A/N: I Do not own any thing foster related
I look back as I walk into my new foster home. Well it isn't my home yet because it is only temporary that means don't get comfortable where I am. This isn't new. Who would want a teenage girl who is sixteen and has a little brother? Jude where is Jude I wonder as I sit there in the kitchen. I have to get to a phone before I go to bed. I have to make sure he is ok. I cannot wait until I can get him away from that man.
My other foster family put me in kid jail. I tried to fight off the father as he tried to rape me. Why would I not fight? But that wasn't the worst his son has raped me twice and the father almost three times. I sick of being their little toy. When he went after my little brother that was what push med over the edge I will save him. If I can prevent it no one will ever get in the hands of the Carson's again. Though I cannot say anything. I sigh as I try to go find a phone I need to talk to him.
"Dinner" called my new foster mom Lena. She was gay and had three kids already. She had a son named Jesus and Brandon. She had a daughter name Mariana. This family wasn't like the normal family. Lena had a partner named Steph. They were lesbians. I hope they won't get mad for me trying to use the phone.
After dinner I found a cell phone and dialed the house number. Jude picked up.
"Hello the Carson home how may I help you?" he said weakly.
"Jude it's me Catlin. Shhh just tell me how you are?" I whispered.