She had only been at the office of her social worker for an hour when her new foster parent arrived. The arrival of the woman set of a different emotion in the teen, she had for the past few years been nothing than a punch bag and toy for her supposed foster parents, them treating her like hell but it wasn’t until recently that someone had noticed and finally did something. The bruises and cuts were coming harder and harder to hide but the moment she saw her new foster mother, Regina, Aria knew she wouldn’t be the only one in this duo that had suffered. It was clear to her that Regina had suffered and was still suffering. It was going to be an interesting relationship, that much was true. She had tried to hide the bruises on her face as much as possible but as she exited the building with Regina, the stares just continued to hit her “So, how far away is your place from here?” she asked curiously as she turned her attention on the older woman.