You are Allie Sanchez. You were born in the lower-end of the economic spectrum-that is a polite way to say you were born poor.

Your first home is a two-bedroom apartment in a ghetto.

Your birth mother is a whore, and she loves you so much.

Every night she sings to you until you drift off to sleep. You think its' the most beautiful sound in the world. She makes everything you do seem like a great accomplishment. She always tells you you're beautiful, and that you could be anything.

Your first friend is the stuffed rat she gave you. You name the stuffed rat Charlie after the protagonist in the movie called "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."

You found the idea of a poor kid because of their selfless nature, ultimately being rewarded as lovely. You hoped that if Charlie got the opportunity at the good life, he'd take you and your mother with him.

Your father is your mother's pimp. At least you think he's your father. He never kisses you, hugs, or tells you he loves like a lot of the fathers on your ten-inch tv does. He doesn't even acknowledge your existence save to declare you are not his.

"Runt's too ugly, to be mine, ain't no good reason why I should have to pay for her." he once declared.

Your mother, however, says you are his daughter. You believe her because you should trust your mother.

That's what your mother says after all.

One night you hear two loud bangs. Gun-fire is not a rare sound for you to hear, given your living situation, but the noise seemed to have come from the house.

Still clutching Charlie, you rush out of your small room to see if your mother is ok. You find her lying on the ground, with bullets in her chest and head.

You don't cry initially because your mind fails to comprehend what you are seeing.

You hear your father bitterly say your mother was at fault, and that she was stealing from him.

He leaves the room without saying a word to you.

You just stare at your mother's fallen form, expecting her to instantly pop back up to tell you they she was just tricking Allie's father that the mother and daughter could be free.

She never does.

But that doesn't daunt your spirits. Your mother has to be ok because she's your mother and at 8-years old, you know this to be true as saying the sky is blue.

When the police show up, they take you away.

You cry because you're waiting for your mom to get up.


Your caseworker promised the state could find a better home to adopt you. Your caseworker told you this lie over a year ago.

You've been placed with a couple by the name of John and Jane Madison. The couple has one other foster kid, an older girl by the age of 12-years old who has her room. Her name is Leda, and she does not speak to you.

You are allowed to sleep in the attic on an old pissed stained mattress. You are given one blanket for warmth.

One night you go to use the bathroom, you hear grunting, and a bed creaking. You creep over to the room and open the door just slightly enough to peer in. John is on top of his daughter's naked waist down. Leda's face is a noticeable grimace, but she does not tell John to stop. Her eyes catch sight of you. They do not widen in shock in horror. She just mouths for you to go away. You comply.

Later that night, Leda comes up to the attic.

You are awake when she comes; you're still trying to process what you had witnessed.

"When it's your turn, just go along with it."

"It looks like it hurts."

Leda nods. "It can, but Fighting just means more pain. Complying could even have perks; I get more food now. I don't sleep up here like you do now." Cynthia said. These were the first words she ever said to you. These would be her only words to you that weren't prompted by your foster parents

For breakfast, you are allowed a boiled egg and a glass of water.

Your foster parents do not give you anymore and would beat you if you took any of the food from the kitchen.

You grow the habit of stealing from the cafetria or eating the scraps that others leave on the table.

This further alienates from your peers who've also labeled you a baby for your short height, and preference for carrying Charlie with you wherever you go.

One day a big boy takes Charlie from your hands.

"Give him back," you demand while attempting to reach for your only friend.

The boy smiles down. "Or what is the baby going to throw a tantrum?" he asked snidely. You punch the boy on his chest. He just shoves you down. You notice a big rock on the ground and grab it. You are not strong, but you throw it with all your might, and the stone lands on the boy's right eye.

The boy drops on the ground crying.

You quickly scoop up your friend.

A teacher comes over.

You are in trouble.

The Madisons do not like to be bothered. When Jane Madison comes to get you, she demands to know why you had gotten in trouble. You tell everything, and make clear you had no choice; Charlie is your friend, and he needed you.

Your foster-mom gets a thoughtful expression and then nods.

"Give me the rat."

You tighten your grip on your only friend.

Your foster mother merely rolls her eyes.

"You'll get it back tomorrow morning. I promise."

Tepidly you give her Charlie. When you get home, you finish all your chores. The last of which is putting the garbage in the street.

You do not sleep during the night.

Next morning you try to ask for your friend back over breakfast politely. Cynthia gives a profound look of pity.

"I threw that filthy thing away." the woman before munching on her pancakes.

You start to shake. You ask your foster-mother to give Charlie back. You remind her she promised to return your friend.

She merely shrugs and continues eating.

You scream in a fury. You attempt to charge at the liar only to be punched by your stepfather whose still sitting down and. You lose a tooth. It's the last of your baby teeth.

"The girl does need to be disciplined." the liar says. "Perhaps it's time you start your fun with her."

Your stepfather frowns slightly. "She's a little small, ain't she? I thought I'd let her get bigger before I take her for a ride."

"I think she's always going to be small. Her temperament, on the other hand, could use some refinement right now. Feisty girls usually cool down after they get thorough fucking." the liar says before turning to your foster-sister. "Right, Leda?"

"Right." the girl said dead-eyed.

Your stepfather puts a hand on his chin and then grins. "Well, if you say so."

He turns to you. "Come here, girl."

You're afraid. You need to leave now, and rescue Charlie. So you get up and start running. You hear footsteps behind. There's a vase on a small stand in the living room.

You grab it and throw it with all your might. It hits your stepfather in the eye.

You manage to get out of the house, and you run.

You don't know where you're running to. You just know you can't stop.


Find a new Charlie. At first, he's wary of you, but after sharing what little food your able to steal or buy with the money you begged for or stolen, he warms up to you. The two of you usually sleep in a Dumpster. You know the garbage pick up day, as to avoid the prospect of oversleeping and being killed.

Men offer you stuff to fuck them, but you say no. You remember Leda's dead eyes.

One day you try making off with a short-brown haired woman. You thought the odds were in your favor. The woman was absent-mindlessly talking on her phone, and you were in a deserted alley

You end up on the ground. The woman's knee firmly in your back. You hear a click of a gun.

You hope Charlie will be ok without you.

"Fuck you're just a kid." the woman says partly amused.

You strain your head to look at the woman. You tell her you're sorry for trying to steal from her. You're not. You only regret is that you failed

The woman doesn't get up. "You smell like a dump little dude. I'm guessing you're homeless."

"Yeah." you meekly say. You wonder if the woman will turn you back into the system.

"How long?" the woman asks you,

"Two years," you whisper.

"What's your name?"

"I don't want to tell you that," you whisper.

The woman smiles down at you. "Ok, well, my name is Luna Loud-Sharp."

She takes out six $20 bills, and a card with a name, address, and phone number.

"If you need anything, you could come by the place I'm staying at. I'll be there for a couple of weeks."

With that, she got up and walked away from you.

You quickly stuff the money in your pocket. You have no intention of reaching out to the strange woman. You still hold onto the card anyway. It might be that she has a place you could rob.

A couple of days later, you find Charlie having got in a fight with a stray cat while you were out. You drive the cat away from your friend, but your friend is hurt. A paw is sticking out bizarrely, and he's bloody.

You know he needs medical help. You know you can't afford it, but you know someone who might.

You go to the address listed on the card the strange woman gave you. The hotel you go to is fancy looking. You head to the room listed on the card and pray this isn't all some cruel joke, or that the woman will hurt you. You knock on the door.

She smiles at you-then frowns at Charlie's wounded form.

"Please help him," you whisper.

The woman nods. She takes you and Charlie to a vet. The vet tells you he could fix your friend. You're relieved.

You want to stay with Charlie the entire time, but the vet says it'll take a couple of days.

You feel a hand on your shoulder—you lookup. "Your chum will be alright. The vet here is a brilliant bloke." the strange woman says in a bad British accent.

You walk out with her.

"You can stay with my wife and me until your little friend gets patched up."

You stare at her warily. She puts up her hands. "It doesn't have to be a permanent thing. I just thought it'd be more convenient for you. When you're friend's patched up, I could tell you instantly, and we could go right here to pick him up."

You still have reservations, but you accept the woman's offer.

"My name's Allie," you say as you get into the woman's car.

Luna smiles at you. "It's nice to meet you, Allie."

You meet Luna's wife later at night while the two of you are watching a documentary about some old rocker. She smiles when she sees you.

"Name's Sam, and you must be the awesome person my wife's been talking about."

You nod.

"I'm so glad you decided to stay with us. Now I won't be the only cool chick in this place."

Luna punches her wife lightly on the shoulder. "See right there. Cool people don't hit their beautiful wives." the woman says dramatically.

You smile a little.


You planned on going back on the street the moment you got Charlie. You got your friend back over half a year ago.

You're still with Luna and Sam.

The two insure you and Charlie never go hungry. You rediscover that baths surprisingly feel good and that you like being clean. You discover you like being able to go to sleep, and not fear being killed.

You discover the two are famous rock-stars going on a cross country tour. They take you across the country. Your world was so small, and you never realized how big the actual one is. Eventually, the tour ends, and the two take you to their mansion. They tell you this is your new home,

Every night you sleep in the same bed as them. It feels nice. You feel loved

Your mothers are not just wonderful-they're perfect.

But then things start to get...odd.

One night Luna puts on a movie featuring women having sex.

"Why are we watching this?" you ask.

Luna shrugs. "Just thought it looked interesting."

She sits down beside you. On your other side is Sam whose smiling at the movie

Throughout the movie, the two, each other, make comments in regards to what they're seeing-how sexy the various naked women looked, what they'd give for a couple of minutes with them. Luna's arm is around you as they do this.

At bedtime, Luna and Sam each kiss you on the mouth-they use their tongues.

The next few days do not get less uncomfortable. The two continuously kiss on the you-every time a little bit longer. Sometimes they even place their hands on the small of your back. You winch but bear it.

They continue to show you pornos. They start prodding you for your thoughts on what you're seeing.

You often just say you repeat comments you heard your mothers say.

One day Luna and Sam ask you if you'd like to try what the porn actors are doing.

You tell them no.

They don't seem to get angry. They do look disappointed.

"You don't trust your mothers?" Sam asks you.

"I trust you!" you hastily say.

"Just not with this" Luna responded.

That night they tell you it's' time you slept in your room.

You object. But your mothers are firm in their decision.

In the next few days, your mothers barely acknowledge you. When you say hi to them, they respond with slight nods. When you try hugging them, they don't return the affection. Sam no longer cooks for you. The blonde woman makes breakfast for her and Luna, but not you.

You don't starve. There's plenty of snacks in the refrigerator and the pantry.

But you still feel hurt.

By the tenth day, you're in full panic mode. You fear your mothers will abandon you. You don't want to go back on the streets; you don't want to be hungry, or dirty, or unloved.

You know what you have to do.

You have to trust your mothers.

At night you walk towards your mother's room completely naked. You knock on the closed door. Luna opens it.

She smiles when she sees you.


A/N

I always found the concept of Allie a little to sweet-plucky orphan gets saved by two good Samaritans who rather than taking her to the proper authorities instead decide to keep her. Admittedly I like the idea of Sam and Luna adopting a kid-it's a wonderful act that many competent and loving same-sex couples do. And I like most stories featuring an Allie that's thriving under the care of her new mothers.