Fox and I Chapter One, Where I left off. •••••••••••••••••••••••••• I believe I had just hit the cement with a hard CRACK. I felt my head split, but I wasn't dead yet. I took the last of my energy, glancing up at the window I tossed myself over, relieving myself of any problems. I wasn't a problem to anyone anymore. They weren't mine. I didn't have to watch or feel anymore abuse. I wasn't going to be alive. Or so I thought..... [/i] Robinsdale Park 4:45 P.M. Park Benches and Oak Trees. [/i] I am five years of age. My case sucks this life. Apparently, my mother believes she's a Wicken, and got pregnant with me. I'm her sixth child. It disgusts me with what I got stuck with. I'm being fought for adoption. Generally, I'm a misbehaving child. I'm wild, free, and wish to stay that way. Well Miss Jessica wants to change that to domesticated little girl. Maria is a cool mom, but I have to call her Maria. Not even mom, mommy or mother. "Danielle Isabella Todd, I want you to stay here. Sit on that bench until mommy comes back." She said, pointing to the green park bench. I nodded in understanding, sitting on the wooden bench. She walked off to do god knows what. I kicked my legs happily, glancing around. I saw a few people and waved, not even knowing who the heck they were. A boy sat next to me, much older. His eyes were sea green and sky blue mixed to create a gorgeous combination. His hair was a golden blonde, and fell in his eyes. I giggled, waving at him,"Hi!" "Heya little girl." He chuckled. "My name's Danielle! What's yours?" I asked, sitting up on my knees. My long, frilly, brown hair tumbled down my shoulders and my big, luminescent green eyes looked into his. "I can't tell you my name, but you can call me Fox." I giggled, sitting in his lap and patting his cheeks. "Why not?" I pouted, tugging on his hair. From the corner of my eye,I saw an old lady watching me. Almost like it was a girl, old version of this boy. "Because, I'm not supposed to." But somewhere else, I felt the same luminescent green eyes staring at me from afar. Not like I'd know that until someone yelled at me. The boy enjoyed holding me until a sharp voice scowled,"Danielle!" The boy jumped, flushing. "Hi Maria!" I waved, in his arms. He jumped off the bench, holding me up, cautiously taking steps back. "Who are you, lady?" He asked, his face expression changing with his tone. "Put her down!" "Danielle, who is she?" He whispered to me, holding my small chin. "Maria! My mommy!" I squeaked like a mouse, pointing at the slut for my mother. "Then it's time for you to go, huh?" He asked, setting me down in the wood chips. I sadly nodded, but kept a smile and waved at him. "Goodbye Foxy!" I squeaked. I walked with my mom for a minute or two before she turned to me, harshly pulling my shoulder to look at her. "Who was he?" "That's Foxy, mommy!" "You listen Danielle, boy's aren't good for ya!" Jesus, you're telling me. You're a whore and I'm you're sixth child. And you're 25. I'm five. I heard Jessica's friend say I was going to be a whore by 18. Oh great. Yeah... Hell no. I nodded like I understood, but that never kept me away from him.