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.
Foster Don’t Care
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