Foster Days

Chapter 3 - Fight

June 5th, 4:30 pm, 2002

"I go to the next home tomorrow and I didn't feel like I did enough before leaving so I was messing with this kid and he wanted to be a bitch about it and punched my side. I was pissed so I went full force into his stomach, he threw up and then punched me in the face so now I have a black eye. The fight didn't last long and Emma made me sit in "time out", Timmy deserved that fucking punch though, he's an annoying little shite. I feel kinda bad for whoever had to clean up the kids' barf, that probably stunk (pun intended). The caretakers keep asking me why I still get in fights but like... I don't have an answer, I don't know myself. Maybe I just have a lot of pent-up anger from something but I'm not sure. I guess I should try to not get in as much trouble as I do, it doesn't exactly help my reputation. Emma has tried to help and it sorta works but not really, at least she's trying."

"God damn it! Ow...  The fecker punched my eye and now it looks like shit!" Saoirse shouted while looking in the bathroom's mirror. Emma slowly crept behind him, she patted him slowly and reassured him he would be alright.

"It'll heal in time," She made Saoirse turn to her. "Can you see okay?" 

He opened his eye slowly and sighed, "I mean, I can see... It hurts a lot though."

Emma sighed too and cocked her head to the side, she smiled warmly. "You're a dumbass, I hope you know that." She giggled.

"Oh, I know. Don't worry your pretty little head about it." He scoffed back. Saoirse looked back at the mirror, he growled under his breath. "I hate Timmy. I wanna get back at him somehow." His voice cracked as he spoke.

"Well... I wouldn't resort to violence right now, you just got your ass kicked." Emma said bluntly.

"...Yeah." He stopped looking at himself and looked at Emma. "Thanks for trying to calm me down," he frowns a bit. "Can we go to your room?"

"Of course," She pulls him in for a hug. "And yes, we can go."

"YAY!" Saoirse jumped up and down with excitement but then stopped shortly after due to the pain in his side.

Saoirse flopped on the floor and dragged Emma with him.

"OW-" Emma shouted while laughing.

"Oops. Sorry Emma," He chuckled a bit. "Could you get off of me now? I'm still hurt, you know." He said in a half-joking way.

Emma scrambled off of him and plopped down on the edge of her bed. She huffed and looked at Saoirse once more with kind eyes.

"What," He asked. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No, no. You just amaze me with how many fights you've been in, yet, you STILL have little to no muscle mass." She laughed.

"HEY- I have some..." Saoirse said with a pouty tone. He looks at her and flexes as hard as he could; Emma laughed and snorted a bit, that's what he wanted to hear. He had always loved that little snort she had when she laughed really hard, it cheered him up in a way he couldn't explain. Emma was just something else.

As the rest of the evening went on, they laughed and joked about people in the orphanage, especially Timmy.

"Is Timmy even his real name?" Emma asked.

Saoirse rubbed his nose a bit then looked at Emma, "Nope." He laughed.

"Oh my god," She rolled her eyes and giggled. "No wonder he hates you! You can't even remember his name!"

Saoirse wheezed with laughter and clutched his stomach, "Look- I'm not good with names, okay? So you can't blame me, and I didn't even know him that well either." He sighed.

"Ya'know what that kid looks like?" Saoirse started again.

"What?" Emma replied.

"A dirty feckin' fuzzball!" He shouted.

Emma laughed again, only harder this time. She hummed to ease her laughter then turned back to Saoirse, "Man, fuck Timmy... or whatever his name is."

"Yeah!" He smiled slowly. "Timmy is the worst."