How about some good news for a change?  Yes, after a couple of hours in the back of a police car with me screaming like a wounded monkey about what happened to me, one of the cops took a note. They didn’t take me back to the placement center to be served up once again like pizza to the next customer. They took me to a juvenile detention center. Hey, that wasn’t bad.  Food, showers, cloths at last and a locked room all to myself. I got a daily visit by a nice lady who came in each day and wrote down all the things I told her, then back to my solitary confinement.  

              That went on for a month or so. But like all good things, they come to an end.  I was again in the back seat of a police car and carted back to the placement center.  A few threats of handcuffs after I tried to kick the window out to get away after I seen where we were, they escorted me inside.  By escort I mean one on each side holding me and carrying my 60 or so pounds through the door.

              The first thing I noticed it was all new people inside as they dropped me off with a new very fat man. At least he was a little under the 300 pounds of the last guy. After a couple attempts of me darting off for my freedom they learned to lock every door they put me through. I head the speech about everything was going to be alright now, things were different, I’m safe and all that, they loaded me into a van with one other girl several years older than me and off we went. By older she was like 16 at the time.

              We were offloaded at a small group home where only a half dozen girls all lived together. There was no privacy, like I’ve ever had any of that before, and even less supervision, especially at night.  So it wasn’t surprising when the other girls would visit each other in the dark. I even started a friendship of kinds with a couple of them.  Everyone got caught a time or two but no one cared. Heck if you licked the right pussy you may even get extra dessert or something. That’s when I found I really love being with other girls on a consensual level. Nothing forced, nothing expected, no pain, none of the normal bad stuff. I could live with that.

              I was the first to be removed from my paradise. I was told I got a new home with a loving couple who had children of their own.  It was more like a couple of drunks with a boy that blamed me for everything if I didn’t let him put his tiny pecker in me. Fuck the same old shit again. But it was tolerable and I even got to attend school for the first time in my life. But being so far behind they didn’t know what to do with me so home schooling was recommended. The family decided that was too much trouble so again I was sent back after a little over a year.

              My next adventure in the life of an foster child was mild.  I just had to do every fucking thing under the sun from cleaning to laundry and any other thing they could think of.  The so called mom was a fucking drunk with some kind of clean phobia. The husband just ignored her all together and was always gone, so it wasn’t long before I was the in bed replacement for him. This I did not mind one bit.

              This went on a good while before the husband found out we were playing kissy kissy under the sheets, and he didn’t like it.  So one day I’m surprised by a visit from a man form the placement center who told me I was being moved again.   So back to the group home with the few girls that were left which consisted of some new faces and some new rules.  One of the new rules was beat up on the new girl and take all her shit. I didn’t like that game at all, but they did so they played it all the time.    

              Yeah, the downhill spiral had started once more. I was so depressed and the one thing that could bring me down even lower was a visit by my old non friend the fat man himself.  Yes, the 300 pound tiny dicked pervert from my very first days in child placement came to pick me up for an interview as he called it. We all fucking know what his god damn interview was. He took me out, parked and once again expected me to suck his dick. I’d had enough that day because I had just taken one of my beatings earlier. I said it was hot so I opened my door for some air, leaned over and bit the fuck out of his tiny pecker. He was beating and pounding on the back of my head but that just made me clamp down that much harder. Oh I was tasting a lot of blood in my mouth that day.  I was trying to bite it off.          

              He got a good punch in and that dazed me enough for him to get his dick out from between my teeth, but I got some skin that came with me. While he was crying and screaming holding what was left of his little willy I jumped from the car and started running. The dumbass had parked in the woods so I had lots of cover to hide in. I spent two nights in the woods before I even thought about coming out. This time I didn’t try hitching a ride because I knew that didn’t work, so I eased into the closet town and tried to blend in.