[COMPLETE] I looked at my mom's blue eyes. They held love. Her kind of love. Empty yet full of all her emotions at the same time. It was hard to explain. While her face remained calm, her eyes screamed of fear, joy, anger, love, sadness, pleasure and hatred. She didn't flinch. The traces of emotion rested within her blue irises and her black pupils. Those were the parts that held her screaming soul. Her raging spirit. Her crying mind. A child who had to grow into a woman she did not want to be. She raised the gun toward me. Warning. This story contains: - Abuse - Drug abuse - Violence - Kidnapping - Rape - Explicit descriptions

A new foster home? What good does it do for me? I'll just be kicked out anyway. No one ever keeps me. I'm just trouble. My attitude is the biggest reason I'm kicked out of my foster homes. My name is Cameron. I am 17 years old and been in foster care since I was 10 after my parents died. Jason? Noel? Erick? Lee? They are just my foster brothers. (It's an all boy foster home.) The people who run the place..Well, not run but own the place are Kyle and Torres.