Hey guys this is my second story. I'm turning thirteen in a few weeks so I'm sorry if it sucks. If you'd like me to continue please review and follow :D Enjoy.
Chapter one:
Until that night, everything seemed like it would be okay. But I should have known that my seemingly normal life would have ended sooner or later. Jude and I had never really been lucky ever since the untimely death of our mother. But when we landed with the Olmsteads, things started looking up. Mr. and Mrs. Olmstead were considerably nice people compared to some of the other foster homes we had been in. They weren't abusive in any way, and we were treated with respect. Their older son Liam was really nice too. I was fourteen, and he was nineteen so I finally had an older brother to look up to.
Liam would always be there for me. Everyday he would put a candy bar in my backpack so when I opened it I would think of him. He would sit next to me during family movie nights and rub my back when I was sick. But after a while, his brotherly gestures, became strange. He would try and kiss me, and when I tried pulling away, he said that it was normal. After a while I just gave in. Soon after that, he started touching me. I knew it wasn't okay, but I wasn't going to risk getting Jude and I sent into another abusive home.
One night Liam and I were left alone in the house after he had begged his parents to take Jude with them when they went to see a movie. I thought that was strange, but I didn't question it. I had just gotten out of the shower, and I settled down in my bed with my book. I read for about half an hour and turned off my bedroom light. My eyes slid closed but soon I felt the side of my bed dip down and another presence beside me. I opened my eyes expecting it to be Jude, but instead I saw Liam staring down at me.
"Liam what are you doing here?" I whispered. I looked over to my bedside clock and saw it was around ten thirty. "I wanted to come see my Callie Bear." He slid under the covers and started tugging on the waistband of my pajamas. "Liam, stop. I" I was cut off when he put one of his rough hands over my mouth. "I swear to god if you tell anyone about this, I will make your life a living hell." He ripped down my pants and straddled on top of me. I whimpered quietly. I wasn't ready for this. When he entered me I screamed in pain. Nothing in my life had ever hurt so bad. Not even the year of abuse I endured. I closed my eyes and thought about times with my mother. And when I felt him leave, I cried myself to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, Liam was long gone and there was nothing but a deep ache between my legs and a small blood stain on my white bed sheet, marking my loss of innocence. I still felt his hands all over me, I needed to get him off me. I stepped in the shower and scrubbed until my skin was red and I felt clean. When I checked the time, I saw that it was almost time for lunch, which meant I had to face Liam after what he did. I sat on my bed drowning in pain both physically and mentally and I must have dozed off because I was awoken by Mrs. Olmstead calling me downstairs. Well, here goes nothing.
