Katarina walks into the house, and is greeted by Mrs. Stanton who backhands her. A stain of a red handprint blooms on her cheek. Spoiling her otherwise fair complexion. “That is for lying.” She snarls before pulling her hand back to slap Katarina again. “And this is for not cooking for these beggars. The lot of you need to be earning your keep.” She says before slapping Katarina again.”
Katarina lifts her hand to her face, after the shock of being assaulted and feels the hot red spot on her face. “You aren’t allowed to hit foster kids.” Kat says.
Mrs. Stanton laughs, a full on belly laugh. “Do you think they give a crap about you or the other brats? Soon enough, you’ll be out of here and I won’t have to see anymore.” She says, raising her slurring voice. Katarina looks over at the coun
