Dr Henley Monologue

My clothes are folded neatly on the bed, they smell fresh as if they are this way all the time. I heard them over talking (foster parents) the social worker will be here today. I 'm being placed in another home, another dump I 'm sure. I start packing without being told, I know this routine all too well. I can see the Social Worker pull up in her beat up car, I doubt they pay her a lot of money to come transport me though. Mrs. Henley my foster mom stands behind me at the front door so that the social worker won’t have to come inside and Mr. Henley stands behind her in silence nursing the cigar in his mouth. I 'm afraid to look at him. I can feel his hands all over me, I can still taste his drunken sour tongue in my mouth. I still feel him violating my youth. He 's not the first, he 's only one of the many who 's raped me, I 'm 10 years old, and I’m not a virgin. I hate

The ride in the car seems so long. I close my eyes and pretend she 's taking me home, my parents are waiting for me. I can see welcome home balloons and banners as we arrive. My mother stands crying, overwhelmed with joy and my dad is running to the car, I can see his hands on the back window where I 'm sitting. He almost snatches the door open, before the car has completely stopped. I 'm completely frozen, I 've never felt this way before but I 'm not afraid this time! And just before he opens the door to snatch me up with love I hear the social worker say "OK Sara, we 're here". I open my eyes and it 's nothing like that, No banners, No balloons.

Instead what lie in front of me was a huge building. I entered with my social worker and she was immediately placed into handcuffs. I guess there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Come to find out the people that I had been placed with every few weeks were paying the social worker to have me. Turns out I was just one of the few players in her game and one kid became so fed up with it that he or she finally spoke out. This helped lead to a