Chapter 3
Her father made her touch him but this time she fought back but was only grabbed by the hair and was thrown across the basement. She was really weak from being so thin from not getting any food . She cried and held her ribs from the pervoues kicks fromy school. Her father didn't stop there, he took her to the bathroom and tired to drowned her which made her scared of water.
Her father just laughed. He was soon tackled and she was passed out . The person took her gently and immediately to a hospital. " You'll never going to get your daughter back ever again" . The person worked for Child Protection Service. He went for the check up but saw trough the window how her father tried to drown her. Mayla woke up hours later and soon was be able to leave the hospital. The person put her in a foster home and from there was worst. Mayla was tied up while her foster mother wipped her with a wip on her back leaving a bruise.
For the next 4 months she went to and from foster homes. Each time getting wosrt. Sometimes she would be left out in the cold and never got any new clothes other than for school. She at this point hardly ever cried.
She learned not to cry in fnort of people. She was alone she would cried herself to sleep quietly and when she did her foster father would play a 'game ' with her .
He would touch her and sometimes leave marks and brusies on her thighs and no one seemed to care .
She was so close of giving up. She honestly thought she was all the things people said . She was really worthless and a whore. She also never thought herself as beautiful or stunting. The words was getting to her .
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