Chapter 6
Aviana (Anna Reed)
11 years ago.
I sat in the middle of dinner in my new foster parent's home.
This was the third one in the span of 2 years and it was my second day here...
I hated it.
My new mom and dad were weird but not in a drug addict way like my old foster mom and dad were-in a "They belonged to a cult" way .
Maybelline, my foster mother's eyes were always open like her lids were glued open, she never blinked and she was too nice, the type of nice that made you sick to your stomach and queasy.
It was probably a front, since CPS were still watching the family but it didn't make it any less unnerving.
Dawson, her husband on the other hand was more playful- too playful even. He had managed to touch me in the ass by 'accident' in the twenty eight hours I had been here
