Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2020 08:19:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Life as a Foster Kid Part 1 (Young Friends) New story for you. Thanks to one of my best friends for the inspiration for this and also thanks to the Nifty reader David for his emails which together have inspired this story. Hope you like it and please do donate to Nifty at the link below to keep this great resource going! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html On with the story... "This is your last chance." They always say that. And then they send me to some god awful family and wonder why I cant settle. I dream of the day I can just be sent to a nice normal family where no one bullies me, gropes me, treats me like shit. I know I'm the bottom of the food chain, the bullies at school constantly remind me of that. "You parents hated you so much they gave you up", "Did you dad bum you?" "Nobody loves you, everyone hates you". The insult and questions would be thrown at me, with a hurtful and nasty edge. Thing is, my Dad did hate me. That's how I ended up here, living in foster homes. Well my father was a bad man, let's just leave it at that. He can't hurt me anymore thankfully but some scars won't heal. I'm just thankful that a teacher at school put two and two together and realised there were too many bruises just from playing football. It all kicked off when the police got involved, he shouted I was a traitor, that I betrayed him. I hadn't, I was much too scared of him to have reported him but I'm glad someone twigged what he was up to. Still, I was free of him but bloody hell in the short term it didn't get better. My dad was arrested and with no family I was taken into care and placed in a temporary foster home with other kids while a more permanent arrangement was sorted. It was chaos, I've no idea how the council approved it. The foster parents were virtually absent, just taking the cash for us being there and spending it in the pub. Apparently they ran a tight ship (also known as borderline abusive) but made sure everything looked hunky dory whenever social services came up. Gary, the foster "father" (I use the term lightly) was all smiles when social services showed me round, as soon as they left he flipped and was very clear. "Keep your nose clean, keep out of trouble, keep your mouth shut. You'll only be here a few days and I have no desire to see you more than I have to." he said. He showed me my bedroom. Well I say my bedroom. The bedroom where I'd be sleeping. There were two sets of bunk beds and so I'd be sharing with three other boys. Great. I hoped they were nice. I didn't know which bed was mine but I guess I'd find out when they were back from school, which would be soon. I hoped they were around my age,13 years old, or younger. I was slight of build, barely into puberty, basically a lamb to the slaughter in this situation. I sat down on the floor with my bags and started to read. It wasn't long before there were footsteps running up the stairs, the door burst open and a couple of black kids my age but bigger in size came in. They looked similar so I guess they were twins. "Hi, I'm Sam" I said putting out my hand. They ignored me and I tried to introduce myself again. "You're not Sam, you're our new fuck toy. Tonight is going to be fun," one of them said giggling, then they started bullying me, pushing me around and trying to steal my stuff. All the emotion of what happened to me came flooding back and I was in tears very soon. "Oi! Leave him alone" I heard another boy say and the two scarpered out the room. I looked up to see another black kid, a bit older than me, he came over and sit next to me. "Hey sorry about that, it's tough here. The twins have been for ever, no one wants them, unsurprisingly as they're a fucking nightmare" the boy said. He smiled and said he was called Dwayne. I said I was Sam and we had a bit of a chat. "You been here long?" I asked. "A few weeks, they keep saying I'm getting out of here but it never happens. Not many people want to foster teenagers and being black, well I suspect some people just think I'm a gang member, it's always the subtle racism that's the worst" he said. I told him I'd been told I'd be out of here in a few days, he grinned. "Yeah well an attractive white boy like yourself, they'll pick you up no problem. Black hair, green eyes, it's like your fucking Harry Potter." he said. I sensed some annoyance in his voice, I guess it must be annoying to be stuck here when you think you should be next to leave and some white kid says he'll be out in no time. "Anyway, what did the twins do?" He asked. I said they'd been pushing me around and trying to steal my stuff. I then blushed: "they also referred to me as their new fuck toy" I said embarrassed at talking about it. "Oh and said tonight was going to be fun". Dwayne grimaced, "Well that doesn't surprise me, they like white meat. You wouldn't be the first white boy that they've been balls deep in" he said. Fuck. Really?! What sort of place was this? "Er really? I don't suppose it would help me to tell them I'm not gay? And by balls deep what do you mean" I asked confused and concerned. "Well they aren't gay either, just horny boys, the last boy we had here one fucked up the arse while the other got his dick sucked at the same time, they then swapped and made him do it the other way round. He sobbed so much I had to turn the music in my headphones up very loud" Dwayne said. He didn't sound sympathetic and I did wonder why didn't he stop it? "Doesn't Gary stop them?" I asked. "He doesn't care, I think he even takes photos sometimes from what I've heard. I felt sorry for the boy, but it was partly his own fault, he was offered protection and he chose to ignore it. Bad move" Dwayne said. I sat there in stunned silence. How could I get out of this situation? Could I phone social services? And what would I say? I suspected they'd just think I was trying it on. I ended more info, "what protection was he offered?" I asked, wondering if that was an option for me....