The fosters meeting 2

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POV (Rose)
"It all started when I turned 7, my parents would hit me and if I needed to yell back they put me in the car and drove me far away. I had to find my way back home, weather it was snowing, raining or there was a tornado. Sometimes I would be out for days trying to get home, asking for directions and begging people to buy me a drink. When I turned 8, I became very depressed and my parents sent me to a therapist, I didn't talk to her, she thought I couldn't speak. I couldn't at the time, I was in shock all the time, I couldnt move without worrying it was the wrong move. I would hide in my closet, only getting meals then running back to my escape." I started to tear up and Luce came over and hugged me. I texted her, thanks <3.

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