The Beginning of a New Me

Chapter 4 - Finally going home

*A week before Christmas in 2019*

May and I are at Rocky's house, and May and I are in my room. (I honestly forget what happened because once again, I don't give a shit about the person). May is angry at Rocky. Me, I'm on the verge of tears because Rocky had gotten mad at me again. May called our mum, and told her what had happened. May is also on the verge of tears, because of seeing me on the verge of tears. Rocky is downstairs in the living room, talking to us. May had told Rocky that she's going to call a cab, due to what our mum said to her to do, and take me out of the house. Rocky told May "You can go but Luka stays." May said "No I will drag him out of this house, even if I have to punch you." Our mom said "Pack some bags and come to the house." We did, Rocky came up and stood in my doorway, blocking me from going. "You're not going." He said. "I am! I'm going with May!" I yelled at him. After a while he gave up and said "Fine but I'm calling a social worker to drop you two off at the house." I had a gut feeling that the social worker would take us somewhere else. So I said "We're taking the cab." When the cab arrived we got in and said "To **** *** ** please." When we got to the house and our mum, grandma, and stepdad were outside waiting for us, came to the cab, took our few bags of stuff and May and I got out of the cab. I busted out crying while hugging our mum. Not sad tears, happy tears, because we were finally home. We got into the house and hugged again crying all together. 

*Next day* 

I had school, so our grandma woke me up and we both got ready to head to school. My grandma after dropping me off, went back home and had some more rest. Meanwhile, I was telling my friends, the ones who betrayed me but we were friends at the time, that I was finally home and didn't have to worry about Rocky. I also told my gf, Diamond, that I was finally home. She was very happy, because I had told her what Rocky did, and she was mad at him. At lunchtime my principal called me down to the office, and talked about what happened the night before. What I didn't know was that my old social worker, Michelle and new social worker Rachel had arrived at the school. And my mum and stepdad was dropping off some Wendy's for me to eat, but my other principal wouldn't allow my mum to see me. So I heard her and my principal talking. While I was listening I was in the room where I was being questioned. I wanted to go out and see my mum, but I didn't. I should've so I could've avoided what happened next. Michelle took me to the car Rachel was in, on the way out my sister's friend gave me my lunch that my mum had given to her to give to me. While walking behind Michelle I had hoped someone would notice my face, which was anger while looking at Michelle, but no one did. I wish someone did. We got into the car, and Michelle drove to their office to drop me off, but they decided to pick my sister up as well. They called the cops, one was at the house waiting. In the car they had told me that my mum and grandma didn't care and that they and Rocky did. I was yelling and crying, and they demanded me to hand over my phone which they said they paid for but I refused, and I had missed calls from my mum, May, my grandma, and stepdad. I said "Foster care is the reason why most foster kids want to end themselves." I could barely breathe, barely talk from how loud I was yelling, and I couldn't stop crying. They had the audacity to tell me to stay in the car when we arrived at the house, I didn't listen because I was having a panic attack. My grandma and May were inside and seen the car pull up. They got outside, and seen me crying. "What happened?" My grandma said. I tried telling her but I couldn't. May took me to the door of the house and I sorta calmed down, and told her what Michelle and Rachel told me. "How could you tell that to a fucking 17 year old?!" She yelled at both Michelle and Rachel. Our mum and stepdad had been out still, and May called our mum and told her what happened. May gave me the phone and our mum was trying to calm me down but I didn't so she gave her phone to stepdad. He told me to take deep breaths and I did. When they arrived I hugged our mum. She got mad at Michelle and Rachel. The cop came to the door and told May and I to go by the truck to talk to Michelle and Rachel. "No I don't trust them. I need my mum." I said every time the cop said that. The cop finally went to Michelle and Rachel and told them to leave, since he seen the state I was in when walking towards the house when Michelle, Rachel and I arrived at the house. Michelle and Rachel took what I said "Foster care is the reason why most foster kids want to end themselves." And told the cop I was suic*dal. Which I wasn't. So the cop gave my grandma his card and told her to contact him if I ever did sh or suic*de. After I had calmed down, eaten, and drank something, my grandma, May and I all went back to school to get my stuff, and tell my teachers that I wasn't going to be in class. 

*Next day* 

I went to school, and told my friends what happened and why I wasn't at school for the rest of the day. And all day, I was stressed because every time a door opened I thought it would've been Michelle and Rachel. So it ended up with me having stomach problems, and I had to go to the clinic. Since then Michelle and Rachel have been out of the picture and I got another social worker who I trust. Rachel of course had to be with the new social worker and talk with my family and I. I would be far away from Rachel because I didn't trust her anymore. I wouldn't even look or glance at her. I hate her guts to this day.