A Lover To Him

Chapter Twenty-Six, New foster parents

November 21st, nine years ago

Caine Williams, Fifteen years old at the time

I look out the small window of my room, staring at the Forrest on the other side of the road. I'm supposed to focus on my homework, but I don't give a shit about it. It doesn't matter if I get good grades or not because there's no one I can show them to. There's no one who gives a shit about my grades so why should I?

I have been living in this foster house for almost three months now after being in a lot of other foster houses. A lot of foster parents decided after living with me for two weeks that I'm not worth the amount of money they're getting and put me back in the original system. It's understandable, I'm not the good, sweet guy I used to be.

I've changed ever since my dad died. As there was no one to take care of me - they couldn't find my mother nor do I have any other family or family friends - they put me into foster care, signing me off as an orphan. No one here gives a shit about what you do or what you are. Most foster parents are only in it for the money, and as long as you don't cause too much trouble, they don't give a shit.

I'm sure there are nice foster parents, who care for the children they take in and aren't in it for the money, but I haven't met them. Most of the little kids eventually get adopted by them, but the teenagers? No, they usually don't find a family at all, living in a foster house until they're eighteen and kicked out of the house. They need to figure it out all on their own, it makes you realize what a shitty world you're actually living in.

Now, I live with three other teenagers in this house of this elder couple. Most of the time, they yell at you from behind the tv, and I try to stay out of their way. They live off the money they're getting to take care of us, and I can tell they almost hate us for being in their house, but they keep us to keep the money.

I keep all my emotions to myself, not telling anyone else what I'm thinking or feeling. I, especially, don't tell them what happened to my dad, I don't need their pity and compassion. It happened, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. Pity or compassion isn't going to change it, and I'm not a pathetic boy who lost his dad at such a young age.

"Caine, get your ass downstairs. The people from social services are here for you." I hear the hideous voice of the woman yell from down the stairs. I look away from the window, a scowl growing on my face as I move my chair away and make my way downstairs.

I get downstairs, looking at the familiar face of Olivia, who works for the social services. She's the one who got me into foster care and left me with all the families. I don't feel bitterness nor anger or hate towards her, she has no clue what's happening behind closed doors. She tries to help many kids as well as possible, I know she does.

"I'm so sorry for all the mess here. I just got home from a walk and wanted to clean it up, but you got here." Holly lies easily to her, and I try to refrain from rolling my eyes. Olivia seems to believe what she tells her, but I know better. This mess has been here for ages, and the house hasn't been properly cleaned for over a year. As I said, Social services don't precisely know what goes on behind closed doors.

Olivia had long blonde hair that was tied together in a bun. She was rather young, she was probably in her mid-twenties. Her brown eyes had something warm and comfortable in them, and they seemed to look at you in a certain way that made you feel comfortable with her. She was wearing a nice, black suit with black heels, and she looked at me with a warm smile before she turned her attention back to Holly.

"Don't worry about it. I came to bring some great news to Caine. There's a couple that wants to meet you, they're old friends of your dad. They would love to have dinner with you and discuss something of a serious matter. Do you want to come?" She asked me, looking at me with a curious expression. I frowned at her, confused as to why these people were so eager to meet me.