Sua Farfalla

He was my Peter Pan

(A/N: Strong content ahead. Read at your own risk)

Jenna's POV:

As I get home I already start feeling anxious. 

My uncle's car is parked on the driveway.

The bus stops and I stand in its door, thinking of a way to avoid what's to come. 

But as always, I find none.

I get out of the bus after practically being thrown out by the driver, who kept saying he had better things to do than wait around for a 'diva' like me to decide what she wants to do.

I slowly approach the door to my house and open it quietly, hoping to be able to go up the stairs and into my room unnoticed.

As I open it I hear Gerald and Mandy talking outside. 

I released I deep breath of air I didn't know I was holding once I realized I was nowhere near their line of vision.

I quickly skipped up the stairs and almost flew into my bedroom, locking the door to make sure no one would get to me.

As I turn around though, the air is forcefully knocked out of my lungs from a brutal push.

Great, my uncle is here. 

Nice to see you too... dumbass.

I try my best to catch my breath and once I do I look up, only to regret it completely. 

Roger was standing there as if he owned me, smirking down at what I know he didn't see as his foster niece, but as a punching bag.

"Jenna my beautiful little object, it's been a while, hasn't it?" He said, "I was beginning to forget how good this felt".

It came as no surprise, his attack I mean. He's been abusing me for the past four years, from the first day I was put in this foster home. 

'It'll be transitory' I had said to myself the second I arrived at this bloody house, but I knew I was lying. 

Nobody want to adopt a seventeen year old teenager, they only want cute babies.

He grabbed me by my shirt's collar and pushed me to the door, pressing his nasty nails into my arms' skin. 

He did it to the point where I could see blood coming out. 

Not that anyone would even notice or care how suspicious it is for a person to have nail marks on them.

Rogers then puts his head in the crock of my neck and inhaled deeply, an action that always disgusted me to the point where I gagged.

Suddenly, his hand collapsed with my left cheek making a few of the tears I was holding back roll down my face.

"Who the hell do you think you are to gag at what I do?" He spat angrily into my face, spitting a few saliva drops while doing so. 

I fought the urge to scrub them out, knowing it would only anger him even more.

That's the thing with him, if I fought, he'd like it and get even more aroused. If I don't respond at all though, he quickly gets bored and leaves me.

So I stood there, looking into his light brown eyes expressionless, waiting for him to end this and be on his way.

He caught me off guard though when he harshly started to stroke my hair, smirking devilishly whilst chuckling.

Roger suddenly got near my ear and darkly whispered "next time I show up honey, we're gonna switch the routine a little bit, it's getting boring wouldn't you say?"

I must admit I felt the urge to snicker at that remark, but decided otherwise and simply tried to make out what he meant by 'switch the routine'.

As if sensing my confusion, he dropped me to the floor once more, causing that little shitty bone in my ass to hurt like a b***h. 

I hate it when that happens.

As I look up I see him smirk one more time before lowering his hand to his shaft and stroking himself against his pants.

I wanted to vomit, I really did, but I was too shocked to react, and all I could do at that time was stare helplessly while he pleasured himself. 

All through the process he didn't take his eyes off me, which made the whole situation a lot creepier.

He moved his hand one more time before roughly grabbing my collar again and caging me between his body and the door.

"That'll be your new job as in from next time we see each other, darling. Get ready, because I won't care whether you like it or not. I sure as hell will"

He suddenly pushed me to the other side of the room, making me collide with my lamp, cutting my cheek in the process with the broken glass.

He took one more glance in my direction, a smirk still plastered on his face, before he opened the door and left me standing there.

At that point, I couldn't register what just happened. 

I simply picked the shattered glass and threw it into the trash. 

After that, I got into the shower after feeling the need to scrub every part of my body uncontrollably.

I felt dirty.

After a few minutes of rough cleansing, realization hit me and I started crying like a mad woman, my tears camouflaging with the droplets of the shower.

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I didn't get out of my room that night.

I didn't eat a thing, and I'm sure as hell my sobbing can be heard from a mile away, not that anyone cares.

My foster parents are more than aware of this situation, but never once showed any intention to help me.

They didn't want to adopt me in the first place. 

All they ever wanted was the money the government would give them for taking care of me.

It's been like that with the both of us. Austin and I. 

He was adopted by Gerald and Mandy a couple of months before me. 

He was my only light, and always defended me against uncle Roger. 

But on his eighteenth birthday, he grabbed the first opportunity to get out of this hellhole and never looked back.

I was hurt to say the least, to believe he'd just left me alone with them shattered my heart in a thousand pieces. 

But I can't blame him though. 

I loved him. 

He was my brother, and as long as his safe, then my heart is at peace.

Still, I can't help but be selfish from time to time and hope he'd still be here with me.

Many people don't know what it feels like to lose your light...

He was my Peter Pan, always trying to make me have happy thoughts. 

And when he flew away, he took all of them with him.

Now I'm just a lost kid.