Daisy POV
As I stared at my dead parents on the ground, I wondered when my life became a living hell. I guess it's because my mother gave birth to me.
As for my father, my mother told me, he threw money at her and told her to get an abortion. For some stupid reason she kept me, she thought once my father saw me he would marry my mother and leave his wife.
Once she found out he would never be with her, she began the abuse. The first slap to my face was on my first day of school back in preschool. She had to sign a form, but she hit me because she thought I was a forgetful bitch.
2 years after that, she married a gang member to support her, but he decided to get her hooked on drugs, so he could pimp her out. At first, she had sex in the streets, but later on, she would bring the men home with her.
There were a few cases where they almost raped me, but my stepfather stopped them, unlike my mother. Even though he wasn't my dad, he gave me money to buy necessary things, unlike my mother who would spend it on drugs.
I heard the noise of a police siren coming closer and closer until there was a knock at the door. My body moved on its own to open the door, I was met with a stern face.
"Do you know where your parents are?"
I grabbed his hand and began dragging him toward where their bodies lay. He was shocked at first, but he called in the parametric.
"Sir they died from overdose," he looked at me with pity, I don't want his sympathy, they were terrible parents. All I wanted in my life was a normal family, but in the end, I got the abuse of strangers.
"Call child services, let them deal with the kid." Does he not know that I'm in the same room as him? How would he like it if I said call the retirement home, let them deal with the old person?
"Hey, what's your name?" I haven't really talked ever since the abuse started. I did call my stepfather, dad before, but that ended with me getting hit by my mom.
I grabbed my dry-erase board and wrote down my name. I remembered the time when my stepfather bought it for me. He was pissed I wasn't talking anymore.
He slapped me and my head hit the wall, but he felt bad afterward and bought me this so that I can communicate.
"OK, Daisy, you're going to follow this lady to a foster care home." I nodded my head and began following a lady who was dressed in pink.
She stank of cheap perfume, once we got into the car she began telling me some information, but I preferred not to pay attention to them.
When the car finally stopped, I jumped out of the car, the building looked so run down. Maybe it looks bad on the outside and good on the inside, kind of like a pineapple.
I was dead wrong, when I got inside it was mostly filled with older teens. I guess since I'm 18, I got sent here instead of a place with more kids.
"Kaitlin, bring her to your room."
This person looked like she was somewhere between 17-18. When she opened the door it was messy inside as if nobody had cleaned in here for 4 years. There is probably no way to clean it but by burning this whole room down.
"You get the top bunk, there's only one bathroom so don't take too long or the others will be mad at you." I nodded my head and began climbing the ladder to get to the top buck.
"Since you arrived here late, dinner has already been served. There's no food left, so you'd better wake up early before the others eat all the food," after those lines she went to the bed below me and began getting ready to sleep.
I prayed to god that hopefully I get taken in by good people and once I'm 20 I'll finally be able to get away from everybody who is making my life miserable.
Next morning
I woke up to nobody there when I got out of the room I saw everybody was gone.
"You missed breakfast, it will be about 5 hours until lunch." I looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall. I read the time, and it said 6:50, she was lying to me about breakfast.
Does she want to see me starve like my mother, who liked seeing me faint from not eating? I decided to ignore her and began making my way downstairs.
I went to the dining room and saw everybody was eating, when I was about to sit down the director of this place spoke up " did you do any work today, in this place you don't eat if you don't work for it." I nodded my head.
One of the employees brought me to the kitchen, where there was a huge pile of dishes. I began cleaning them until a person called out my name.
There was a man in a suit next to the director, he looked me up and then down.
"So after the blood test, it was determined, she is your daughter, do you want to take her, or should we keep her in this program."
"I would never allow my children to stay at a place where they are treated as less than human beings." He grabbed my hand and began dragging me to an expensive-looking car.
Once we got into the car he began to speak of our family, "you have 5 older brothers, no sister, sadly." This is going to be a long story, isn't it?
"I don't know what your mother has told you, but I'm guessing they were not all good things about me." I grabbed my erase board and wrote down the part about him throwing money at my mom to get me aborted.
He looked pissed about that, maybe it hit some invisible nerve. "The fuck I never told her to abort you, I told her I'll be suing her for full custody since she drugged me."
He looked at me and said something I never heard before, "She called me when she was 18 weeks pregnant. She told me it was a girl, your mother began demanding me to pay child support." I nodded for him to continue, but I saw a tear fall.
"I began designing a room just for you, my wife was mad at first, but then she heard my side of the story. She was happy that there was going to be a baby girl. After our 5th son was born, the doctor said she can't have any more kids. My wife became obsessed with the idea of our baby girl."
A few more tears escaped his eyes, "your mother called and said she lost the baby, my wife lost it that day. Even though you were not her daughter, she still considers you as one of her own."
I can't believe it mom was keeping me from a very nice family, I could have had 5 brothers and two loving parents. I wrote down on the board what happened to his wife.
"She is still alive, but who knows how she'll react to the idea of our baby not being dead."
The car finally stopped, I saw their house was an expensive place. He began walking up the stairs and the bodyguards opened the door. Inside, there were many servants bowing down to us.
