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Foster Don’t Care

Posted in 12 - 18, Life Stories, Male, Non-fiction, Rest of the world
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I was 4 when along with my older Brother I was placed in foster care, our parents moved to America from the UK to start a family here and then died in a car wreck.I am now adopted along with Brandon into a very different kind of family but it is very good compared. I never knew fear like when I lived with the monster for a year from my 7th to my 8th year of life this guy would rape me 5 days a week in the 2 hours when I got home but my Brother still was in school. He kept me in fear by telling me he would kill my Brother and make it look like I done it and at 7 I believed him. He couldnt get off enless I was screaming in pain so mabe a drop of bleach in my ear or rubb toothpaste in my eyes whatever it took without to many marks. I finally told my brother and he called the police funny thing it took over a year for foster care to do anything and they actually put another boy in his house before the police got him now he dont get out of prison untill 2036.