A/N: Quickly before we start for those who don't know:
(Y/N) = Your name
(L/N) = Last name
(H/C) = Hair color
(H/L) = Hair length
(E/C) = Eye color
(F/C) = Favorite color
And that's pretty much everything. (I'm making Toby younger than the creepypasta intended him to be, Hope you don't mind. )
××Your point of view××
I'm sitting in my room at my foster home, it's my birthday I'm 15 today and it's offically been a year since I was put in this hell hole.
I'm laying in bed quietly remembering everything that happened that morning.
*Flashback*
I woke up.
Not to a 'Happy Birthday' but to screams downstairs, Mom and Dad are fighting again. This became a normal thing and the cops were over here at least twice a day to stop the fights, I hear glass shatter and a slap that follows and I hear my mother scream in pain.
No time to get dressed, I run downstairs in my (F/C) pajamas to find my mom and dad.
I enter the kitchen and see my mom on the floor holding her face, where my dad had obviously hit her, and my dad hovering over her.
I see a broken vase on the floor, that's what broke. "DAD! GET AWAY FROM HER!" I yell standing up to my father secretly hoping the neighbors already called the police and they were on their way.
"Well, well, well. someones being ballsy today." my father says before turning around and I see his ugly smirk.
He walks over and grabs my (H/L) (H/C) hair and tugs it harshly making me look up at him, I'm terrified but I can't let him see that so I glare at him with steely (E/C) eyes.
His face gets right into mine.
"Ballsy girls are the most irritating girls there are." He says and the stench of alcohol violates my nose and I cringe.
I spit in his face trying to get him away from me.
"YOU LITTLE-" he yells and raises his hand to hit me.
Before he can bring his hand down a knock is heard at the door and I silently breathe a sigh of relief.
"WHO IS IT?" my father shouts not letting me go just yet.
"Police, open up!"
Shouts a man and I'm let go as my mother gets up and opens the door.
Aside from an officer there are two other gentlemen with him in suits, my mother invites them in with a smile.
They walk in and I get a better look at the men, one was tall and slim, he had grey eyes and short black hair, he was handsome and nice looking, the other man was older, shorter, not fat but a little bigger than the other guy, he had dark blue eyes and greyish black hair he didn't smile at all, he only sneered or glared.
The handsome one asked what happened when he passed the broken glass.
"I'm very clumsy you see." my mother said and smiled a fake smile as the men followed my father to the living room.
"(Y/N) go upstairs, please" My father said irritated and I start up the stairs.
"Not so fast, (Y/N)" the officer said and I stopped walking and turned to face them.
"Mr. and Mrs. (L/N) this isn't like the other times your neighbors called the cops, (Y/N) needs to be here too." the officer said and I walk back into the living room and stand next to my mother as she wraps her arm around me.
