leads me through the house I am brought into the Red room.
The room where most of my torture happens.
Hearing Roland drop Bellamy on the floor into the closet next door I let out a breathe of relief.
He's safe.
My relief is soon replaced by coldness as soon as I hear the door behind me close indicating they're ready for me.
I inwardly sigh ready to feel my punishment when it never comes.
Confused I go to turn around but feel a foot in my back kicking me to the ground.
I groan slightly but barely making them angry and as I lay on my stomach I hear the sound of a belt coming off or should I say two.
The slashes come and silence follows behind since I muffled my cries by biting my bottom lip.
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