After my awful foster father took me home, the first thing he did was throw me into the swimming pool, ignoring my plea. I didn't understand why he kept treating me the way he did. I was numb with fear, while he didn't feel anything.

I crawled out of the pool and tried to dry off. I had grown much taller, the pool water only went up to my chest, I was not as helpless as when I was a child. But I still didn't like the cold and the way my clothes clung to my body.

My soaked clothes ...