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It's been a week since Elodie's life was changed. She has just settled in to her new foster home. Her foster parents seemed perfect but that's what scared her most. The perfect ones are always the most dangerous. She had no friends, her only belongings were the ones she kept in a bin bag in her wardrobe, just in case. Today was the first day she was allowed out. She had been kept under tight restrictions due to the big change for her. She wakes up to the morning sun peeping through her curtains. The room was white, almost shiny with the fresh sunlight, it was perfect. Too perfect, full of lies. She knows the foster system too well, better than the care workers it seemed. In the 13 years she had spent in the foster system she knew not to trust anyone or anything. Even the most happy couples seem to let their guard down after a few days.

Elodie's POV-
I spend an extra 10 minutes in bed after I wake up. The night was restless, kinda like the city I now have to call my home. I know better to let my guard down, I never sleep for too long, never relax but never make it too obvious. After I come to my senses, I get out of bed. The cold hardwood floors shock my system. My bed wasn't the best but it was warmer than this. I grab the clothes out of my bin bag, a plain black shirt that has a hole in the chest, it covered most of my neck, most of the memories and a pair of jeans. I brush my hair out and placed it in a messy bun. Sure the outfit may be a little slutty for my age but it's what I have. What he gave me. I creek open my door, listen for anything, the house is quiet, empty. I head to the kitchen to be greeted by a note on the counter left by my current foster parents.
Me and Tom have gone to work, you are free to go see the city today.
Be safe, we will be back later tonight hopefully.
Jane x
I shrug, nothing I wasn't used to. I loved my own company, free from control, free from the foster system for awhile. I grab a glass of water and my headphones along with my very old, slightly shattered iPod. I know it's unusual to see anyone have an iPod anymore but it was all I could afford when one of my 'homes' would give me allowance for chores. They weren't the nicest but at least I got money. I put on my tattered shoes, I could see my toe slightly peeking out of the hole at the top, so I grab some duct tape and cover it. I leave this place, and head out into a new world.

The city streets were warm with the fresh spring sunlight, I walk though the bronx and head uptown to Times Square. I know it's weird to go to the biggest tourist destination in New York maybe even in the country but for some reason busy parts of cities make time stop for awhile. After a two and a bit hour walk I reach it and just stand. Taking it all in. The happy families going shopping or on holiday, people going to school or work, street performers and everything goes quiet. I block out the bustling noise and block out the voice in my head. I go over to a small cafe about 5 minutes away from the square and grab a cup of coffee whilst watching a street performer outside from the window. My headphones are playing funeral by Phoebe Bridgers and I just stay here. It reached noon and I've had about 2 drinks, I feel a bit guilty, but they weren't too busy. Eventually I get up and leave, I head to what is now my new supposed home, Tom and Lisa my new foster parents are home and for a minute I forget I was ever a foster child but I remind myself nothing is permanent and it's always the perfect ones.
"What are you wearing" Lisa exclaims after I step into the house.
"Of course we get a whore for a foster child" Tom pipes up.
Yikes, thanks for the reminder. I shrug it off, nothing I wasn't used to. The empty wine bottle that soon smashed into the wall by my head explains it all. It's always the perfect ones.
" whatever, you aren't my parents anyway" I fight back. Big mistake. The smell of alcohol on toms breath becomes apparent once he gets close. His face staring into mine.
"Thank goodness for that. No wonder you can't keep a home. You probably went out to sleep around"
The throbbing in my head made it worst. I felt a warm ooze of blood run down my face. I was too careless. I knew they wouldn't be any different.
After what felt like hours of Tom hitting me. He was even perfect at that. Making sure nothing was too obvious apart from the cut on my forehead and a bruise to the cheek after he punched me hard for talking back, Lisa just sat back and added a couple of snide remarks here and there. I tried to fight back but I was weak against him and getting weaker. Once they were finished I was sent to my 'room' where I promptly escaped through the window. Thank fuck for fire exits. And I ran. I ran till I couldn't so I walked and walked till my legs gave out, I think I was near Times Square but I am so tired to know. I lean my bruised body against the cold bricks of a building. It is quiet here which means it should be safe. I'll just rest my head here and before I knew it everything was black.

Pippas POV-
Tonight is opening night on broadway for our new show "Hamilton". I love the theatre, have ever since I was a child, my father introduced me, encouraged me and now I'm here on broadway as a leading lady. I love the cast, love my role. I've become closest to Renèe and Jazzy, who play my sisters, and lin. He created this whole thing and I'm his wife in the show. I get ready in my changing room with the Schuyler sisters. The room is fresh. Our bags barely unpacked. It is perfect, full of soon to be memories.
Once the show was over I unwind a bit, get out of my costume, stretch and chatter to Jazzy. She is so sweet, we connected immediately and I'm so glad we did. We talk about anything and everything, she is literally like a little sister to me and Renèe is like a big sister. Renèe walks in and joins in on our nonsense chatter as we all destress. The show is great but tiring so it's helpful to have a bit of unwinding after, especially since it was our debut on broadway.
I check my phone and realise the time, it was late and I didn't like the idea riding the subway alone late at night. So I gather all my things up and say bye to Lin.
"You did a great job today" he says as I approach him in the hallway.
"Thank you, so did you. I have to go but I'll see you tomorrow" I rush off out through the back door of the theatre, but I trip over something and promptly fall smashing into the floor. Ouch. I lay there hugging the floor, letting my thoughts recollected after they were scattered around me.
"Watch where you are going" the sudden voice startle me and I look up to be greeted by a pair of beady eyes. It was too dark to see features of this mysterious stranger but the blue eyes seemed to light up.

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Hope you enjoyed, I know I kinda jumped right into it but I want this story to be about pippas and Elodie's relationship so I'd quite like for them to meet quite early on in the book.
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