New year, new home, new city.
A new city that knew nothing about me.
I had had just about enough shit from my foster parents.
As soon as I turned eighteen I left New York, I left my parents, My friends, and my boyfriend...
My heart stung as I remember when I told him I had to leave, he had been pretty upset at the beginning and still is but in the end he laughed and told me... "Well Sophie I haven't tried a long distance before but I am willing to give it a shot."
And so far it was going smoothly, it was going very well actually.
I now lived in Colorado.
I know it was a pretty big move but I had to get far away from my twisted parents.
I couldn't live under abusive parents any longer, I had enough memories with them it was time for me to make some of my own.
I was currently curled up on a clean white sofa with a white furry blanket wrapped around me, I glanced out the window of my studio apartment, still snowing.
I sipped my hot chocolate content with how my life was now.
I had a beautiful apartment, a loyal boyfriend back in New York, had a pretty amazing job as a barista at a local coffee shop.
And College was starting next week.
I was financially Stable thanks to my biological parents, I was entitled to their trust funds and as soon as I turned eighteen I signed a paper proving the money was mine and took off running.
I didn't get out of the house fast enough though...
~Flashback~
"You little bitch!" My foster dad screamed at my face before he slammed me against the wooden floor, tears streamed down my face as he foot came into contact with my side again, and again.
"How ungrateful can you get! We took care of you for almost nine years! We deserve some of that money!" Sally threw a glass beer bottle across the room at me, it shattered near my face and a glass shard cut across my cheek, right below my jawbone.
I knew better than to say anything. A sob escapes my throat as I run my fingers over the cut.
"None of that!" Chris yelled yanking me up by my brown hair, a scream escapes my lips as he pulls me by my hair to one of the bedrooms.
I begin to struggle I knew what was coming and I couldn't do it again.
I begin thrashing trying to break free of his iron grip.
"Come hold her down will you Sal," Chris yells over his shoulder at his wife.
"Please! No! Let me go!" I plead helplessly as Sally comes over with a few kitchen towels.
I kick out at her as she gags me, Chris slaps me across the face. "Hold still." He growls in my ear.
I couldn't, my body was trembling, I couldn't stay still.
The twisted woman tied my wrists to the end of the bed and pushed my head down against the quilt on top of the bed.
My breathing became ragged as she pulls my shirt off.
"Please..." I whimper as I hear Chris's belt buckle come loose.
"You are being ungrateful to your dad and mom bitch and now you get your discipline."
I screamed when the leather hit my back.
The hits kept coming even after I had screamed my voice hoarse.
Once my body was so numb with the pain I stopped moving and went limp, my vision blurred and the beating stopped. They left me there, my back bloody without food or water.
I couldn't move for about twenty-four hours and then I slowly could muster up enough strength to get through the pain.
By some miracle I was able to slip out of my restraints, I whimpered as I reached for my shirt.
I managed to pull the baggy sweater over my head only to be gasping from the pain a moment later. I yanked my gag off and pushed myself to my feet.
Time to leave this hellhole.
~end of flashback~
I stood up as I winced remembering the last night at Chris's and Sally's place.
I had run out of there like the devil himself was chasing me, I didn't even say bye to my friends or Brandon, my boyfriend.
I had only taken what I had needed before leaving the house then I drove all the way to Denver Colorado.
This had all happened about two weeks ago, I walk over to my floor length mirror and let my oversized, thigh-length sweater slip off my shoulders and I starred at my reflection.
My shoulder-length hair was put up in a messy bun, I was wearing thick cozy socks that reached my knees, one had slipped down.
I take a deep breath...
Then turn around.
I look over my shoulder and unhook my bra letting it join my sweater, now I had a clear view of my back.
Tears fill my eyes, the wounds just weren't going away, they were bound to leave scars.
I turn back and lean closer to the mirror inspecting the mostly healed cut below my jawline, which was also bound to join the party of scars across my fragile body.
That's when behind my ear caught my attention.
I rubbed the spot behind my ear, the reason I tried to wear my hair down while I was in public.
The scars there weren't that visible anymore but I was still self-conscious about them.
I had gotten these scars not long after I had been placed with Chris and Sally...To be continued