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Chapter 2: The Terrible Twos

(A/N I like this so it will be at the beginning of all my chapters)

Last Time: Home: a place of comfort. A place of safety. A place where you are protected, shielded from the harmings of the outside world. A place where you knew you could wake up the next day and know everything is alright. A place to love each other no matter if you fought. Always appreciate the accomplishments of each other and reflect on the years. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

I no longer had a home. Some say "home is where the mom is". Or "home is where the heart is." Well I had neither, so where was my home?

Continued...

*Erin's POV*

As the kids started to hastily get excited to exit the bus, I sat still in my seat, head leaned on the window, watching kids reunite with their families.

The smiles they had on their faces, the loving hugs parents gave their kids.

Some with tears down their faces, stroking their son or daughter's hair while kissing it at the same time.

While I sat here on a sucky Disney bus awaiting for- well I don't know exactly, but just waiting. Sometimes my mind just waited for death.

What was it without my mom? She was my everything. She was the only reason for living and without my reason, what's the purpose? Why should she suffer the consequences of me not listening? Why did she have to suffer my down bringing? I was supposed to get hit.

I was supposed to suffer the pain of the psycho. My mom was supposed to carry on her life without me. I know she could.

But now the roles are reversed and I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

While pondering the thoughts in my deep mind, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I swung my head around so hard, I could have gotten whiplash.

My long, mid-back length, dark brown, almost black, hair covered my face. It was probably best as I was sure I looked like an absolute wreck.

When I moved my hair out of my face, my view adjusted to see a little girl, looked around my age, maybe a year younger, holding out tissues for me.

I crinkled up my nose in confusion and looked at her.

She smiled and pushed the tissue forward a little, gesturing for me to take it.

"Thank you," I mumbled, scared of how my voice would sound since I haven't talked for hours.

She smiled and gestured towards the seat, asking if she could sit there.

I didn't feel like having company, but she was so nice and I didn't want to tell her no so I hesitantly nodded.

I think she saw me a little uncomfortable so she did not sit that close to me.

"I realized your parents didn't come to pick you up." She said looking outside the window with me.

I couldn't feel emotion at the moment. "Yea no, she definitely won't come," I said dryly as I emotionlessly chuckled.

"Do you mind me asking why?" She asked. She sounded so comforting; like as if she cared about me so I felt I could just tell her anything.

"I uh-I-she-I can't-Echo de menos a mamá," I exclaimed as I choked on my words and I turned and tried to hide my tears from her.

"Aww nah, mejorará te lo prometo." She replied. I was a little shocked she spoke Spanish, but continued.

"No, usa la palabra promisoria. No significa nada." I slowly said, loathing the word "promise", putting extra emphasis on the words "don't" and "it means nothing".