The Same

Chapter 18

{April's POV}

The tears poured down my face uncontrollably. I was just so happy. I hadn't felt that happy since I was living in Maine, and I was just so caught up in my own feelings I hadn't even considered Sam's. I thought he would have told me if he wanted to, but as a friend, was it up to me to ask?

I'd never had a friend before. I couldn't believe I actually lost my first and only one.

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By the time I was home, I had stopped crying enough to act like nothing was wrong. I casually opened the door, walked through, and greeted my current parents. And then I stopped.

Ms. Amber.

She was standing next to my parents in the mud room and all three of them were staring at me. My parents were staring with concern, and Ms. Amber with her usual fake-grandmother-it's-okay-but-not-really-because-then-I-wouldn't-be-here face.

I suppose I should tell you who Ms. Amber is. She's from the foster care organization, and needless to say, I hate her more than I hated every foster parent I've ever had. Combined. She thinks I'm just some usual teenager who's too ignorant and unappreciative of people who actually try to deal with me. Now that I think about it, maybe I was a little unappreciative of Sam.

"Hi sweetie!" Ms. Amber said in such a sickeningly sweet tone I almost puke.

"Um what's going on?" I asked. Sure it was probably a bit abrupt, but she already thinks I'm rude. I have nothing to lose.

"Come with me," she smiled again and led me into the living room.

My heart dropped out of my chest when I saw what was waiting for me. 12 years had passed, and I still recognized them.

"Sit down, April," Ms. Amber said, still smiling like an idiot.

"I don't understand what's going on," I whispered, my voice shakier than I wanted.

"April, honey, I missed you," my mom was talking to me. My mom.

I waited for more explanation, afraid of what would come out of my mouth if I opened it. My dad chimed in.

"First of all, I apologize. We both do. But after you left, all I wanted was to be your father again. I was punished for what I did to you, but not a day passed that the guilt was anywhere close to bearable. I needed to see you again, but I couldn't contact you until 10 years had passed. After the time was up, I was about to go see you, but Ms. Amber told me no. She thought you were too...fragile at the time. I was disappointed, but in the meantime, I started seeing a counselor. She told me I should make amends with your mother first, and so I did. I found her, and it turned out she wanted to come see you too. I'll never be able to be a parent again, but April, I just needed to come see you and apologize for what I did-"

"No," I interrupt him. "No, this is all wrong. All of it. You can't just come in here after 12 years, 12 years, and expect me to forgive you." I was screaming now. "I hated you for what you did, and I think I finally found a place I don't absolutely despise, and you can't just intrude on it just so you can feel better about yourself, did you actually think I would want to see you? Just look at what you did to my life and you want me to forgive you because you apologize?"

"April, I-"

I don't wait to listen to him. I know what I have to do. I slam the door behind me and run.

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