Finding Family

Chapter one

Briar POV

My but aches
That was the only thing I could think about as I sat on the cold and extremely uncomfortable metal bench.

I had been sitting there for almost two hours and no one had sent me a second glance. I sat there. Forgotten. Forgotten and alone, like always.

I was jolted awake from my inner thoughts when the door creaked open and man who looked homeless, drunk and just plain disgusting stumbled in. His vile sent of alcohol, piss and weed assaulted my senses as he sat down far too close to me.

"What's a little girl like you doing here huh?" The man slurred, eyeing me up and down like I was a half naked "the fuck is it to you" I bit back, shuffling away from him.
"Feisty huh?" He groaned and licked his lips "I like 'em feisty" I looked at him with utter disgust before scoffing and rolling my eyes.

"Don't be like that sweetheart, how 'bout you wait for me till I get outer here and I can show you my big-"

"-imma stop you right there you fucking pedo, first of all I'm fourteen and very much not interested and secondly I probably have a bigger dick than you" I spat, my disgusted look still very much intact, the man recoiled his head in a mixture of confusion and disgust.

Wish I could say that was the first time someone had looked at me like that.

The door creaked open again but this time the man that walked in was clean shaven, well dressed and actually smelled like a human. I was pleased about this for about half a second until he grabbed me by the shoulder, sending shocks of pain through my arm.

"Come one, someone's here to get you, brat" he bit out tugging me through the creaking door "by the way, weed makes your cock go limp" I kindly informed the homeless man as I was lead to a desk, where the annoying yet familiar face of my social worker sat.

I blocked them out as the talked about me as if I wasn't there, only picking up on words and small parts of sentences.

"Hard childhood"
"Warning"
"Problematic child"
"Can't happen again"

Nothing I hadn't heard before, nothing that would ever change.

Soon enough I found myself in the passenger seat of an ugly green mini as my social worker pulled out of the car park, awkwardly waving to the man who had called me a brat, giving him a polite but fake smile.

"Assaulting a police officer! Really Briar!" She shouted the minute we were out of the police precincts car park "in my defence he basically walked into my fist" I shrugged, rubbing my wrists, that were red and soar from the too tight handcuffs.

"Walked into your fist huh? Well that's probably the best excuse yet, you broke his nose, Briar!" She said in a mixture of disbelief, anger and disappointment. Nothing new there.

"I was aiming for the dickhead who started the fight in the first place, not my fault he wanted to be a hero and block him" I muttered, looking out the window, pretending her disappointed eye roll didn't hurt.

I couldn't count the number of times she, and many other people, had looked at me like that. A look of disappointment mixed with a little bit of pity. I hated it. I hated the pity. I hated the disappointment. But mostly I hated the fact that it was all my fault. I deserved that look. I can't help but fuck everything up.

I clenched my fists, trying to stop the toxic thoughts from bubbling over in front of my social worker.

I distracted myself by looking out the window, pretty soon figuring out that we weren't going where I thought we'd go "where are we going?" I asked "the couple you were staying with have made the decision to...let you go-" kick me out "they didn't think you were suited to their family-" I was too difficult "all your stuff has already been packed and put into your old room in the group home" they wanted me out even before I got arrested "they think you'll be much happier with a family better suited to your... needs" they think I need help and should be sent to a mental hospital before I'm allowed near other humans, can't argue with that one.

"Ok" I'm going to pretend that didn't hurt.

A/n
Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed my first chapter, any feedback is welcome. Let me know if you want a different POV or not.