A Thomia adoption story (regular updates every 4 days)
its pretty much like every other adoption story, please don't be a ghost reader
requests for additional characters are always open (ether in the comments or message me) but i am always writing 8...
⚠trigger warning (some dark subjects are mentioned in this chapter)⚠
Chloe's POV
I was woken up this morning by an older girl dumping a bucket of ice water on my head. "Get up stupid." she cackled
"Or don't it's not like anyone's going to adopt you anyway" her friend said
"Leave her alone morons" Lexi yelled storming over. Lexi is super nice. She always stands up for me when I get picked on. She is one of the oldest girls in the orphanage. "You ok Chloe?" she asked
I nod "yes but Mr. Giggles is soaking wet" I hold him up
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↑lexi ↓Mr.Giggles
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"Let's put him on a towel and get you ready" she smile picking me up
We grab a towel from the bathroom and wrap him up. She helps me get ready in this
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They are the only nice clothes I have; the rest are all torn and stuff. Lexi and I quickly head down stairs before Ms. Kelly or Mr. Henry comes and yells at us. Mr. Henry and Ms. Kelly are our "caretakers," except they don't care about us at all. Ms. Kelly always hits us when even a hair is out of place. Mr. Henry is worse, we're like servants to him. Well servants he r*pes anyway. I walk outside into the yard because there aren't parents out there and I can run around without having to worry about breaking anything. The yard is pretty empty except for some older girls, I steer clear of them as best I can because they always pick on me.
Becca the one who poured water on my head this morning comes sprinting outside "OMG OMG!! THOMAS AND MIA PETROU ARE HERE" she exclaims.
The rest of the girls start bouncing up and down squealing things like
"I hope they pick me," or "they are so going to choose me," and "i would totally be a great addition to they hype house"
I'm really lost, so I do the stupidest thing possible and ask them "who are they and what's the hype house?"
They turn to face me, Becca sneers "where you eavesdropping brat" she pushes me to the floor
"No" I whisper "you were just yelling"
"Well it's not like they are going to pick you" one of them sneers
"I don't care if they pick me or not I was just wondering who they were '' I sigh. I realize talking back to them was probably a bad idea but I was curious
"Of course they're not going to pick you, look at you you're ugly and stupid" Becca laugh slapping me. They all laugh as they beat me up, each hit more painful than the last. I already have a lot of bruises so the pain was becoming unbearable.
"P-p-p-pl-please s-s-stop th-that h-h-hurts" I whimper curling into a ball
"Oh the cry baby wants us to stop" Becca sneers
I don't know what happened next because I blacked out. The next thing I know I am lying on a couch inside and a lady with long dark hair is sitting next to me, a large man is standing next to her. They are saying something but my ears are ringing so I don't know what it is.
