Aubrey's POV

"Wake up!" My foster mother screamed. I jumped and sat up quickly and looked at her. "You have five minutes to get dressed. If you're not dressed by then you're gonna regret it." She said angrily. I whimpered and nodded my head quickly.

She walked out of the room and I sat on the bed for a few more seconds and then quickly got dressed. I didn't have much, so it was easy picking out my outfit. Once I was dressed, I walked to the top of the stairs.

"Foster Momma! May I come down?" I asked as politely as I could. I heard footsteps walking to the stairs and there stood my Foster Father. I held back a whimper as he gave me a creepy smile. "Yeah. Come down here" He said. I slowly walked down the stairs and tried to go past him but he gripped my hair tightly in his hand and yanked me back. "Gonna cry? Go ahead. Do it." He said. I tried to hold the tears back but I couldn't help it. The tears trickled down my cheek. Once he saw the tears he yanked my hair harder.

"Thomas! Let her go. If she has any marks I can't cover Louis will see them!" My foster mother yelled. My foster father glared at her then looked at me. "You got lucky. Just wait until your dad leaves." He spat. I whimpered silently and he let me go. I felt a shooting pain in my arm as my foster mother gripped my arm tightly, her manicured nails digging deep into my skin, and dragged me back upstairs and into the bathroom.

She got her makeup out and scattered it all on the floor. "If you utter a word about anything to your father, I will make sure you never see him, hell I'll make sure you never see daylight again." She said, digging her fingernails into my arms once again.

She spent the next ten minutes covering up any evidence of abuse while also telling me that my father doesn't love me and he gave me up because I was too ugly and not worth his time. After all the evidence was covered and my self-esteem was broken, she yanked my hair roughly into a French braid. My scalp was on fire from all the yanking I've endured today.

"Go get your sandwich and water. Then sit in your corner." She said. I did what I was told. About twenty minutes passed by and the doorbell finally rung. My foster mother glared at me for a moment then went and answered the door.

"Louis! Eleanor!, It's so nice to see you two again!" She said. "Hello Angela" I heard my father say. "Is Aubrey ready?" My mother's voice asked. "She sure is" I watched as my mother and father walked in and looked at me.

"Why is she sitting in a corner?" My mother asked. "I had asked her a bunch of times to stop throwing her ball in the house and she had broken one of my vases." My foster mother lied. My father shot me a stern look and walked over to me.

"Why aren't you being a good girl like you promised?" He asked. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Aubrey Mae look at me" My father said. I looked up at him with a sad look. "Maybe we shouldn't go to the park today." My father said. "But daddy.." I whimpered quietly. "But nothing. You need to behave and listen to Tom and Angela. We will still go today but next time we won't. Understand?" He asked. I nodded holding back the tears. He lifted me up into his arms.

"We'll be back in a few hours" My mother said. With that being said, we left. Once we arrived at the park, my mother took me out of my car seat and placed me down on the ground. "Wanna go to the swings sweetheart?" She asked with a smile. I nodded. I had a small smile as we walked to the swings. She lifted me up onto a swing and I held onto the chains tightly and she pushed me gently. I giggled as I swung higher and higher. My father came over and carefully stopped the swing and lifted me off of it.

"Have you eaten anything princess?" He asked. I nodded my head but then my stomach growled. He chuckled. "It sounds like you're still hungry though." I smiled nervously. He carried me over to the picnic table and sat me down. There was a large brown paper bag in front of me. He reached into it and took out a sandwich, apple slices, a small brownie and a juice box.

"Eat up sweetheart." He said. He sat down next to me and my mother sat down next to him. I slowly ate the food in front of me. I went to drink some of my apple juice and I accidentally tipped it and it spilled on my dress and some landed on my legs.

"You don't tip it honey" My father said. He grabbed a napkin and wiped my dress off and then wiped off my leg. He furrowed his eyebrows when one of my bruises start showing a little. He looked at the napkin and his eyes widened when he sees that the napkin is covered in makeup. "Honey. Why is there makeup on your leg?"