My Missing Piece

I'm going to get her back

*Lucy POV*

I run up the stairs and straight into the spare bedroom to make a call to the social services for an emergency placement.

Lucy- hi um, I have a concern about a child who is in adoptive care but is not getting treated the way she should be.

Social worker (SW)- Right okay, why do you feel like this?

Lucy- I feel that she's getting abused by her adoptive mother

SW- Is there any way that this can be proved?

Lucy- yes she has visible evidence of this on her body and also I have witnessed it myself. Is there any way I can get her put into an emergency placement with myself?

SW- yes I can have this organised. If you could just give me your details and the childs details, I will be able to have this sorted.

I give her mine and Skylars details and thank her for the help that she has been. She tells me that she needs to get this organised so she will call me later to let me know what will happen.

I didn't dare tell them that I'm her biological mother just in case they thought I was scheming to get her back which im not, but I do want her back.

I couldn't eat or do anything until I got that call back from the social worker. I was sat on the sofa with Keira when my phone started to ring. I check who it was immediately. It was not the social worker. It was Georgia. I decline the call because im waiting for this call.

I had explained everything to Keira by now so she knew exactly what I was waiting for.

About 15 minutes later, my phone rung again, it was a private number. I jumped out of Keira's arms to answer the call.

I could feel her eyes on me, waiting to see if it was good news or not. I walked out of the room and back upstairs. As soon as I got off the phone, I ran back downstairs

Keira- well?

Lucy- good news and bad news.. good news, shes going to live with us until we can get full custody of her, legally. Bad news, we have to wait 2 days

Keira- I'm meeting her in 2 days anyways so she can back with us then?

Lucy- exactly. I'm going to get her back Keira!

Keira- I'm so happy for you Lucy

I text Skylar to let her know the news.

Lucy- good news, were on the road to getting full custody of you, for now you have an emergency placement with us. So when we meet you on Saturday pack everything you're going to need to stay with us xx

Skylar- wait really? Xx

Lucy- yes Skylar, you okay with us getting custody of you? Xx

Skylar- absolutely! Of course I am xx

I'm happy that she wants us to get custody of her, it just makes it that much easier for me to feel okay telling her about our truth. It makes me feel more at ease knowing that there's a chance that she won't be scared away by it, but still, there's a chance that she will be scared away by it and not want anything to do with me.

*Skylar POV*

I might finally be able to get out of this hellhole that I'm in. It can't come sooner. I feel like things are getting worse and everytime I get beat by her she leaves me unconscious. And when I say leaves I mean leaves, or passes out. She doesnt care about my wellbeing. All she cares about is finding something from what I'm doing or the way that I talk to her that will give her reason to hurt me. It never used to be this bad, she never used to do it until I lost consciousness, it was just a few beatings. Even when she found out that Alice hurt me aswell, she did nothing about it. She told me I deserved it. Does anyone deserve getting beat? Let alone getting beat until they black out. I used to be so strong, I used to play football. I can't do that anymore, I'm too weak. I can't run around after a ball for even 10 minutes bow when I used to be able to do a whole match. Back then I was struggling to get scouted but now im never going to get there. I've always wanted to play football, I was adamant that that would be my career, the boys in the Foster homes and care homes all let me play, they complimented me at how good I was and now because of her that's all gone. I can't wait to be out of this house. Hopefully Lucy will help me out of this mess. She's a footballer after all, maybe we can play in the garden or something and she can teach me her ways of football, we can be good friends. Who am I kidding, Anna's right. I'm never gonna be wanted. I'm never going to have friends or people that care about me. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be. Maybe I'm supposed to be alone.