Foster Love

Izzy a sixteen year old girl who has been in and out of foster homes is waiting to find the right home to stay in. When Mrs. and Mr. Kurt bring Izzy home with them, they start to think that they might want to keep her forever. When Izzy meets Vic she insistently falls in love. its against foster rules to date your foster sister's or brother's. Will Izzy confess her feelings for Vic or will she hide them away forever?


10. Claire.

Izzy's P.O.V


Claire always understood me. She was there when no one else was. I wanted to find her, talk to her. My first spot to look was her old work, the cafe just down the road from one of my old houses. It took me about half a hour to reach the cafe, I parked right infront. Since Vic and I were kind of a thing, I used his car. I walked in to the cafe to notice a few of my old friends, they didn't notice me.

"IZZY?!?" Well at least I thought they didn't. I turn to the voice coming to me. CLAIRE, it's claire. Oh my god.

"Oh my god I missed you so much!!" I hugged her tightly never wanting to let go.

"Can-cant breath here" I let go and a huge smile came upon my face.

"I really missed you!" I jump with joy.

"I missed you too." She smiles, I missed her perfect smile.

"So why are you working here still?" I say following her in the back of the cafe, I wave at the owners who I knew from before.

"Well I stopped working here for a while, but I kinda need some money" shit, I know what that means.

"What did you get yourself into this time?" I look at her, I know she owns someone something.

"I borrowed some drugs from someone and I just havent had the money to pay them back" I move her hair away from her face and give her a small kiss on the cheek.

"How much babes?" I honestly love claire like a sister.

" two thousand." She claims, I drop my mouth open. The whole chin to the feet thing.

"Dammit!" She looks over at the front of the store and then she runs and grabs her coat.

"What?" I say confused. She then grabs my hand and pulls me out of the cafe. Once we get out these two big men move closer to us, all of a sudden they pick us both up and shove us in the back of a car.

"Are you kidding me claire?" Its all her fault, what if we die?. My phone starts ringing, i open it to see Vic calling me. I answer.

'Hello?' I hear his breathing pick up speed.

'Izzy... Great... Uh jackie dies' I take a second to think about who that was.

'I'm sorry who?' I ask not having any idea who he is talking about.

'The girl from the fight.' Fuck, what if the cops think i did it.

'Izzy they know you did it. They said you have to go to court, to try not to go to prison.' I cant go back there, prison, its way worst then it sounds.

'i cant't go back!' I say a bit to loud, the big man who is driving the car turns around and grabs my phone and throws it out of the moving car. 

The windows in the car are tinted so people from the outside wouldn’t be able to see us, Will we ever get out of here?. I move closer to Claire and hug her.

“It will be okay.” I claim, not really knowing if it will be.  She really needs to stop doing stupid things like this. She’s just going to get herself hurt, Maybe even killed! I worry for her, I worry for her life.

“I’m so so sorry I had to get you in to this Izzy.” A few hot tears fall down her face, making a small wet spot on her jeans.

“Listen, I’m here to help you. I’m not leaving” I hold her tightly trying to comfort her. The car comes to a stop, I slide forward when the driver hits the breaks hard. I smash my face on the seat in front of us, I push myself back up. Both mine and Claire’s door swing open, the two men from the café pull us out of the car. They walk us in to this huge house, Once we reach the living room there is two chairs in the middle of the room. The two men set us down on the chairs and tie our hands up with rope. My are so tight I can feel the rope cutting through my skin. Then I find us alone in the room, I look over at Claire tears cover her face. I look around the room for a possible way out, nothing. BANG! I look at Claire who is now on the floor, she fell over.

“Claire shut up!” I say not thinking at all, why does she always have to fuck up.

“Great you made it” I hear a voice enter the room. I turn my head to see Ryan, I gasp.

“Ryan..” I look down at my feet which are tied up also.

“Izzy, how great to see you.” He grabs my chin and makes me look at him. He kisses me, I hate ever second of this.

“Oh and Claire, my dear. Please get up.” He waves a big man over who then grabs her chair and picks her up. Why would she ever do anything with Ryan, buying drugs or anything with him. She knows what he did.

“So when you have no more girls to rape you go selling drugs?” I say sounding like a snob. Ryan walks over to me fast and slaps me across the face.

“YOU WANTED IT!” He shouts in my face. I close my eyes and wish I would just die. My breathing picks up speed, And he notices.

“Scared? Great.” He smirks and walks over to the desk in the room. He sits in the big chair and opens a drawer.

“So miss Claire, I see you own me two thousand.” He looks over at Claire, so do I. She’s still crying. “Stop crying you little pussy!” He shouts.

“Back the fuck off.” I say using all the courage I have.

“Excuse me?” He turns he’s head fast to me. Anger fills his eyes.

“You heard me. Take me. Let her go.” I look over at Claire she shakes her head.  He laughs a little.

“Sweetie, I don’t want your homeless ass.” I get super angry after he says that. I try and pull hands out of the rope, the rope digs in to my skins, My wrists start bleeding.

“Shit.” I bite my lip in pain. Ryan then grabs a knife out of his desk.

“So Claire you’re going to pay me back a different way.” He smiles and looks at me. I shake my head begging. He then gets up and walks over to me.

“Where would you like to be stabbed?” He laughs at his own joke. I then take my head and head butt him. He falls to his ass.

“Little BITCH!” He gets up and jam’s the knife in to my leg. I scream in pain, hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

“LET HER GO!” Claire screams. I look over at her and mouth ‘I Love you’. Another jab to my leg, then another. Blood rushing down my leg, covering the beautiful carpet. He stabs my other leg and leave the knife in.

“Now, The coast down to one thousand.” He smiles and makes his way back to the desk.

“Do it again.” I claim, going through so much pain. It was hard enough the use my voice to get those words out. He turns around, pleasure in his smile. He walks over to me, grabs the knife. Turns it in my leg. I can feel my flesh ripping open, I scream in pain.

“FUCK! IM SO SORRY IZZY!” I close my eyes and tilt my head back trying to control my screaming. I start feeling dizzy, I feel the knife getting pulled out of my torn my leg. He goes for my stomach, the knife goes in deep. I scream, I can’t control my screams anymore. Blood covers my body, I fear for my life. It’s all for Claire, that goes through my head on repeat.

“Great, see Claire she’s a team player.” I open my eyes and look down at myself. I’m all torn up, Blood everywhere. I look over at Claire who has her eyes shut.  I start feeling really weak, unable to keep my eyes open anymore. I feel him continuing to stab me, Also punching me several times. I then feel my ropes being untied, then my getting carried out of the room, thrown in to the back of the car.

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