Rush hour 3 (A Different version)

I still don't know your home

"I really don't have any friends, you know..."

"Hmm?"

"Yeah. ", she said, looking down her feet, kicking a rock, "And no one really takes me too... They just pick me up, take me to their homes, keep me for about 2 days, and then back to foster care"

"That's ... Sad", i said. I hated it. I hated everyone. They feel like they can treat people like shit, whenever they want to. We fosters don't really have much of a choice though. That's how we live.

I stayed quiet.

"You remind me of... My days... Back when I was a foster."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, they treated me like that too. But I never got picked anyways, but I always wanted to.. Nobody wanted me. Who would want to take in an ugly, dirty, criminal kid, right?"

"You're not a criminal, dude"

That hit me. She doesn't know that right now, she's walking across the streets with the leader of the triads...a gangman, and more accurately, a criminal! God I'm in such a mess...

We walked across a few blocks, until we reached my apartment. She dropped me off, and went to the orphanage.

Ang's P.O.V. :

I dropped off Kenji, and started to walk to the orphanage. As I did, the rain began to slow down a bit. And then I felt it. The pain in my stomach.

It was hurting so bad. My recent beating was a lot worse than the one before. I hated the matron. I HATED him. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't. I had no choice. He used to touch me inappropriately, and best us girls, especially me, for every mistake we made. I searched my bag for my painkillers, but they weren't there. Dammit... Now i had to bear the pain and walk home...

I went to the orphanage. The matron looked at me. He was standing right in front of the door. He asked me where I went and a lot of dumb questions. And then he TOUCHED my shoulders, and told me to go to my room...

I went inside, feeling the anger inside me. I took a deep breath, and let it all out. I went to the bathroom, and washed my face, and took off my makeup. My face was full of bruises of black, blue and yellow, and a cut across my cheek. I looked so horrible... Suddenly, I quinced in pain and fell on the floor. I got up using all of my body's strength, and lifted my shirt up to reveal a bruise the size of a grapefruit... Oh God... Then I remembered, oh right,... Painkillers. I absolutely forgot about them.

I searched my drawers and found the pills. I took one out and popped it in my mouth.