Forrest's POV
The man was drunk, and I knew immediately that this experience would be just like my birth home-abusive.

"Come on you slut!"
The man slurred his words at me.

He literally pushed me in the back seat of his car. I was too scared to make a run for it. So I sat there like a fuck'n deer in headlights as he started the truck.
We left.

When we got to his house, he opened the back door, and yanked me out by my shirt collar. I didn't even fight back as he dragged me inside his home. The man then threw me into a room with only a sheet from a bed in it. No light, no bed, no food, no bathroom. I'm glad I went before I left because I wouldn't be going for a while now.
I got used to my plain surroundings, no food or water, no friends, but the boy going to the bathroom part..... holy shit it was bad.

One morning I awoke at six. I felt uncomfortable, warm, and wet on my bottom. I had wet myself.
This was the first time in years!

"Wake the hell up bastard!"
He said kicking me.

I winced at every blow to my stomach. It felt as if my ribs were breaking.- wouldn't surprise me if they already were, like my heart.

The man punched me in the face causing several bruises to accumulate. I was hoping the man wouldn't smell my accident but, he did..... "What the hell bastard! Your such a baby wimp! Clean this piss up right now! MOVE!"
He shouted hitting me several times.

I'll admit, it hurt-the abuse. What hurt even more was the feeling that nobody was ever going to love me.
I cleaned up my accident. Then the man came straight back for me.

"So bastard, since you think your bed is a toilet, you'll be sleeping in the basement!"
He said.

He threw open the basement door-which, hit the wall with a loud bang, and pushed me halfway down the stairs-literally! I got up from the cold ground as the man regained his powerful grip on my hair and shirt, and then he threw me down again. This time, I would not be getting back up.
He chained me to the wall, kicking me and left to head back up the stairs.

The very next morning the police arrived at the mans house, and arrested the man. Me, they took me to another foster home!
I spent the next two nights in the foster home with kids whom where much, much younger than me. I felt awkward, and a little scared.

Then, one morning, a couple came to the home, they were planning on fostering. They wanted a boy!

'Hell no, I ain't going with them!'
I thought as I packed my bags and got ready to runaway, AGAIN!

"FOREST! Come down here."
I heard the owner of the boys home call.

The couple, took me home with them!🏴