It's only been eight months. Eight months since
my twin sister, Lilli, and I have moved out of our abusive
father's house, into a foster care, and finally to a married
couple who couldn't have kids but wanted some very much.
Kristi and John adopted us. Lilli and I have gotten very use to them. We have gotten so far that we sometimes call them mom and dad.
I was sitting at the kitchen table with Lilli as we were doing our homework, from school, something we did not get to do when we lived with our biological father. Instead we stayed home while our father sold us to get money for him to buy cigars and beer, and with the money left over gamble.
So we were sitting there doing our homework. We had a lot but we didn't mind because we were getting an education. John was off of work today and Kristi was still at work, but John was upstairs doing some kind of work on the computer.
I just finished my science homework and pulled out my history. Lilli did the same.
History was the worst of my subjects but I still tried. Lilli was the same but she really didn't try.
"What did you get for number four?" Lilli asked me.
"Figure it out, " I told her, "you have the book look it up."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her look at my paper. I pushed her away lightly. She looked over at it again and I pushed her away too hard then I needed to. She fell out of her chair and onto the ground.
I stood up. "Lilli I'm so sorry I -" she cut me off before I could finish my apology.
"Shut up," she said as she stood up. She looked at me and pushed me down. I fell down onto the ground. I looked up at her. For a second I felt like I was in my old life but then I realized it was Lilli instead of my father.
I stood up. "Why did you do that?"
"You pushed me first!" she smirked.
"Well I didn't mean to! You didn't have to push me!"
"Whatever." she rolled her eyes.
"I didn't mean to," I said, "I'm not the one who was weak and couldn't keep her butt in her chair."
She punched me in the gut. I bent over and held my stomach. When I regained myself I stood back up to see her smirking.
I slapped her across the face. "Wipe the smirk off your face, sis."
She held her face and rubbed it.
Lilli looked at me and smashed her fingers into her palms to form fists. She punched me in the eye.
Before I knew it we were on the ground punching, hitting, kicking, and biting each other.
"I hate you!" Lilli yelled while we were fighting.
"Hey, hey, hey!" John yelled as he ran down the stairs and pulled Lilli and me off of each other. He stood there in between us and put his arms out so we couldn't fight. "How about we go to our rooms?" he suggested.
We walked off to our room. We had separate rooms but in the same hallway, so we walked side by side.
When I got to my room I slammed my door. I sobbed silently which I learned how to do when I lived with my read dad because if he heard either of us crying he would come into our room "and give us something to cry about".
I heard footsteps in the hallway and they walked into Lilli's room. As a force of habit, when I heard the footsteps, I crawled into the corner of my room.
I kept crying. My mind went wild with all of the things my dad did to us. My mom died when she gave birth to Lilli and I, so we grew up without a mother. My dad was a good and protective father and cared about us so much. Then we turned eleven my dad started to gamble and lost all of his money he had saved up. He got so depressed he would beat Lilli and I. Then one day the thought popped into his head to sell us for money.
All of the bad things popped into my head. When my dad hung up the curtain to separate Lilli and my beds. He made them in a little box around the beds and when I asked him what he was doing he turned around and hit me saying "Don't question me, girl."
When he ripped off everything on our walls and painted them black. He threw away all of the pictures of Lilli and I when we was little and of everything. And one of those was including the only picture we had of our mother.
When we didn't raise enough money one day he would come in after the day and beat us all night. When we did make enough money he would let us sleep and give us two glasses of water and three pieces of bread. That happened for two years.
All of a sudden my door opened. John walked in.
"Hey honey...what are you doing on the floor?" he asked and picked me up, placing me onto my bed.
His arm pulled me closer to him where I was basically sitting on his lap.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" he asked.
So I told him the whole story about Lilli trying to cheat and how I pushed her away and that started the fight. I told him I didn't mean for her to fall or anything that's just what happened.
When I finished he nodded his head and looked down at my tear-stained face.
"Mmm" he mumbled.
I looked up at him. "Are you going to spa-" he cut me off.
"Of course not Kaitlyn! I just got you away from all of that I wouldn't do it to you." he explained.
I nodded. "Thank you."
"But I do want you to tell your sister you're sorry." he said, "And then I want you to finish your homework, eat dinner, take a shower, and go to bed."
I stood up and walked out of my room and into Lilli's room with John following after me. When I opened the door she was doing the same thing I did. She looked up and ran to me pulling me into a hug.
"I'm so sorry, Kaitlyn." she whispered.
I hugged her back. "Me too, Lil', me too."
John hugged us both forming a group hug. "I love you guys!" he said and kissed both of our heads.
Those words and kiss came from the lips of an angel. A saving angel.