The Agent's Secret Daughter

Chapter 5

   I hated talking about this but I was the one that should tell this story not anyone else. I was the one who experienced it and went through It so it would only make sense I did it. I look up and see everyone looking at me with sympathy but I see hotch kiss I think Prentiss on the head. I'll ask Reid about that later but I started to talk about my worst foster family ever. If you could call it a family.

   "Next was a rodeo family of 11. This was the worst family I ever went to. I lost all my innocence here and I gave up on hope. I felt alone and worthless here. I was abused mentally, physically, verbally, and sexually." As I said that I saw Derek tense along with Reid but I continued talking even though tears threatened to leave my eyes.

   "My job there was to take care of all the animals and 5 children while cooking and cleaning by age 9. Oh they also took me away from my education but I learned from my favorite foster brother, Timothy Alston, he would let me read his books when my foster parents weren't home." I said as a tear escaped my face.

   "I can still remember my first beating there. It was nothing I ever faced before. They tied you to this pole and they would take branches, belts, and a homemade horse whip and hit you with it. They would also take knives or any sharp object around and cut you." I said as I started crying harder.

   Rossi came over, put an arm around me, and whispered, "You don't have to finish this, I can do it."

   I whispered back, "No, I have to. I need to tell my story for once without being reprimanded." And I continued on.

   "The night before the killings the whole family was getting beaten except me. I was watching the baby. The baby started crying and I couldn't stop him. My foster father came in and choked me out until I went unconscious. I didn't wake up until I heard gunshots." I said while looking up.

   "I was there from the age of 5 to 9. I only had 3 good memories with that family and it's when I went riding with Timothy and the times he let me read in his room and study his school work." I cried but also laughing at the good memories.

   "Gosh, I miss Timothy. he was the only one who cared."

   "When I woke up unconscious I tried to open my door but it was locked. I wanted to be the one killed, not them. I was tired of going through this. I wanted a break, I wanted to be free. I didn't get that."

   "My foster brothers, Trevor and Todd, were 4 and Tasha, my foster sister was 5 when they were killed by a slit to the throat in their sleep. My foster mom, Tara, 42, foster sister, Tabitha, 5, and foster brother, Taylor, 9 months old were all killed by suffocation. My foster brothers Timothy, 16, Travis, 13, and Tyler, 7, were killed by a shot in the head. Execution style just like the others. My foster father, Thomas, 44, and my foster sisters Tiffany, 14, and Tracy, 11, were stabbed and shot repeatedly. All the children were found with either bruises, cuts, or burns dating back years. I was found in the closet with bruises and cuts and crying for Rossi. When Rossi found me he was stunned by the huge hand mark around my neck." I said while looking up at Rossi who still had his arm around me.

   I wiped my eyes from all the tears and began to talk about my favorite foster family, the McCoys.

   "I then got to live with the best family ever. Even though I was jumpy and thought they were mad at me when they put the groceries down a little too hard, or when they folded the laundry quietly, which they were not. They never yelled and they gave me the best education. I went from a 7th grader to a 10th grader in the year they had me. They loved how smart I was and supported me with everything. It was the first time I was truly happy. My foster siblings were amazing and kind. My foster mother took me to Mount Vernon and Monticello which made me fall even more in love with history! My foster father was a historian and he would sometimes take me to his work and I would have a field day. I finally was given hope, love, and happiness. I forgot about the killings until a week after my 10th birthday when I heard a crash downstairs following screams."

   "My door was yet again locked. I wanted to save them. I beat on the door so hard my hand started bleeding. I called Rossi and he called the police. By the time Rossi and the Police arrived the killer was gone and my family was dead. The best family ever." I started to tear up again. " My foster sister, Elizabeth, was killed at age 5 by a slit to the throat. My foster brother, Alexander, was killed by suffocation at the age of 8. My foster father, Adam, was shot execution style when  he was only 29. My foster mother, Erin, was only 26 when she was stabbed and shot repeatedly. I was found with no new bruises."

    "Rossi then dropped me off here. At this awful place. The place that caused me so much pain." I said while shrugging Rossi's arm off me.

   I then take a breath before talking about the recent killings.

   A/N: Sorry this took so long to post. I am hoping to write 2-4 chapters today. Please tell me what you think about this chapter and what will happen next chapter between Maddie and Mrs. Davis in front of the team. Also who do you want to see more of?