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I hear the high pitch squeal of his car tires as

he turns into the driveway. From the slams and

stomps, I conclude he¨s enraged. He¨s a monster,

unlike the other foster parents I¨ve had. I hear

dishes shatter into devastated piles. Crawling across

the stained floor, I plunge into a closet, where I

had hid my escape supplies last month with the

hope of escaping. His strained voice breaks through

my thoughts, as I scurry further into the filthy

cramped closet. I reassure myself this nightmare will

be over, and I¨ll wake to a genuinely nice family.

©Mya! Come here!ª Soon enough, he¨ll fling

open the flimsy door, finding me vulnerably

cornered. My hands frantically search for something

to cling to for comfort. Finally resting on something

solid, I feel a cool blade. Hefting up the knife, it¨s

sharpened point beckons to me.



My mind whirls, determining what to do. I¨ve

never done anything bad, yet I feel inclined. With an

urge of sudden hope, I crouch at the base of the

door. I hear heavy footsteps, slowly thudding closer.

I spot a shadow on the opposite side of the door,

standing silent and dark. He violently flings open the

door.

With a high-pitch scream, I hurtle the knife,

cutting off the rest of his threatening sentence.

Slamming the door shut, I lock it, sensing it¨s over.

Even though it¨s not logical, I know I¨m correct.

Breaking into heaving sobs, I wait for this terrible

nightmare to end

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©Even now, it¨s difficult for me to think back,ª I

choked through my bitter words.



I had managed to calm down to the point

where I was smiling at the memory of first meeting

Keri.

©Great! Continue.ª

©Help! Someone!ª I screamed at my nightmare

through my raw throat.

©Shh,ª Keri shook me awake. ©Would you like

to talk about it?ª she looked sincerely sorry. I had

learned not to open up to anyone. But after a few

seconds I revealed my thoughts.

©When I was first born, I was loved. My mom

was young when she was diagnosed with an

unknown disease and placed in a mental hospital.

When I was six, people took me to an orphanage. I

was alone in a world with no one who truly cared.

They told me I would be with a loving family. The

first homes were normal, but each found an excuse



to bring me back. This last home was the worst,ª I

began, watching her expressions.

Becoming tired of talking, I relax. Keri¨s eyes

brimmed with pity. ©I want a family. I¨m married,

unable to have children,ª she trailed off, glancing

wonderingly at me for a split second.

My drowsy eyelids drooping down, I fell asleep

with happy thoughts preoccupying my dreams.

I paused taking a breath. My psychologist

patiently waited for me to continue.

©I¨m ready.ª

I feel a dry lump in my throat, watching the

sleek cop car pull up to the curb. Two car doors

are forced open as two men come, formally shaking

my hand. I trail behind Keri to my room.



©No wasting time,ª announced the younger

cop, grabbing his notepad. ©I¨m Timothy, that¨s

Trevor,ª he said pointing his thumb where the older

man was studying my yellowed file. ©Tell us every

detail you recall.ª I felt overwhelmed.

Keri stepped in protectively, ©Be understanding,

she¨s been through emotional and physical pain.ª

©We just want the story,ª apologized Trevor.

With Keri here, I felt more secure. Looking each of

the cops in the eye, I retold that night with Keri by

my side. Deciding they got all they needed, they

returned to their car. Keri congratulated me on how

strong I was.

©I hope I¨m not being pushy, but I feel close

to you. Together, we¨ll get through this. I could

officially make you my daughter, if you¨d like.ª Keri

announced, beaming. I sprung into Keri¨s arms. Life

would ultimately be sweet, instead of bitter.

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