The Daughter

Chapter One - I have a family?

~~ Fifteen Years Later~~

"Thank you miss, have a great night." Once the women walked out of the door I immediately went to go back to my book, when Barbra interrupted me.

"You can go home Elizabeth, I can handle the rest of the night."

"You sure, I don't mind staying."

Barbra gave me a look to not say anything. So I nodded my head and packed my back to go home. "You are always working here at a bookstore or having your head in a book. I am starting to worry... you need a life with friends."

I laughed as I said, "I promise I'm fine. I just enjoy your amazing company."

Barbra laughed then asked, "Will you be fine in this rain? Boston can be slippery."

"I am okay Barbra... At least it's not snowing. I am going to head out, see you later"

"Goodnight sweetie see you soon."

As a walk out to the wet streets of Boston my mind wonders. I hate when it does that, my mind scares me. It has memories that I am trying to forget everyday. When I stepped into Boston eight months ago I never thought I would be where I am today. I was cold and desperate to feel anything. On some days I still am. I just hope that I can keep the past in the past. After everything I have been through I just want to be normal. A normal teenager, with a minimum wage job, and at a public school.

As I walk up to the house, I take a deep breath for what is about to come. It's not that I don't like my foster family, I just can't feel at home there. They are not my family. I will never have a family. I have accepted that, but seeing Dean and Jennifer with their newborn makes me wish I was able to have that family.

As I open the door, "I'm home!"

"Hey Elizabeth just in time we are about to put Jake down and have dinner, come" I hear Jennifer say.

As I walk in and have dinner with them we talk about our days and what has happened. I find myself dozing off. I know that there are children who have it a lot worse than me and have had terrible foster homes. I do feel grateful that I am not in that situation, but like I said... they are not my family.

Dean waves a hand in front of me, "Elizabeth... Are you listening?"

"Sorry no I dozed off. Yes?"

"We are going to head to bed okay?"

"Alright, see you soon I will head to bed as well."

I walk up the stairs to my room and get ready for bed. I go into the bathroom across the hall and shower as I look into the mirror I see the scars and marks that make up my body. My entire life is shown here. As much as I try to forget every time I look at my body I see my past and all the things that I have been through and the things that I have done. I finish getting ready for bed and school tomorrow. And hope that tomorrow I don't go back to that place.

~~ The Next Day ~~

As I walk into English my teacher Mrs. Williams calls me over. "Hello, sorry but the Principal just called. They need to see you."

"Okay, see you later." I walk into the front office and take a seat. My mind goes to the thousands of scenarios that could be going on... maybe he's alive and here. No, impossible he is dead. I know it.

"Elizabeth,"

I walk over to the principal who called my name and see a look of guilt and sadness. When I walk into his office the first thing that I notice is the police officers. "Please take a seat Elizabeth."

When I sit down the principal follows soon after. "I know you are probably wondering why we have asked you here today. This is something I hate to announce to you, but your foster parent has passed away in a car accident. Your foster brother is okay and he has an Uncle and Aunt that can take him and adopt, however we need to find a new home for you."

All I can think of is that those are two more people. Two more people are dead that I have known. As I look back at the principal unemotionally he tells me to follow the police officers to help me find a new home and if I happen to move out of the school district he wishes me the best.

As I follow the officers to their cars in the rain all I can do is go through everyone. Every single person that I have lost. Now Dean and Jennifer are added to the list. Yeah sure did I love them... no. That does not mean that I wanted them to die.

Selfishly I am nervous for myself because there are so many worse foster homes that I can potentially be in. Like why did they have to die. Two years, just two more years and I would never have to worry about someone dying and me having to move.

As we pull up to the police station and walk into the building I hear people talking and working their way through the busy streets of Boston. The officers bring me to a room and get me my social worker.

They are doing better than eight months ago because now I am getting a DNA test for some family. They did not do this the last time. Even though I have told every person multiple times that I do not have a family.

My Social worker Hannah walks in and has a surprisingly happy emotion on her face. "I have some good news Elizabeth. We found your family and called them and they agreed to take you in. You are going home!"

"Wait what?............... I have a family?"

Word Count ~ 1015

Merry Merry Christmas if you celebrate it if  not happy holidays! I hope you have enjoyed Chapter One. My plan for the next chapter is in the next day (December 26). Please vote and comment. I would love to know what you think about they book and maybe what you would like to see.