That night at Mike's, Lacey decided she was ready to tell her daddy some of her past.
"Okay whenever you are ready." Mike said "I'm always listening."
Lacey nodded, "I know, daddy."
Lacey took a deep breath, "Okay so my birth parents died when I was two. Then I was placed into the foster system and everything was good. I was happy until I was five when my fifteen year old foster brother raped me. That was the last day I talked. He felt so bad that the next day he called my social worker." Lacey stopped and took another deep breath. "When I was five and a half my foster dad, put me in the oven once when it was on. Then when I was six my foster mom put me in the dryer mad sometimes the dishwasher." Tears were slowly running down Lacey's cheeks, and Mike was crying too. He was appalled that anyone could hurt a little girl.
Lacey took another deep breath, "When I was seven my foster dad would lock me in the basement for days sometimes a week at a time. He would also carve words into my back and stomach that said 'mine', 'stupid', 'mute', or 'my toy'. My foster mom was no better. She would sometimes sit me in a pot on the stove, while the stove was on." Lacey sniffled then she spoke, "When I was eight, my foster mom was always drunk and my foster dad would beat me, sometimes he raped me. It hurt so bad and I would bleed afterwards, but I didn't cry. Crying only meant more pain. When I was nine I ran away from that foster home, but then I spent my tenth birthday in the hospital from malnutrition and dehydration. Then I was in a group home when I was eleven, and six months before I was twelve I was placed with my previous foster dad Jonathan, who was abusive and he would yell. He would also lock me in a closet when I was bad."
Mike was crying. He felt so bad for Lacey, and he wanted to kill all the people who had hurt her. He leaned over and hugged Lacey, while holding her close to his chest, "I'm so sorry, Princess"
Lacey hugged her dad back, "Its okay, daddy. It's not your fault."
"It doesn't have to be my fault for me to feel bad." Mike replied "I just wish I could have found you soon so you didn't have to endure to much pain."
"All that pain did was make me stronger, daddy." Lacey added "I'm okay now."
"I love you so much, Princess." Mike said smiling
"I love you too, daddy." Lacey replied
Meanwhile at Stef and Lena's, Wyatt knocked on his mom's door and then he walked in. He walked over to Stef's side of the bed and handed her a knife. It was his. He had been using it to self harm since he was twelve, but now he was trying to stop.
"What's this, bud?" Stef asked as she carefully took the knife from Wyatt.
"Its mine. I used it to cut myself. I started when I was twelve, but now I'm trying to stop." Wyatt explained "I'm giving it to you and mama to reduce the temptation for me."
Stef smiled. She was proud of her son, "Thanks baby. Goodnight love you."
"Night. Love you too mom." Wyatt replied as he headed off to bed.
sorry it's so short. Hope you like it. Thanks for all the comments I keep getting. I hope I get more.