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Okay, so I have a story to tell.
As some of you know, I live in a foster home. All of my biological family members are deceased, with the exception of my mother. Anyways, I currently live in a foster home, and we went camping up in North Bay.
So, me, my foster brother, and a girl we "borrowed" for the weekend went to the cottage owned by my "foster mom's" parents, and they had their own two foster kids there with them, and two biological children belonging to my actual foster mother and father.
Anyways, we'll call the girl Rachel. That's not her real name, but that's beside the point. She's a cute little thing, half Spanish and half Philipino. We are both hard of hearing and wear hearing aids, and we both have heart conditions.
Later that night, we hugged. Sweet right? Well, the drama starts the next day, when we took a walk to the beach.
We were walking, and the girl and my foster brother started to beef and talk mad sh*t. She's a little girl with a big mouth, and he's the type of girl that would snuff a girl, no questions asked. So naturally, it didn't end well.
They started pushing, and he shoved her so hard, she went flying down the road (am exaggeration, but you get the point) when she started to tear up and stormed off.
This chick didn't know the area, and I wanted to make you feel better, let it be known I had a crush on her, but so did my foster brother. Only difference is, he didn't make it blatantly obvious.
We started walking, and I found out some pretty disturbing things about her. For starters, her dad "sold" her to a "family friend" for some cocaine and weed. She had since been declining downhill in terms of emotional well-being, and I personally can't blame her. She's 14, and drinks and smokes heavily. This behaviour started to reflect as were talking, and anger poured out from her.
She eventually calmed down, and I told her my brothers had all died. That they were all six feet in the ground, and I hoped there was a heaven for them, even though I am agnostic. I was pretty astonished at the coversation we were having, but they (my other foster brothers) had walked back, and we returned to the cottage campsite and went swimming in the lake they have on the property.
I told her to try to cool down the beef, before it got worse because I can't stand when men beat women, and it would've triggered my... angry personality. They talked, and the fight was done, and they were cool again.
Allright, fast forward to after dinner. They went for a walk with my foster's mom's mother's foster kid's younger brother, and I remained on the property and went swimming with the older brother, he's a cool dude to chill with.
They were gone for 3 hours. We started to freak out, and he was worried about his younger brother, so we biked out. Along the trail, we saw them. They had the excuse of "getting lost" and me and the older foster brother knew it was bullsh*t. We guessed the my foster brother and Rachel made out and/or had sex. We didn't say anything, I had a feeling men can't help but gloat, and how correct was I.
Later on, near bedtime, my older foster brother told me what happened, as predicted. He kissed her, she rubbed his d*ck up, whatever. I'm not interested in that, I figured the Rachel chick liked me in a different way, not sexually, but sort of a big brother who she can cry to. (She later told me this) and I was immediately thrown into a rage. I don't know, it wasn't really jealousy, but more or less due to the fact the nice guy got pissed on, and the asswipe got the p*ussy. I couldn't believe how incredibly vain and stupid she was being, and was negative towards her the next time we saw each other, which was at breakfast. She had noticed the hostile attitide I held towards her, and asked me what my problem was. "Nothing", I replied in a collective manner.
So, I had began to reveal my feelings towards my other foster brothers, and they shared my thoughts... with the exception of the one Rachel made out with. Durrrr.
ZooOoOoOOm. Fast forward to when we got home, the morning after. By then, being the typical teenager most females are, she had other priorities and forgot the beef we had at the cottage. Again, we started to have a serious discussion, and we started to talk again, with how she was *****...
But here's what happened. Rachel told me she might've been impregnated by the assailant, who's currently locked up for murder. Then she revealed she coughed up "white, clumpy" stuff after she took a pregnancy test which came back positive.
She said the incident happened back in December. "LOLWUT. 8 months?" I asked, looking at her small tummy. A horrible realization sunk in.
She miscarriaged, and had coughed the fetus's spinal fluid and/or remains up. Rachel told me the man was going to harm her if the baby died. I comforted her, and we sat in silence.
I then asked her "why did you piss on the nice guy, and the asswipe got you?" She later told me she was confused, and wanted no further intimate moments with him.
She went back to her foster house, and we hugged once again before she departed. Later on, I told my foster brother what she revealed, and he simply said "she's lying, we made out WAY more times, you honestly think we just kissed?"
Godd*mnit. Women are confusing creatures. Also, I got my hair cut. First time in three years. Hate it and I'm in a very negative mood right now ffff.
So. There's my story. Who the hell should I believe?
Oh right. She might be moving in with us, for a long-term stay.
Great.
Okay, so I have a story to tell.
As some of you know, I live in a foster home. All of my biological family members are deceased, with the exception of my mother. Anyways, I currently live in a foster home, and we went camping up in North Bay.
So, me, my foster brother, and a girl we "borrowed" for the weekend went to the cottage owned by my "foster mom's" parents, and they had their own two foster kids there with them, and two biological children belonging to my actual foster mother and father.
Anyways, we'll call the girl Rachel. That's not her real name, but that's beside the point. She's a cute little thing, half Spanish and half Philipino. We are both hard of hearing and wear hearing aids, and we both have heart conditions.
Later that night, we hugged. Sweet right? Well, the drama starts the next day, when we took a walk to the beach.
We were walking, and the girl and my foster brother started to beef and talk mad sh*t. She's a little girl with a big mouth, and he's the type of girl that would snuff a girl, no questions asked. So naturally, it didn't end well.
They started pushing, and he shoved her so hard, she went flying down the road (am exaggeration, but you get the point) when she started to tear up and stormed off.
This chick didn't know the area, and I wanted to make you feel better, let it be known I had a crush on her, but so did my foster brother. Only difference is, he didn't make it blatantly obvious.
We started walking, and I found out some pretty disturbing things about her. For starters, her dad "sold" her to a "family friend" for some cocaine and weed. She had since been declining downhill in terms of emotional well-being, and I personally can't blame her. She's 14, and drinks and smokes heavily. This behaviour started to reflect as were talking, and anger poured out from her.
She eventually calmed down, and I told her my brothers had all died. That they were all six feet in the ground, and I hoped there was a heaven for them, even though I am agnostic. I was pretty astonished at the coversation we were having, but they (my other foster brothers) had walked back, and we returned to the cottage campsite and went swimming in the lake they have on the property.
I told her to try to cool down the beef, before it got worse because I can't stand when men beat women, and it would've triggered my... angry personality. They talked, and the fight was done, and they were cool again.
Allright, fast forward to after dinner. They went for a walk with my foster's mom's mother's foster kid's younger brother, and I remained on the property and went swimming with the older brother, he's a cool dude to chill with.
They were gone for 3 hours. We started to freak out, and he was worried about his younger brother, so we biked out. Along the trail, we saw them. They had the excuse of "getting lost" and me and the older foster brother knew it was bullsh*t. We guessed the my foster brother and Rachel made out and/or had sex. We didn't say anything, I had a feeling men can't help but gloat, and how correct was I.
Later on, near bedtime, my older foster brother told me what happened, as predicted. He kissed her, she rubbed his d*ck up, whatever. I'm not interested in that, I figured the Rachel chick liked me in a different way, not sexually, but sort of a big brother who she can cry to. (She later told me this) and I was immediately thrown into a rage. I don't know, it wasn't really jealousy, but more or less due to the fact the nice guy got pissed on, and the asswipe got the p*ussy. I couldn't believe how incredibly vain and stupid she was being, and was negative towards her the next time we saw each other, which was at breakfast. She had noticed the hostile attitide I held towards her, and asked me what my problem was. "Nothing", I replied in a collective manner.
So, I had began to reveal my feelings towards my other foster brothers, and they shared my thoughts... with the exception of the one Rachel made out with. Durrrr.
ZooOoOoOOm. Fast forward to when we got home, the morning after. By then, being the typical teenager most females are, she had other priorities and forgot the beef we had at the cottage. Again, we started to have a serious discussion, and we started to talk again, with how she was *****...
But here's what happened. Rachel told me she might've been impregnated by the assailant, who's currently locked up for murder. Then she revealed she coughed up "white, clumpy" stuff after she took a pregnancy test which came back positive.
She said the incident happened back in December. "LOLWUT. 8 months?" I asked, looking at her small tummy. A horrible realization sunk in.
She miscarriaged, and had coughed the fetus's spinal fluid and/or remains up. Rachel told me the man was going to harm her if the baby died. I comforted her, and we sat in silence.
I then asked her "why did you piss on the nice guy, and the asswipe got you?" She later told me she was confused, and wanted no further intimate moments with him.
She went back to her foster house, and we hugged once again before she departed. Later on, I told my foster brother what she revealed, and he simply said "she's lying, we made out WAY more times, you honestly think we just kissed?"
Godd*mnit. Women are confusing creatures. Also, I got my hair cut. First time in three years. Hate it and I'm in a very negative mood right now ffff.
So. There's my story. Who the hell should I believe?
Oh right. She might be moving in with us, for a long-term stay.
Great.
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