Book Report On Wes Maye

Wesley's story.

Wesley Maye, born on March 15th, 2000. The beautiful raven haired child was born in Washington, near Spirit Lake. She didn't cry when she was born. The umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck, in a fashion the doctors almost gave up hope on.

Her mother, Rachel Maye, married to her husband, Richard Maye, died while giving birth.

Richard hated his child. Not only because it was her fault the love of his life had died, but because... let me explain. When Wesley was shown to her father, she had.. turquoise eyes. Richard figured his wife had cheated kn him, and that the child was some sort of witch. He abused her heavily, until she was three, when CPS stepped in.

You were placed into an orphanage, living off of sheer hope,

moving around with countless families, a countless amount of times.
One day, when she was 10 years old, she got adopted once more.

It was to a husband and wife who found out they couldn't have children, and didn't want to put up with a baby.

They abused her, even harder than Richard, who had killed himself after you had been taken away. You were his last string of hope, and he didn't know how to react.

Wesley was a creative young girl, but she always had her creativity crushed by her adoptive parents.

There were beatings, lots of yelling, punishing, even plain torture. Though, Wesley didn't dare tell anyone. She didn't want to move around anymore, so she stayed, stuck in the same position for 3 years.

One night, the abuse had gotten worse. So much worse. Wesley had had enough of them.

She quietly tiptoed into her bathroom, planning on killing her parents, then herself. She first cut her wrists, so much so you could only see blood. She didn't care about the pain, as she grabbed the matches that were also in her cabinet.

Wesley quickly lit the match, before she could bleed out, and she ran into their room, which she had poured gasoline in the night before. You couldn't smell a difference, due to all the perfume and other wretched

stenches.
Wesley, silently and at the speed of sound, placed the many perfume bottles over the gasoline, and threw the match.
She continued to light the matches, watching the room and her parents light on fire, hearing their screams. She loved every second of it.
In their last momenta of being living and breathing humans, Wesley's parents wrapped a flaming sheet around her arms, after pushing her down onto her knees.
Her screams drowned out theirs, as she felt and smelt her arms burning.
She flung the sheets off, looking at her charred and scarred arm, sobbing garder than ever, realizing what she'd done.
After Wesley fell unconscious, the policemen along with firemen got there, and assumed it was the parents fault. They rushed Wesley to the emergency room.
Months after recovering, there Wesley sat, in the back seat of another car, with new parents, once again. She heard a static in her head, soon growing stronger, causing her to screech.
Her new parents got distracted by this, and they swiveled around, running straight into another car.
Wesley saw the couple bleeding out, and hesitantly thought it over.
She wanted to help them more than herself, but she didn't want ro move around again. She couldn't.
With the first opportunity, she threw open the car door, running into the woods.
The static got louder and louder, until she couldn't bare it.
She screamed as loud as she could, to see a redheaded girl come to her rescue, picking her up bridal style.