I told two cops my story about how my foster dad beat me up and why I ran away for about an hour and at the end of it, they told me they believed me. Apparently, in my file, it said there was suspected abuse but since I denied it all so they couldn't really do anything about it.

Almost two full days later I was placed in a new foster home with a crazy cat lady and the other foster kid she's housing. For some reason, I'm not going to a group home.

The house was cluttered, there were cats of all types everywhere, and the other foster boy kept giving me dirty looks but the old lady was nice and the environment was cozy.

After getting settled in, I sat down on the twin bed I was given in the back room of the house and I contemplate things like getting an actual job.

"What's with all the blood?" Tyler, my roommate asks as he sits on his bed, that's across from mine, "Did you kill someone?"

Tyler is a seventeen, almost eighteen-year-old guy with creamy black skin, he's short for a guy, he has pretty light brown eyes, and short curly black hair.

My hand shoots up and I touch the dried blood on my neck from where that vampire bit me. I'm guessing the cops couldn't see it because I had my hood up for most of the day but I took it off entirely when I got here.

I ignore the blood though, I've gotten used to it living in a house of vampires for two weeks.

I lean back against the wall, "Would you believe me if I said a vampire bit me?"

He shrugs, "Maybe, did a vampire bite you?"

"No, but it sounds cooler than saying I ran into a tree." I say throwing my head back.

"Big ass tree." He says laughing.

I'd give the new girl dirty looks too if she had blood streaming down their neck.

"The biggest." I say letting out a small laugh, I think I like it here so far.

"If you're laughing that means your family isn't dead or hasn't died recently and seeing that you're here probably means option two." Tyler says crossing his legs Indian style.

I nod, "Correct, kinda, maybe. I don't know, I haven't seen them since I was seven and I was thrown off a bridge by my dad."

"Well shit, sorry. Damn, my story isn't that bad. My dad died of pneumonia two years ago and my mom deserted us when I was young."

"Yay!" I say chuckling lightly, "We're both practically orphans!"

He laughs lightly before grabbing a towel off of the counter by his bed before tossing it at me, "You should get a shower, the bathrooms across the hall."

I stand up, "What, are you saying I stink?"

Tyler bites his lips ever so slightly so he doesn't laugh, "Yes terribly, I can smell you from here!"

I roll my eyes and I flip him off before exiting the room and stepping over a few cats to reach the bathroom.

Once I close the bathroom door I gag, it smells like dirty cat litter in here and it's disgusting. After looking around a small bit I spot the source of the smell, a very very overfilled cat litter box.

It grosses me out but I need to take a shower so I lock the door and look around for a camera before stripping down and hopping in. I always check for hidden cameras in new foster homes before changing or showering. I don't particularly want on end up on a porn site.

After washing up and drying my hair I return back to the room to find Tyler sleeping peacefully with a ugly naked cat by his side.

I didn't want to bother him so I quietly close the door and I sit down on my bed, just staring at the dirty wall behind Tyler's bed.