Persecute

*Keona*

I smiled the entire drive to my new foster placement. I still can't believe it- I have a new home. I bet the Mom is a sweet, kind, and caring woman who cooks amazing food. And the dad- he would teach me right from wrong and beat up all my bullies.

I just don't want to get my hopes too high- the mom could be a lazy bitch who treats me like a slave. The dad could be an alcoholic, he could be abusive, or even worse- a sexually abusive asshole.

Mrs. Ammon parked in front of a white painted house that had beautiful dlowers on the front porch. There was a woman sitting on a porch chair waiting for us.

She gave me a warm smile as I got out of the car and grabbed my suitcase from Mrs. Ammon.

"Hi! You must be Keona!" She exclaimed.

"Yes ma'am." I winced.

I've learned- don't show to much emotion to your new foster 'parents'.

"Keona- this is Mrs. Marvel Turtlock- your new foster mom." Mrs. A said.

"Hi." I waved.

"My husband -Ron- is right inside." Marvel said as we passed by.

"Now Keona," Mrs. Ammon started, "Whydon't you explore while we talk business?"

I nodded and set my suitcase by her feet. I walked up the staircase and my hand felt the cold wood of the cherry-wood railing. It was a grand house- beautiful features.

"Why hello." Said a man behind me.

Shit- this must be Ron.

"H-H-Hi." I stuttered.

He chuckled lightly, "I'm Ron- you seen the whole house?"

His grammar was slightly off- but I wasn't just gonna go about and correct him.

"N-No sir." I whispered.

"Marvel picked a good one." He whispered.

I don't think I was supposed to hear that. He circled me and I defiantly felt the way his fingertips brushed my hip. I looked at the ground and he stood right in front of me. I felt his eyes staring at me and his hot breath on my head. I slowly looked up and saw him lick his lips and bits his lower lip.

Shit- I think he may be the sexual abusive type...

Notes

She has a new foster home:)xxx

But fuck off Ron- damn.

Your AMAZING author Jules will update next!

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