The cursed fortune.

Madeline and me grew up in financial scarcity. After mother died when we were 12, the foster system took us in. Me and Madeline had to jump from family to family throughout the system, so we moved around often. It wasn’t advantageous enough how our foster parents abused their power. Laying in bed at night with a thin sheet covering my body, I stare at the ceiling fan mounted above me wondering when this nightmare come to pass. We loved mom and how funny and creative she was. We cherished every moment of her contagious laughter and beautiful graceful grin when we’d play video games together on multiplayer mode. We didn’t have much however, our mom did whatever she could to assure me and Madeline could face the world.

But whatever my new life was with these foster parents was pure hell. My foster dad will come in late at night when everyone else to sleep in, pull his pants down and have his way with me as he covered my mouth and told me that if I were to ever say anything, that I would be a dead girl. It was like this on most weekends. Because my foster mom was out helping the mayor of my town for local fundraisers to help him get elected as governor so she wasn’t home until late in the evening. This was our new lives now and it’s sucked. I had no control over the abuse and mistreatment. I’d just turned 18 about 5 months ago and was finally able to go apply for a good state college. Except, my foster dad would force us to all work at his Cracker Barrel franchise store after school. So much for actual after school activities since we’d slave away in the kitchen serving old white bigoted Vietnam vets who’d always come by for their evening meals as they congregate and discuss among each other how this country used to be.

Every time I would get near these group of people, they would give me blatant stares of confusion and hatred. My dark skin was a symbol that I and them were not the same. See, this is how much I dreaded working at Cracker Barrel and for my foster father. I had to deal with numerous adversities and judgment that was straightforward and blatant. “ Hurray up with my tots you!” One of the veterans would yell at me as if I had any control over the situation.

I didn’t know how longer I could take the situation. I didn’t know how longer I would tolerate living with my foster father and mother while being raped and sexually abused. I didn’t have a whole Lot of money. I wasn’t even being paid to work.

If me and Madeline couldn’t break out of this place and get away from these sick people, then I was doing a disjustice to my sister, my only family.

When I was finally done with my shift that night, foster dad was waiting for me to get into his pickup truck. I dreaded this moment because he likes to touch me in a secluded area in town inside of that truck. I was mentally going crazy and wasn’t sure if I could do this anymore. As I was in the process of taking off my Apron in the bathroom, a tall beautiful woman of mystic; was in front of the rest room’s mirror and sink. She slowly put lipstick on as she rubbed her lips and saw her crying just a little bit. I saw her throw away a black little book. I caught it from the crack of the bathroom stall. When this lady left the restroom, I immediately grabbed this mysterious black book from out of the trash bin and opened it’s pages.

In the book as a skull and words printed in Latin and English. I proceeded to search further into the book that read ‘fortunes are riddled in reverse to activate the fortune’s curse’.I suddenly heard a strike of thunder as I read in my mind those exact words. There was something about that black book that perhaps could rescue me and Madeline. It could make us a fortune and if legally,be able to claim the money as mines. But at what cause? Because in order for the fortune to activate, attached to it is a curse.

I wasn’t completely sure if this was legit but I went ahead and looked at the different types of fortunes in numbers. The higher the amount of money, the bigger the curse. And there it was; $2 billion dollars printed on the last page with a warning that read ‘read this number out loud 20 times to activate the spell’ and I did exactly that while quietly in the Cracker Barrel restroom.

What happened next, was completely next level spooky. As I headed to the pick up truck, I saw my foster dad’s body stiffed, slumped over and leaning against the window with his eyes rolled up. Ine of my working managers from the next shift notice their boss(my foster parent) unresponsive on the drivers side of the truck. Soon after, EMT staff broke into the window to let the body out as there was were commotion at the Cracker Barrel’s parking lot that evening. The night manager was on his smart phone trying to contact my foster mom, but she also wasn’t available. The EMT did everything they could to revive him but it was too late. “ We need to declare him dead so you wanna write down here the date, the time we found him and his date of death..” one of the Senior EMT crew was saying to what appeared to be a first day rookie on the job.

My foster dad was declared clinically dead oddly enough right after I uttered that spell from the black book. Don’t get me wrong, I was just as shocked and traumatized from it as everyone else around me.

That night, a co worker who worked on my shift drove me back home and escorted me to the door. We knocked on the door several times when we heard Sirens behind us. Apparently, my foster mom had a heart attack in the tub and her entire family also had a mysterious death accrue as well. This stuff was getting super strange way too fast and I was scared of what was happening around me.

After taking a trip from the hospital and filling out corner reports, a coworker of mine‘s allowed me in Medellin to stay at their place for a while. Everything was super strange in our foster parents family members were dying like flies mysteriously under a strange coincidence. The actual children of the foster parents took us in, spent the night at their friends house over the concerned that perhaps the house they were staying in, was cursed. In the back of my mind I was chanting to myself “remain calm remain calm, it’s not the black book quote when in all reality deep down that black book had everything to do with what was happening to my foster family.

Weeks went by, my foster parents were buried and we were in the system yet again. Just me and Madeline with all of our belongings in a suitcase sitting in the lounge of the CPS service. A strange tall man with black shades in a suit approached me as he walked in the building. With him, was a solid leather black brief case.Once the mysterious guy in shades in a suit showed his ID to the administrators, they looked at me and singled a wave for me to come up front.

‘ Mam, we are from the secret intelligence bank, we’d like you and your sibling to follow us’ the men in black suits said to me and Madeline.

30 minutes later, these men sent us to a hotel room and opened up briefcases that was estimated to be 2.1 billion dollars.

Me and Madeline looked at each other in shock as I frantically took out the black book I found that day. I excused myself and went into the bathroom just starting at myself with a cynical smirk on my face as I cried and looked crazy. I cried for a good 12 minutes then took the black book out of my pocket and threw it in the trash. As I went out of the bathroom and back into the limousine, a beautiful brown Mexican woman step into the bathroom with scars and bruises all over her body. You could tell she was disgruntled. She’s at near the trash been where I threw the black book at, except it layed on the floor. So the ladie sitting on the floor in the restroom grabbed the book and saw that I was about to leave when she grabbed my shirt and said ‘ you forgot this’ and I looked shocked at her and left the hotel to sit in the limousine shocked at what happened and how life wouldn’t be the same for me and Madeline.

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