Briars pov:
The bed is big. Very big. Almost too big. It's a king size and I was used to a single, I felt like there was too much room for some reason, all my life I've managed to squish into a bed made for a 10 year old and all of a sudden I'm in a bed made for a king. Hence the name.
In fact the entire room was made for king, hell the entire house was. It was weird. I was so used to having no space at all, now it feels like there's too much and I don't know what to do about it.
It's midnight, I went to bed two hours ago, I arrived at the house, more like mansion, nine hours ago. It still feels weird.
When I first arrived I was speechless, there was a massive drive way that led up to an even bigger house. It's really pretty though, with an old fashioned almost gothic look to it and although it's so big it still feels like a home. I like it. I'm just not used to it yet.
I didn't know Gabby and Mia were so rich, they didn't seem rich. They weren't snobby, they weren't wearing fancy clothes, they don't view me as a charity case. At least I don't think they do.
My room was pretty empty and dull, Mia said it was so "I could make it my own" and Gabby added "if there's anything you want to decorate it with don't hesitate to ask". The walls are white, the bed sheets are a mixture of blue and white, there's a white desk and three white doors. There's a lot of white.
One door is the entrance and exit to the bedroom, which locks from the inside, and the two others doors are a walk in wardrobe, which it basically empty even after I unpacked, and a bathroom. My very own bathroom. With a bath tub and a shower and more storage space than I knew what do with. It also locks from the inside.
It sounds creepy when I tell other people, but locks weren't allowed on any doors in the group home. We weren't ever told why, but I reckon it was some shit attempt at stopping a kid killing or hurting themselves. It didn't work.
I'm tired. Exhausted actually. But I can't sleep, I don't want to sleep. Sleeping just...freaks me out, we're so vulnerable, anyone could do anything. I don't like sleeping even when I'm somewhere I'm used to, let a alone somewhere completely different. I've stayed up when I was more exhausted than this before, I'll live. I'll just look like I'm dead.
Gabby's pov:
"Do you think she's ok"
"Should I go check on her"
"What if she's cold?"
"What if shes hot?"
"What if-"
"Calm down" Mia interrupts me. But I can't, I'm worried. This is all knew to her and it must be so frightening, for two strangers to take you to their house and decided their you're parents now. I don't want her to be scared, I want her to be comfortably and peacefully sleeping. But something in my gut tells me she's not.
"Yes, she probably anxious but that's expected. After a week or two she'll be used to us, used to this house and she'll be perfectly fine" Mia continues "but what about right now? I know it's only her first night but I can't stand the thought of her scared in her own bedroom, I need her to be ok" I replied, resting my forehead into the dip where Mia's neck and shoulders meet. "I know, baby, I know. We both care about her so much already but there's nothing we can do about it other than be there for her and give her some space, she's needs time to just her. We can't constantly be fussing" Mia sighs, running her fingers through my hair.
"You're right" I said, kissing her neck "we may as well get some sleep. I wanna wake up early tomorrow and make pancakes" I mumbled. Mia hummed in agreement.
We lay there, snuggled up in each other's arms and drifted off. Excited to see our daughter again tomorrow. Is it bad I miss her already?
Briars pov:
Is it bad I kinda miss them? They're in the same house as me for gods sake, on the same corridor. I just miss the feeling of comfort safety they being when I'm with them. I feel sort of lost now.
I have this strange urge to find them, tell them I'm scared, that I can't sleep. I want them to hold me and tell me I'm ok until I fall asleep.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I've known them for one day. One day. And I'm already attached. I know from experience how dangerous that is. It'll hurt even more when they decided they don't want me anymore, when the realise how fucked up I am. When they send me away.
I take a deep breath.
This is the same as every other foster home I've been in before. It temporary, it's not family it's a good deed, I'm still alone.
But they seemed to care so much. They have so much love in them and sometimes I'd catch them looking at me and wonder if some of that love is for me. I want it to be, so, so bad. I want that safe feeling to be real and to last forever.
But I don't need them. I've never needed anyone. I can manage just fine by myself. Even if it does mean staying awake through my intense exhaustion.
Im fine.
I take in a shaky breath.
Im fine.
Just completely and utterly terrified.
A/n
Hope you enjoyed this chapter xx
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Finding Family
General Fiction**sequel to "Mafia Princess" can be read as a stand-alone but to better understand read the first book** Briar has been through a lot, the kind of stuff that would give you nightmares and destroy your belief in happiness. She's scared and alone, stu...
