The Gang Leader's Girl

after it has placed its

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Whispered a soft

ut of nowhere a loud door slam pierced through the silent hallway from the room right next

scared!" Panic flooding

w who it was that w

people we live with don't allow us to have the lights on after 7:30. Trust me, I learned that less

sleep until they decide they worked you long enough or going a couple nights without dinner, sometimes both. But if they start drinking the punishments becom

but I didn't. You see when you've been in the system as long as I have you learn how to control showing

shb

id bitch!" Mrs. Roc

id wrong I won't do it again

mile on her face sent horrid chills up my spine. The smell of alcoho

and in my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one show

ckwell's heavy footsteps slowly come up to the second floor. My breat

either side of him to prevent him from losing his balance. His dark l

e, showing his yellow teeth. And if I thought the smell of alcohol

my wrist in his dirty, rough hands. His eyes raked over my b

honey. What should we do with her?"

as quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

t!" Jame's angry voice echoed in the hallway. No one tol

t death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and down my sides. A disgusting feeling made my

hands got tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty nails into my throat

for hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul of someones loved one. That when we die our s

alls of gas, I really hope you're watching over me

f Fla

's soft voice fill

heir makeshift beds. Holly was the newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been h

, " I whispered, pulling holl

'll do whatever say, I'll listen I promise!

cause there was nothing I could do

swinging and she'll be back. Why didn't she come ba

onsters underneath her bed. Not crying to a stranger about how her piss poor mom abandoned her at a park. She has to learn way too soon that it's

and her name is Holly. It goes against the rules of being a fost

her foster child why t

ask about pass

t ask about

s. But talking about a child in the system's past can be hard for them, I know it was for me. T

heart hurt thinking about what she said to me. I know what it feels like to los

self up off the floor and quietly went back to my own blanket. I crawled under and sh