TRIGGER WARNING : PHYSICAL ABUSE, MENTAL ABUSE, NOT GOOD LANGUAGE, CHILD ABUSE.
LORELEI POV -
Uhm where do i start from, alright ill start with ,
Hi Im Lorelei ,yes this is my story ,long ,often considered boring ,dramatic but with all the rollercoasters and endless hysterics and more that I go through everyday.
well I'll just say its a funny story about my life
They do say everything comes with a price even after hard working for it.
For me what I had to work hard for was happiness MY happiness but at what price.
*Start of the story
*Slap "ugh, I Can't believe you make me hurt you so early in the morning, why do you have to forget something so important, get up girl, you've gotten lazier sleeping so much, start your chores, don't want to be late now, you don't want to get punished again do you"
Wondering who just slapped me? It's my foster mother Kennedy, she and her beloved husband Cole adopted me a year ago, the first two months it was nice they were kind, simple and i thought i finally found a home that was just perfect.
Oh i almost forgot, you already know my name so next is Hi I'm 5 years old with pale skin, long, wavy black hair that reach my hips and plain black eyes but when i was at the foster system people used to hate my eyes they said it was pitch black almost like it was sucking out the soul of the person who was making eye-contact with it.
Kids my age would cry when they looked into my eyes too long.
I never had a problem with my eyes till other caretakers would make fun of them in the foster system and told me to never look at anyone while I speak.
I never understood why because most people around me had black or light brown eyes as well but they told me mine were so terribly black it felt like they were falling into an endless pit and even adults would sometimes run away screaming when they looked into my eyes.
I once heard jacqueline, caretaker of children of ages 10 and below say that i must be cursed that's why my mother died giving birth to me and my father, well i don't know anything about him.
I don't even know if he is alive or dead, the foster system tried to find out if i had any relatives but none showed up and hence i was an orphan as soon as i was born into this world, the only thing my mother left me was my name which she told the nurse at the hospital, it was as though she knew she was going to die.
When I was 3 I got adopted by a mid-aged couple who apparently had no luck in having kids and treated me like their own daughter, I thought I got lucky but they were the ones who got lucky, they were blessed with a child two months after adopting me and returned me to the foster system and after sometime i got adopted by Kennedy and Cole, I thought maybe this time I would be happy but guess what fate had other plans, now this is what i have to go through.
The orphanage itself wasn't so bad.
Jacqueline was a little mean to me but at least no-one physically hurt me there, but here it's worse some days i feel so much pain i can't breath, I'm only 5, why do i have to go through so much, what did i even do, I don't remember hurting anyone, I also always behave, I do like kennedy and cole cause of the memories they gave me the first two months, they gave me a little love, even when they beat me now, I still don't blame them maybe i did something wrong that i don't know of, it's ok as long as i'm not abandoned, it's alright i can manage, I think.
Sometimes I wish I at least knew how my mother or father looked like, I don't know anything about them, I wish they were still here. Maybe they would be nicer to me.
Maybe.
"Bang" my door shut I didn't realize i was so zoned out and my cheeks were wet, I quickly wiped away my tears and got up.
My hand still hurts from that time the door crushed my fingers by mistake when I misplaced my right hand and then Sir got mad that I didn't fetch him the tv remote he stepped on them same fingers, still hurt but I can't cry.
It's not allowed.
Sometimes I think I'm being dramatic. Kennedy says her friend's daughters who are 5 as well are always well behaved and do all chores while I keep being sassy but Mrs Rose at the library down the street said at the age of 5, we're supposed to just play and throw tantrums and smile a lot.
Maybe she was lying, but she said she hated liars when she taught me the meaning of the word lie. Irony, she lied herself.
Sassy is such a funny word it makes me giggle.
Anyways ,I got up and slowly walked to the kitchen.
My feet were wobbly but manageable.
"The dirty little thing is finally up huh" said Cole from the living room , "Yes, S-sir" I said and bought the chair near the water can, it's how I manage to reach everything, remember I'm only 5 and yes I'm supposed to call Cole 'sir' and Kennedy 'miss' sometimes mom comes out and I get 'punished' and then I cry and get punished again.
They said I should never tell anyone because that makes me a weak girl.
They said this is how parents discipline their kids in every house and that I shouldn't be a weak little girl.
Mrs Rose at the library is super nice to me, she gives me candy but not everyday because she says it will rot my cute little teeth. She reads to me when I pick a book with more words than I can read.
She even calls me a smart little girl and always squishes my cheeks, she says they're like marshmallows which is something edible that I have yet to taste.
I quickly gulp down two big glasses of water and fetch the cloth to clean the windows. I clean them everyday but still they get ever so dirty.
After I'm done cleaning I go hide in a spot near the kitchen while Miss and Sir eat.
After they're done they mostly always waste food so something is always thrown away.
Luckily today both of them left a piece of bread each on their plates, when they head to the washbasin I quickly grab one piece of bread and make a run for my room, if I take two it will be noticeable.
But today wasn't my lucky day it seems.
"I know you took the bread" came Miss's voice as I heard her stomping up the stairs.
My door is kicked open.
I manage to somehow gobble the piece of bread and dust my mouth and hands before she comes in.
"I know you took the piece of bread"
"I did not"
"Do not lie to me girl"
"I really did not miss"
She walks closer to me and I close my eyes expecting a slap but she grabs my top. Oh no there must be crumbs there.
"Liar, liar caught you didn't I" she says smiling showing her crooked teeth.
She slaps me harder than today morning and by the time I register the sting she's dragging me out of the room.
"Oh Cole, the little chick here is getting punished today".
"No, No I did not do anything" I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, fresh tears keep running down my cheeks.
"Oh but you did, you lied"
"I did not l-lie, I really did not eat anything" I say choking, sobbing and coughing.
I felt a panic attack coming, I wasn't able to breathe.
Last time I got punished, it was terrible. I didn't want to go through that ever again.
Maybe I should have kept my hands to myself.
Maybe I should not have lied.
Why me? I stayed good the whole week. I hate punishments, they were the worst.