The Girl Who Lived

New Beginning

I went back into the system. It was a new family, they were a good family. There was a kid but he was in college and was never around. Plus the mom was actually really nice, kind and actually cared. But like always, it happened again. She had this boyfriend, all he wanted was my body. When I told her she actually believed me and called the cops on the guy! I was so happy there, I had a home! Then the scariest thing happened to me. She wanted to adopt me. I wasn’t expecting that, I thought I was just a useless teenager with issues, I was so scared. Tyler came home that weekend for winter break, he’s the brother that goes to college. I asked him what he thought of me being adopted by his mom, he said in the way a guy says thinking it makes them seem hot, 

“ I don’t really care, I mean you're beautiful and I wish you weren’t going to be my sister and all so we can have a relationship.” Which he then proceeded to wink at me. I was so scared and appalled, 

So I said: “ I need a home. I have been in foster care for years now and I would rather have a family than a boyfriend!”

 He just looked at me and said “I don’t want you as a sister I want you out of here. Make an excuse or something,” he said with a wave of his hand, “I just don’t care, I want you gone, got it?” I was so frustrated with this arrogant prick, the mom was so nice and yet this asshole was kicking me out, “FINE!” I yelled, putting as much hate as I could muster forward. That night before I could make my escape he cornered me and he said “I thought I told you to be gone” I said “I am just leaving” but he wouldn’t let me go he pushed me against the wall and stuck his tongue down my throat. I couldn’t breathe and so I slammed my hand against him and he just grabbed me harder. After I finally escaped and with the slamming of a door, I was gone. I ran for the third time in my life I was upset that all he wanted was a f*****g relationship. I was angry with myself for even considering being adopted, all families have an evil one. I turned myself in, hoping for the best, and asked for a foster home that was better than all the rest. But of course, that didn't exist so I was put into another crappy “home.” This one was a different crappy though it was crappy not because anyone wanted to have s*x with me, it was crappy because it was old and a group home for girls. I didn’t know these existed anymore. I was surprised but there was, of course, a flaw, it was so rundown so once again I ran I promised myself this was the last time I would run, while still being in foster care. For a different reason then what I thought it was going to be. I went to my next foster home after 11 months on the run, I was 16 when I got my new foster home it was the man. The man who raised me until I was 13, well raised wasn’t the right word but it was close to being raised. I was so scared I didn’t know what to do. He was the man who started all this running away. When I walked up the stairs I was muttering ‘f**k, s**t, f**k, s**t’ until I got up to the front door. When he opened the door he had a wife and 2 step-kids, the wife looked at me and said: “hello welcome to our home I hope you like it here!” I was so surprised I was speechless. I rarely talked. I was in that home for a long time. I started going to school again, but I was so behind. I had to get tutors in every class, but the one thing that was different was the family was supportive. The man who once fostered me was totally different now. He had a heart and he wasn’t perfect but I didn’t run this time. I stayed for a really long time.