Does Anybody Want Me?
Chapter 1
Once you were 8 years old in Arizona* you were put into a foster home if you hadn't been adopted, the orphanages only housed the youngest children and being one of the oldest, with the overcrowding I was sent off to a foster family who had two other fosters already and assured me I'd be a good fit.
"Isabella, this is Mr. and Mrs. Crowley and their foster children Marcus 11 and Victoria 10, you will fit in nicely." Mrs. Corey the social worker told me. The Crowley's were nice people and had a beautiful home. Mrs. Crowley took me shopping that afternoon and had my hair cut and styled, bought me new clothes and let me pick out new bedding for my room, I was actually excited. We went out to dinner to a fancy restaurant, Mr. Crowley was nice and asked me questions about my past, but I didn't remember much.
"My mom's name was Renee, she left me at the orphanage when I was 4 because she was dying of cancer and only had days left to live. We had no family here and I have none as far as I know of. All I have is this necklace of a swan my mom left with me and the orphanage just gave me before I left. My last name is Dwyer and my mom was a teacher originally from some small town in Washington, that's all I know." I shrugged.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss dear." Mrs. Crowley hugged me.
"Thanks, I don't remember her. I don't even have a picture." I shrugged.
Dinner flowed nicely, the other two kids didn't really talk to me, and that was OK, I was kind of shy around other kids anyway.
The next few weeks went by great, I was learning to cook and sew with Mrs. Crowley and Mr. Crowley was sharing his love of reading with me. I was settling into school nicely, the teasing had stopped at school too and I had made a couple of friends as well.
The other two still weren't really paying any attention to me and Mrs. Crowley asked if it was upsetting me, I assured her it wasn't, I overheard her talking to Mr. Crowley about it and him telling her he'd have a talk with them about it.
These two really were a wonderful couple and in preparing for Thanksgiving it really showed how caring they were.
"OK, we're going to make extra pies and an extra turkey to take to the homeless shelter no one should do without." She smiled and I was excited to help out. Victoria rolled her eyes at the thought and Marcus grumbled "Does this mean we've got to clean out our closet too?" he sighed.
"Actually yes. You and Victoria get started on that. Bella is helping with the cooking." She smiled at me and I loved that she actually called me Bella, everyone called me Isabella and it sounded so formal.
As the turkey was cooking, I went to my room and started going through my things.
"Well, if it isn't the spoiled little brat." Marcus said leaning against my door.
"I'm not spoiled." I shook my head and I wasn't, I rarely let them buy me things at all.
"Oh please, they spend all their free time with you! They ignore Vicky and I now." He spat. Now standing directly behind me.
"No they don't. I just happen to be home more. You and Victoria are always at school functions. You're at football and she's cheerleading." I shrug.
"Doesn't excuse it. You don't belong here." He shoves me down on the floor and walks out.
I sit there and try to hold back the tears, it's hard, because Victoria comes in next and does the same thing, only stepping on hand as she leaves. This time I do cry.
I finish up in my room, wash my face and go back into the kitchen and plaster a smile on my face, unfortunately it's not good enough and I have to come clean, I'm a terrible liar.
Marcus and Victoria are put on restriction for a week with phones and everything taken away and sent to their rooms.
Mrs. Crowley and I take the items to the homeless shelter and help out for a few hours and then go home and get our families dinner ready.
We have a few of their extended family over including their only child Tyler who's 27 and his wife, it was the first time I'd met them because they live in Seattle.
Marcus and Victoria are quiet and give me dirty looks all night, I try and ignore them and talk to the adults instead, and the conversation is much more interesting anyway.
I offer to clear the table so they can visit with family they don't get to see and I plate the dessert. Marcus and Victoria are sent to their rooms after dessert and once again I volunteer to clean up but Mrs. Crowley refuses to let me clean the huge mess myself even though the majority of the mess has been taken care of.
After it's cleaned up, I excuse myself, exhausted from today's events.
I shower and climb into bed.
I'm almost asleep when my door opens when Victoria and Marcus walk in.
"Say anything and you won't ever talk again." Victoria threatens, then holds me down as Marcus proceeds to do things I know shouldn't be done to me.
He's using his fingers and pushing in so hard it hurts. He's biting my nipples and then Victoria starts kissing me, I'm thrashing on the bed, it's so gross, she has one hand over my mouth and slapped me with the other.
"You need to be quiet. If we get busted for this, you're so in trouble!" Marcus spat.
He pulls down his boxers and I really start thrashing, I don't want him inside me. Mrs. Crowley has been telling me a little about that and I know at 8 that I am NOT supposed to have a boy's penis anywhere near me, it is a big no-no.
"Relax baby." He starts rubbing it as his fingers are inside of me and all of a sudden this stuff sprays all over me.
"Damn Marc. I wanted to make you cum." Victoria pouted.
"We can go to my room and do it." He smiled and pulled up his pants and they were gone.
I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, pulling off my sheets, throwing up halfway there.
Turning on the hot water and sitting on the floor of the shower and crying, I was scared to death.
I scrubbed my body for what seemed like forever, finally out I made my bed, locked my door, put my chair in front of it so it'd knock over if anyone came in and I'd have a few seconds to act.
I fell into a restless sleep, waking in the morning I saw how bad my face was. I couldn't face Mr. and Mrs. Crowley, they'd know what happened and I was a horrible liar.
I listened for sounds in the house and took the back stairs down to the kitchen.
Peeking in I saw a note on the counter.
Bella,
I checked on you this morning and saw you were still sleeping.
Victoria said you were throwing up last night, too much pie I guess.
Take 2 of these and feel better.
We went shopping, something I know you don't like to do anyway.
Rest and we'll see you later today.
There's plenty for lunch.
Love you,
Mrs. C
Xo
Well, that solved that problem for a little while anyway.
Now for the long term, I had a few hours to figure out what to do.
AN:
Welcome to my new story…
This will be a little crazy in the beginning…
She is ONLY 8 years old, so no hating on why didn't she stop him and crap.
The * is b/c this is FICTIONAL… my story, MY LAWS! :0)
I hope you're going to enjoy it…
Things will be very bumpy and emotional for Bella.
She will NOT have things easy… Right away… Sorry.
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