Come Back in Vengence Novel – Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have nothing? No money, no home, no life, no family, and no love. To be stripped of your dignity and self-worth. To be given away as a baby and jump from foster home to foster home. To feel the pain of being given up on before anyone even tries to make you feel wanted. No? Well, I have. My name is Talia Rivers and I just turned 21 years old on August 21st.
On my eighteenth birthday, I was kicked out of an all-girls foster home. Kicked out with only five hundred dollars, a cell phone, and a letter that my parents left for me when they left me at a fire station in the cold. Who does that to a baby? Who gives birth, keeps their baby for a week, and then drops them off at a fire station like garbage. It’s horrible and I couldn’t believe I was that baby and those were my parents. By the time I was fifteen years old, I have been in eight foster homes and two all-girl homes.
I have dealt with abuse, mentally and physically from my foster parents and siblings. Yeah, it was horrible until I turned sixteen and was sent to Realms All-Girls School. It was a school for young girls ages 12-18, who were in the system and had nowhere to go. They provided three meals a day and a room. But the rooms were made to fit ten girls in each. Each room was like a classroom and had a teacher or ‘foster mom’ as they told us. The foster mom would be the one to teach those ten girls everything they would need to know.
School lessons and survival education. By the time you leave, you should have your GED. But the survival lessons usually were about how to dress for an interview, what to say, how to pay bills and they even teach us how to beg if we can’t find a job. That’s where I met Mrs. Jones. She was my foster mom there and she was the sweetest lady ever. We got along really well and I was able to talk to her about everything. She felt like she was my real mom and it hurt me that the moment I turned eighteen, I had to leave. But I think it hurt more that she couldn’t adopt or foster me outside of the girl’s home.
But she made sure I had a phone to be able to call her and five hundred dollars to be able to get a room for a few nights while I looked for a job. She wanted me to stay in Oregon but I told her I couldn’t and she understood. So that’s when I decided I wanted to go to Los Angeles, California and she thought it was a good idea and bought me a train ticket. We shed our tears and I left, calling and texting her on my way there since it took a couple days. When I arrived in Los Angeles, it was mid day and the sun was setting.
I got off the train with my one little suitcase that held a couple pairs of jeans and a few shirts and one interview outfit. Mrs. Jones made sure I had clothes before I left and I couldn’t thank her enough. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to her, letting her know I have made it and was heading towards a motel for the night. She replied quickly and told me to be safe. I smiled at the phone reading that before I placed it in my back pocket and walked down the street until I found a motel. It looked a little run down on the outside but not to bad.
I walked to the front desk and got me a room for the night. I was a little shocked when I heard the room was $40 a night. I paid and the receptionist gave me a room keys. I thanked her and headed straight to my room. Walking in, it had a single full size bed, a dresser with a old box tv on it, and a little microwave. It also had a bathroom with a sink, tub and toilet. I few towels sat on the sink with complementary soaps. I looked at the shower and thought it would be so good to take a shower.
I placed my bag on the bed and took some pajamas out for when I got out the shower. I went back towards the bathroom and stripped out of my dirty raggedy clothes. I hopped in the shower and stood under the hot water for about twenty minutes before I washed my body and got out. I got ready for bed in my pajamas and turned the tv on. I kep