Purr-fect Match

5-Foster Home.

Olivia POV.

After Dylan left along with Nathan and the cops got in and talked to me, they asked first random questions, some about how I got in the car, why I left my home, and what’s my life there like. They also talked to my parent, they told them all about me, about how I always act up, about me never obeying my mother, and how I heard them talking about giving me up.

They said it’s all a Neko acting up, they asked about my classification, I’m a little, doesn’t that show on me. I’m dressed in pink, my hair is put in pigtails, my size says it all, I’m very small for a Neko, I screamed little. The police said that under Neko laws, I’m a danger over myself and everyone else meaning I’ll put under foster home care until a new dom is assigned for me.

I cried even more now, mother and father came in to say goodbye, goodbye! Like we’ll see you again never, just leave and never be back, I’ll never see them a second time. The foster family who took me was made up of a mother, father, and another pet. The other Neko is neutral, not a little like me, her classification is to be neutral, nothing special about her, she get’s to live the most human-like life, a vanilla life, where’s the fun in that in my opinion.

 The other Neko's name is Charlotte, her family foster Neko’s like me all the time, but they never had a little before, she said she can’t wait to get a little sister. Here’s the problem I’m not a sister, I’m a little brother, but don’t listen to me, of course, I’m a danger to myself and others, that’s what my file says now.

My new foster mother and father checked me out of the hospital, for once I was silent and quiet, I had nothing to say to any of them. I had no reply, no comment over anything, no one listens anyway. I felt a hole in my chest, I was abandoned, it wasn’t planned, I didn’t get to say goodbye properly, I was thrown out, I knew they were giving me up, but being taken from your own house is kind of different to being checked out of a hospital with a cast on your leg.

When I wouldn’t talk or eat, they all blamed me for being hurt, they thought I was being mistreated with how many times I went to the ER room but the hospital records showed it was all on me, that I’m just a naughty little who needs a firm hand to learn how to behave properly. I needed something for sure, I needed them to know I’m a he and not a she, I wanted them to quit dressing me in pink because I hate it! I hate everything about being a girl! I hate my body and my strawberry size boobs, can’t they just go away, thankfully littles don’t have a curvy body but still, I hate them, I hated my princess part, I wanted prince part like the other boys I saw. I don’t really know what boys part are but I want some of them instead, but what I really needed right now, like desperately needed was for Charlotte to leave me alone.

She said we’re going to play dress-up, I said no, she said she’ll help me with my casted leg, she had me in a Cinderella dress, I growled at her but she didn’t take the threat well. I wasn’t joking or playing right now but she didn’t take a hint, instead, she placed a tiara on my head, and I had enough with her.

I jumped on my foster sister and hit her straight on the nose, blood came out of her nose which me really happy. I had few accidents before where the blood came out of my nose and when in little space that’s really scary, and in big boys space that hurts a lot.

She started to cry right away and called our foster mother who came in running, she saw Charlotte nose and my evil smile. She turned to me pissed looking, I wanted to take off running but my broken leg wasn’t helping at all, I was stuck in place or I had to move at a snail pace to getaway. I tried moving believe me but her hand came down a lot faster, I felt a slap on my right cheek, during my twelve years staying with my parent they never ever hit me on the face, I got spankies all the time but never a slap to my face until now.

I started crying right away this hurt, this hurts a lot, instead of apologizing or even hugging me and saying she doesn’t mean it. She looked at me still angry and sent me to my room, well to my bed since I share a room with Charlotte, she fussed over the other girl while I cried quietly to myself hurt and sad while no one paid me any attention.

I stayed on the bed for most of the day, I’ve been here for a full week, this happens way too often in my week of staying, I sat on the bed and stay out of everyone else way. I only get help to walk up and down the stairs for mealtime, but even when I don’t eat much nobody cares.

After another dinner with me hardly eating anything, they already gave me a small portion of food that I hardly touch, nobody bothers to ask me why I don’t eat or scold me to eat more. At least here I got a normal plate, plain white ones with a plastic fork, I’m not allowed to have a heavier one, I might hit Charlotte with it, giggles evilly to myself.

Before I was helped back up to my room, my foster father gave me a spoonful of “Baby Calm”, he said it’ll help me sleep. The doctor said it’s okay to give me some when I’m being fussy which apparently is every night, it does make me more sleepy and fall in bed right away, I wake up late too, I don’t like this medicine. But I just take it, fuss-free, swallowing the icky medicine down before I was taken upstairs to my room for bedtime.

If I say no they’ll probably force it on me and I’m willing to take the medicine on my own, see I can be a good little. Tomorrow would be my court date, they’ll decide where to put me, maybe I’ll go back to the adoption center and wait for someone to choose me, but I doubted they’ll send me there. My caseworker was mostly talking about getting me a new dom, that my last stunt with my father's car wouldn’t pass that easily, that I’ll have to pay for it.

I couldn’t sleep tonight, even with the Baby Calm, I was still awake most of the night just turning around, I moved so much I annoyed Charlotte, she sat up and gave me the evil look.

“Charlotte,” I say choking on my own words, I’m scared, so scared of everything now.

“What do you want Olivia?” she asks in her nosy voice.

“I’m scawed” I whisper seriously scared, my little side taking over a bit.

“You should be, the judge would probably send you to some mean dom to teach you how to obey,” she says in a cold voice.

“Weally?” I ask on the verge of tears.

“Yes really, now sleep” she replied and moved back to her going back to sleep and even snoring, I couldn’t sleep now, just cried my heart out on the pillow