Adopted But Not Saved

The Talk

(Ava's POV*)

I wake up in my room, my beautiful room. I love it. I slowly get out wincing in pain. I grab my crutches and walk down stairs to see Amanda making breakfast.

"Hey sunshine!" She smiled.

"Hey." I replied sitting on the couch. She walked over and handed me a plate of food. I took a bite.

"So Nick is coming over soon. Captain said that we can have today off to watch movies all day." She said.

"Okay. cool. What movies?" I asked.

"Anyone's that you want to watch."

"Um, how about Pitch Perfect and The Heat?" I asked remembering the 2 most funniest movies I have ever watched.

"Okay." She said as she went into her room. Then the doorbell rang. I slowly stood up, and since the door in only a few feet away, I slowly walked to it without my crutches.

I opened the door to see Nick.

"Hi Ava. Where is Amanda?" He asked helping me back to the couch.

"I am right here." Amanda said walking into the room. "Just got Ava's two favorite movies." She added putting them into the TV. We all sat down and watched them, laughing out loud every few minutes. When they both ended, everything became serious.

"Ava, we need to talk to you." Amanda said holding back tears. If she doesn't like it, I sure as hell ain't gonna. "Your teacher, Mr. Michaels, have you ever seen him anywhere other than school before?"

"No, why?" I asked.

"Are you sure?" Nick added. I nodded.

"Why?" I asked again.

"Ava." Amanda said as I straightened up. "Forensics found this." She showed me a picture with two adults, a baby, and Mr. Michaels. I knew who these people are. My parents. I felt tears fill in my eyes.

"How long ago was this?" I asked.

"Only a few months ago." Nick said as a tear left my eye. "He is your uncle. Your parents are still alive." He said cheerfully.

"They gave me up and my uncle raped me." I said. "How is that good?" I asked.

"Maybe they had a reason." Nick said.

"Better be good reason." I said as I stood up and walked slowly upstairs.

"Ava wait!" Amanda called after me, but I put up my hand indicating I don't want to talk. They both sit there on the couch and continue to talk.

I open my door and close it again. I drop the crutches onto the floor and start cry. Tears over flow my cheeks. I look at the picture frame with my parents in it, and pick it up.

How could they give me up? Am I not good enough for them? Do I have something wrong with me? Why don't they like me? Why did they fake there own death? Was it because of me?

All these questions rush through my head, I don't realize how strong my grip is and my picture frame cracks in half in my hands. It lands on the floor and so does my body.

It makes a loud bang sound that I am sure that Amanda and Nick can hear. I cut my palm on the glass by accident, but don't even care. I pull my legs into my chest and sob as Nick and Amanda burst through the door.

The automatically notice what happened with the frame with my parents in it. Nick notices my hand. He walks over to me.

"Shh. It's okay." He says as he picks my small body up in his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He sits me on the sink. He wipes my tears with one of his hands and grabs an ace bandage out of the draw.

He continues to wipe my tears because they just keep coming. He hold my hand in his and opens my fingers up.

He wipes the blood away with a tissue and wraps my hand with the ace bandage. He then picks me up and carries me to Amanda's room. He layed me on her bed and put the blankets over me.

He climbed in on one side of the bed and Amanda did on the other. They both wrapped their arms around me because I am still shaking.

"We are your family now." Amanda said as I stopped crying and fell asleep. Nick and Amanda stay with me the whole night.