Adopted

One

TW: SUICIDE, SELF HARM, DEPRESSION, ABUSE, AND MENTAL ILLNESS WILL BE IN THIS BOOK.

My name is Logan Ashphalt. I know strange name. But in reality I'm a strange person.

I haven't said a word to anyone other than my sisters in three years.

I just don't like to talk, it makes me uncomfortable. And I feel as if no one wants to listen to me and my dumb problems and interests anyway.

I'm a straight A student as I spend more time listening than talking and looking. And work takes my mind off of things that happen at home.

I have two little sisters.

Valery, she's twelve and a cripple. Three years ago we were in a car crash and my dad died. It took a toll on all of us but I suffered the worse. Mentally that is. Valery can't walk anymore and possibly won't ever walk again.

My youngest sister, Natalia, has autism. She's seven and suffering. Our mom doesn't take any time to teach her about the world as she is a slow learner.

I usually help her out with school and do exercises to teach her skills that she needs to learn.

"Logan," I heard the sweet voice of Valery say.

I turned in my office chair and smiled at my blonde headed little sister.

"Hey, Val," I said turning my radio down. "I need you to reach some stuff for me if you want dinner tonight," Valery said. "Okay," I said rising off the chair.

Mom is hardly home. She's out sleeping with other people and drinking.

Valery cooks and cleans while I bring in money and care for Natalia.

I work at a small coffee shop. Doesn't make much but enough so one day we can get out of here.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed spices out of the pantry and vegetables out of the freezer.

"Mm, vegetable soup," I said my mouth watering. "Stop your drooling. I don't need you anymore. Now go tutor Natalia while I cook. I do better without people staring over my shoulder!" Valery said. "Damn, bossy," I said. Valery laughed and I ran up to Natalia's room.

Valery took after our dad too well. He was a stern man but also very nice.

I miss him.

"Natie!" I said walking into her room!

Her eyes shined brightly through her round pink glasses that covered her tiny pale face. Her hair was mousey brown and she was fairly skinny. She loved dressing like a princess and enjoyed a bunch of girl things.

She is the complete opposite of Valery who is going through her emo phase at twelve years old.

"Time for your homework!" I said sitting at her desk. She jumped into my lap and I laid my head on hers and watched as she opened her math book.

"Okay, sweetheart, let's start easy. Two times two!" I said.

"Four!" Replied the happy girl in my lap. "Good job!" I praised. Natalia giggled and wrote down her answer.

We did math for a little bit more before we went on to American history. This was my favorite because I always acted out the parts. I want to be a Broadway actor someday.

I enjoyed putting things together and making outfits to fit those of the historian characters.

I was acting out the Revolutionary War for Natalia so she could further understand the parts and her imagination will grow. And I can have some fun.

"Okay, Natie, who was the brave general in this war who went on to become president!" I asked standing proudly with a blanket as a cape and cardboard sword and crown.

"Hmm, George Washington!" Said the little girl. I smiled proudly. "Correct!" I said swinging the sword around like a fucking Jedi night.

Natalia laughed at my antics.

"How his teaching going?" Asked Valery wheeling into the room.

"Just fine, she's learning a lot! She's be an amazing teacher one day!" I said.

"I wanna be an America teacher and be as nice as Logan!" Natalia said.

"I'm sure you'd be a great American History teacher," Valery said.

I took off my costume. "Is food ready?" I asked. "Yep!" Said Valery.

We walked down the stairs. (We installed a littles ramp for Valery. Sometimes she needs help but all in all she has it down.)

We made it to the kitchen and saw mom with two men who will probably have a threesome later eating.

We fixed our plate and sat at the table. The men seemed nice. One had curly hair and tan skin. His eyes were hidden by sun glasses. The other man has blonde hair and was very tall. He seems extremely nice. He talked and joked with Natalia. The only thing I dislike about this boys is that they drink. I guess they could've been responsible but I had a dislike for alcohol since it turns mom violent.

"What's your name?" Curly asked. I didn't respond. "He doesn't talk," Mom said. "Oh? Why not?" Curly asked seeming sympathetic. "I don't know, he just doesn't like to. Well, I'll get your money tomorrow. But I want you two out after you finish," mom said strutting away.

"No, you keep the money, you have three kids," The blonde said.

"I think we should talk to these kids," whispered Curly to Blondie.

I could only imagine their questions.