Chapter 69. The City of My Dreams

Hannah’s POV

[Flashback]

“Congratulations, you’re eighteen and no longer a responsibility of the state or my fucking problem. Pack up and get the fuck out.”

Normal people would have woken up to their families singing happy birthday to them. At least that’s what I thought happened with kids who lived in normal homes with families.

I don’t have a family like normal people, and as of today, I’m no longer a kid which is a good thing.

It means I’m finally free from this hell of a place called a foster home and I’m especially free from the monster standing in front of me.

“What are you staring at?”

“Nothing,” I whispered softly, avoiding her gaze.

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Pack your shit and get out, I ain’t got no more food for you. Don’t you fucking dare steal anything, I’m watching you.”

I picked up my small bag from my little corner. I had already packed my stuff last night. Can’t blame me, I’ve been wa