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"So how do you two know each other?" Zae asked

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"So how do you two know each other?" Zae asked.

"She was one of my friend's social workers," I explained vaguely. Sienna's family loved Titi so when she needed a family they happily adopted her.

I remember the reason she had to get adopted in the first place, I clenched my fist. Her foster father had been touching her and the only reason I found out was because he tried to do the same thing.


I had gone over to Titi's house to study for a big test. I knock on the door and a big, old man opens it.

"Who are you?" his gruff voice asked. I knew she was being fostered but not by an old man.

"I'm Naomi, Titi and I are supposed to be studying together, is she here?" I asked, trying to be polite. He nodded and opened the door for me, Titi was in the kitchen.

I greeted her and we both went upstairs. After a while I told her I was going to go downstairs to get drinks.

I was fixing us glasses of water when Ron, who I had been previously told his name, put his hand on my shoulder.

I flinched because I wasn't expecting it. I raised my eyebrow at him silently asking him what he wanted. He slid his hand down my back to my bottom to my ass.

Now I knew that wasn't an accident. I yanked away from him furiously. I turned around and he caged me in between to counter, his hands on both sides of me.

He leaned closer and that was when my body finally reacted to what was happening. I kneed him in his balls. Then I grabbed one of his wrists, ducked under it and twisted it behind his back.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I growled in his ear. Did this man really try to sexually harass me? I didn't give him time to reply, I hit his head against the counter. Unfortunately it wasn't hard enough to knock him out. I pushed him away and ran upstairs.

If he tried this with me I needed to know if he tried on Titi too. I went up to her room and paced nervously while she just watched me. There was really no easy way to say it.

'Hey has you foster father ever tried to rape you?' No. 'Has he ever tried to touch you?' No. 'Are you safe here?' No. 'Do you like it here?' Yes.

"Do you like it here?" I asked, looking in her eyes, wanting the truth. She looked at me shocked before hesitating.

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