I was moved to a small town about 2hrs and a half away from where I was from originally, I think they did this so I wasn't tempted to run back. I arrived at this new house which looked like there was dead people living under the porch, to find myself in a backyard with what seemed to be there own personal pool and trampoline. They were swimming.. there was 7 people... there was Delilah and Jamison, the parents, and than there was Jamison JR, Dallas, Damion, Ruby, and Samantha. I lived with them for 6 years. In those 6 years I had one person get me through the abuse from Damion and Jamison Jr, and his name was Daniel. He was my foster cousin and we were known as double trouble. When I was at home or around family he was my closest thing to feeling safe and human. When I was with other people my three friends were my besties. Emilia , Lizzie and Julia. We went to church which is where I started learning about GOD and how he's my father, he was my protection from what was happening. Knowing that he was keeping me safe, that he has a plan. Faith kept me going, I was happy.. for the most part even with the sexual abuse (nobody knew about it but me) I was trashed in high-school after telling the most popular girl where she could take her crap. Names like "fostered c-word" "slut" "whore" "orphan" "loser" "never going to belong" anyways I got into sports and music and art to keep my head out of the clouds, but than it all changed. After 6 years my foster brother Damion decided to light a box on fire in his room and we both got kicked out because they didn't think they could deal with us anymore. and this.... this is where I broke. I would never see my friends again.
Ps. This next chapter is SUPER triggering so please just if you can't handle it don't read.