22 Chapter 22: Memories

Third Person P.O.V

A blazing alarm sounded as a blonde-haired girl, who was once sleeping on her stomach, found the alarm just as a voice yelled from downstairs.

"Rose Abigail, get your ass down here otherwise there's no food for you, and turn that godforsaken alarm off," her first abusive foster mother from New York finished.

Rose sighed as she turned off the alarm and slid off the bed to get dressed in the only t-shirt, hoodie, and jeans that she had. They didn't let her pick up any winter clothes so she wore converse shoes that had little to no traction. It has been about two weeks since her last family forced her to move here promptly dropping her off at the nearest group home. The family name for this foster house is the Johnsons, the name of the foster mother who yelled at Rose is named Sally. There is a foster brother named Elijah and the foster father is named Gabe. Elijah and Gabe are the worst out of the three hitting Rose and trying to sexually abuse her while Sally is mostly a mental abuser. By the time 8:20 rolled around, I was dressed and downstairs looking at Sally for her judgment.

"You're ten minutes late," she began with a growl, "you only get some toast now get out of my sight before I change my mind," she finished as she tossed some toast at Rose who caught it while grabbing her phone before leaving the house.

The last two weeks have been full of this abuse she has still been trying to get in touch with her friends from Toledo. She hasn't talked to them or seen them since she was put into the last foster home in her hometown. After the school year was done the next thing, she knew she was whisked from Ohio and in front of her new social worker in New York City. She grumbled as she tried for possibly the hundredth time to check her social media, that is until Elijah came up behind her.

"Good morning beautiful," he said from behind her as she stiffened, "why are you so tense lovely? Whatcha doing," he asked as he wrapped his arm around her waist and moved his hand up and down.

"You surprised," she lied while putting her phone away in her hoodie pocket, "I was trying to see if I could finally talk to my friends from home."

At her response, the foster brother chuckled as he led her into an alleyway by a nearby supermarket. "You should know by now, sweetheart," he began as he slowed her down, "your phone was turned off ages ago, no one cares about you. Now," he paused looking her up and down almost savoring the moment, "not a single word about this or it'll be the end of it."

As he was saying this Rose's jeans were slid off, she had no underwear because the last pair was ruined. As her jeans landed on the ground, she noticed Elijah pushing his jeans and boxers further down as they were already sagging, "No," she breathed as she realized what was going to happen

He shushed her before grabbing her roughly, "If you object, you'll still get hurt," he said right before he kissed her. She tried to fight him, to keep him from getting inside her but it was no use, her body betrayed her as she melted with each touch, rather it be a painful one or a gentle one. She gasped as she felt up go inside her, a tear rolling down her cheek as he kissed all over her body. She cursed her body's reaction to it as he took her hoodie off with little force necessary. She gasped once more as she felt him cum inside of her before he pulled out and pulled his pants up. "Well," Elijah began for the first time since the twenty-minute rape session, "that was fun wasn't it Rose," silence answered him as she went to gather her clothes that were scattered all over the place. "I said wasn't it," he growled as he took her by the hair and yanked her head up, she nodded furiously. "Good, I'll see you at school, if you're late for any reason you'll get this again you hear me," he asked as she nodded while trying to get out of the hold. "Good," he said as he threw her onto the ground and walked away

She scrambled all over the place to get her things together, she was putting on her hoodie when an old homeless man came up the alleyway. He was in his late thirties and stood at about six foot five.

"Look at what we have here," he began as a cruel smile formed on his lips, "a lady that is nice and ripe."

"Go away," Rose muttered as she went to get her jeans on before he made another move

The man blocked her from getting her jeans while grabbing her wrists and forcing her up. "Now, this will be quick if you don't struggle," he began in a sadistic voice. "If you scream there'll be more pain then necessary so behave and this will be over before you know it like the last one," he finished as he ran his hand up my shirt and hoodie after taking his jeans off that were also sagging. She groaned and the man mistook it for a moan as he caressed her breast taking her tank top and hoodie off. This time she was completely naked, he made sure to take his time before he kissed her. He bit her lip which caused her to open her mouth, she tasted his alcohol-filled breath fill her mouth as he explored hers. She moaned as he squeezed her breast, the last thing he did before inserting himself into her. She gasped just as she did with Elijah but it was with more pain than anything. Each thrust the man had made caused more and more pain but for some cursed reason or another, her body enjoyed and craved for more as she kept moaning and screaming in pleasure as he kissed her body all over. Soon enough she felt his cum but he didn't stop as Elijah had, he just kept going until she felt it again and again. She was looking up at the sky as all of this was happening, thinking to herself, asking whoever was up there one question.

Why was all of this happening to her? She moaned once more as the man came into her for the fifth or sixth time as he sucked on her breast. She then felt a liquid trickle down her leg as her body went stiff and another moan escaped her lips. As this was happening, he came into her once more before pulling out and walking away. She crumbled to the floor, hot and exhausted as the tears returned to stream down her cheeks. She sat there for a minute before she remembered the threat that Elijah had given her. Frantically she had put her clothes back on and ran to the school as every muscle in her body yelled not to. Once she stepped into the school the bell rang, she cursed her luck as she ran to her locker. She grabbed her books and everything before shutting it and running up the stairs. She stopped by the bathroom to quickly splash her face and dry it to remove any evidence of her crying. She then put her hair up and walked into the classroom, after the teacher greeted her and gave her the papers Rose headed to the back of the room. She tripped over Elijah's foot as more pain was introduced into her body.

"It looks like you got some explaining to do my dear," he said while helping me up, "along with something to look forward to."

Rose nodded as she made it to her feet and hurried to the back of the classroom not looking forward to the end of the day. Soon enough lunch came around but for her, it means starving as she tried to connect to the school internet. She jumped when Elijah slammed his tray onto the table next to her, clearly angry

"Okay, before I begin nothing is going to get you out of your punishment after school today but you can have some food if you explain," he said as he threw himself into his seat.

She took a deep breath before she began, "After you left, a homeless man came up to me. He was probably in his late thirties and stood about six foot five after he forced me on my feet, he proceeded to do what you did but up until I came. He came about six or seven times before he pulled out and walked away leaving me naked in the alleyway," she finished in a mutter that Elijah managed to understand because she soon found some dry mashed potatoes in front of her

As Rose started eating, he began to speak, "After your punishment today I will give you some money to check if any of us got you pregnant. If we did you will have two options," he began with a sigh. "The first is to give birth to the child and leaving it with us to take care of while we see hide nor hair of you, or you get an abortion."

Once he finished, he stood up and left, failing to notice Rose almost choking on the potatoes he gave her. Either her child will die or she would never be able to see them after she recovered from giving birth. She hated these options so she began to think of something, a way to get out of this, to make sure that child would live in an abuse-free house. The end of the school day came sooner than she'd like to admit but her body said otherwise as it craved more attention when Elijah approached her in the alley once more. This time he stripped her of all of her clothes and took even longer than the homeless man. Rose cursed her body as she came three times while he came almost fifteen times as he bit every single spot that he could reach on her body. He sucked on both of her breasts while biting them which caused a moan to escape her lips for the fifth time before he inserted himself into her for the second time that day. After perhaps the twentieth time he came and the sixth time for Rose, he pulled out. He took a few dollar bills out of her wallet and threw them at her so they'd land on her before he walked away. She then got her clothes on and rushed into the supermarket; it didn't take her long to find the tests. Once she went to purchase them, however, it was more trouble than it should be.

"I don't think you're old enough to buy those miss," the cashier said as she looked around frantically

"I'm thirteen, I can buy what I need to," Rose said as she tried to hand her the money as she kept refusing that and the test.

"No," she said, "I don't believe you can."

"Ma'am," the man behind her began, she looked over and saw that he had bushy hair and a thick accent. "Plan Parenthood supplies free testing supplies to kids her age, for all you know it could be for her mother."

"Of course," she said paling a little, "my bad," she added as she scanned the test and took the money from Rose's hand.

"Thank you, sir," she said as she grabbed the tests

"Anytime, kid," he said with a nod, "take care," he said with a wave as she left

Once Rose got back to the house, which was thankfully empty of its owners, she went into the bathroom to take the test. After waiting ten minutes she checked and sighed as the test showed positive. She threw the test into her room as she began to think over her plan that would happen in nine months. It most certainly wasn't going to be an abortion.

First Person P.O.V

Nine months later

I sat on my bed, alone in the house, as I thought over the plan once more before a sharp pain stabbed at my now inflated stomach. I felt a trickle run down my leg as another sharp pain caused me to gasp. Grabbing the emergency phone that they gave me I rushed over to the hospital, texting Elijah as yet another wave of pain came. Soon I was in the hospital and I ran up to the receptionist

"I'm going into labor," I said to her as she helped move me into a room, changed my clothes. I was soon in a bed hooked up to machines almost screaming in pain as the foster family walked in. Right then the doctors instructed me to push and I did, after what seemed like a decade of me pushing, I heard a babies cry. I smiled right as I passed out from the pain and exhaustion.

Three months passed by for the papers to process, I was in the house alone when I decided to put my plan into action. I packed my bags with what things I had and took the child. They never told me the name of the little girl so I just took her with her diaper bag and snuck out the back door of the house. Once I got to the intersection on Broadway the baby started to cry, gently I rocked her back and forth as I looked for a place to put her where someone could find her. I then spotted a place in between two theaters that had a box and some rage. I put her in the box and wrapped her as the tears streamed down my face. I rushed from the scene and hid in the shadows as I heard the door next to me open, I watch a man with long black hair and a scruff of a beard walk out and approach the baby

"What's wrong little one," he asked in an accent as he knelt towards the crying baby

I shifted my stance to get out causing an empty can to fall, the man looked up just as I shot up from my sleep.

"What's wrong," Sammy muttered groggily

"Lin and Daveed have been with me since I was thirteen," I muttered in shock at the memory that I just remembered in a dream.