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Lucas
You know you are broken when your own mother wants nothing to do with you.
I grew up in a very abusive household. My mother was a drug addict and still is. I spent my whole 15 years taking care of my little sister, who's now almost 10 and myself. My mother only gave birth to us, then forgot that we existed. She was always on something or just spiralling around to find something to numb her pain.
When the child protective services finally got hold of my home situation. I was so close to giving up.
It happened that one night my mother came home with some guy she probably found in the street who sold drugs .
The guy wasn't that intoxicated . I thought the night was gonna be like any other night, sleep and hope tomorrow was gonna be a better day but no, the guy had other plans.
Around midnight I had sounds and grunts coming from my little sister's bedroom, Lizzie. I didn't waste time trying to process what was happening. Somehow I felt like something was wrong. So I ran as fast as my short legs could to my sister's bedroom, to find the guy on top of my little sister. Pinning her down while trying to take off my sister's pyjama pants. She was struggling, trying to let out her little cries but the guy had his hand around her mouth. Enabling her to make any sound.
That horrible scene made me yank the guy off my sister. He fell on the ground, hard by his back. I stood over him. Looking at him with so much anger I swear I could see red. After that, I just blacked out .
I fought and fought until the fight was broken up by police officers. I realised later that it was the neighbours who called the police, my mother was too far gone in her own little world. Both me and Lizzie were put in custody. I ended up at the hospital for a few days, with my little sister by my side .
Until now, three days later . My world has come to a standstill .
" We don't have a father!" I argue with the social worker who is standing by the foot of my bed with a file in her hands.
" You do have a father, who stays in another town. An hour from here . He has agreed to take you two in. " She says calmly.
The reason I am so adamant about the fact that me and Lizzie do not have a father is because, my mother always told us that our father was killed . He was shot. I guess she must have lied. After all, if my father lives one hour from here . I would have gone to him a long time ago if I knew.
" We have a dad?" Lizzie's hopeful eyes turn to me. " I have a dad , Lucas." She whispers, rolling the word 'dad' in her mouth so effortlessly .
" Yes, Elizabeth. You have a dad. He's waiting for you two. You are going home tomorrow, your new home." The social worker addresses Lizzie with a small chirpy voice.
I sigh, leaning on the bed. I can't help but wonder what my dad is like. I guess I'm going to find out tomorrow. For now, I can only rest knowing that Lizzie and I are in a safe place. No one can hurt us here. Even my mother, who's in a rehabilitation centre. I hope this is the beginning of something greater than I thought.
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The following day . We woke up to the nurses treating us special, we are leaving so they thought they could do something nice for me and Lizzie. One nurse, Karen even mentioned that she's the one who came up with this idea. To always remind children that hospitals can be a fun place too.
They brought a few snacks and cake, it made Lizzie feel special and myself too, we never really got anything while growing up. Nothing this special . It was the best thing ever .
By the time it was time to leave, Lizzie was clinging on to nurse Karen . Not wanting to let go .
" Come on Lizzie, we will come back." I reassure her over and over again, even nurse Karen bribes her with more sweets. She finally let go after our ride came to fetch us.
I am feeling a little better, even though my face is a little bruised, I have a
black eye. I look horrible . But I can only hope my father was told about the situation in hand so he doesn't think I am part of a gang or something .We are picked up by some guy wearing a black tux. He doesn't say anything to us. He opens the black limo door for me and Lizzie. We have a few things of our own. A small bag full of the few clothes we own and pictures of us while growing up. Not much but it is enough.
The inside of the limo is pretty impressive. It even has compartments full of snacks and different drinks. Lizzie and I don't touch anything until the driver tells us that it is for us. Lizzie, is the first one to devour every snack even though she had a few sweets in her backpack.
" Stoppp ..you will get sick." I warn her when she goes for more candies.
" But it's all ours!" She complains. Looking rather upset that I have stopped her eating party.
" Of course, but it doesn't mean we should eat them all." I add" We can save some for later ." I offer.
" What if they take them away?" She pouts.
" I will make sure they don't." I say to her. That makes her ease up a little and enjoy the ride silently .
I must have fallen asleep during the ride because when I open my eyes, I find some guy hovering over my face with a frown on his face.
" Oh you are awake" The guy says without even giving me some personal space " What happened to your face man?" He looks at me straight into the eyes . Intense.
" Got beat up" I reply. The guy grins then tries to touch my face but I push his hand away.
" Just give me some personal space!" I mumble. The guy seems to get the hint . He gets out of the car, allowing me to step out too.
" I'm sorry, I was just curious." The guy mutters, standing a few feet from me . I look past him to be met with a huge house that has like 6 floors I think. I have never seen a house this big in my entire life .
" I know, it's majestic" the guy sighs deciding to stand beside me . " And oh, your sister already went inside." I guess he doesn't know much about personal space.
" Without me?" I'm surprised. Lizzie never goes anywhere without me. It's hard to imagine how they managed to stir her away from me.
" My mother somehow managed to convince her . I don't know."he shrugs .
" I hope she didn't use candies. She ate a lot of those on the way here "I joke. The guy just gives me a look, meaning his mother definitely gave her some candies .
" Sorry, my name is Joshua but I prefer Josh . "' The guy introduces himself and I also do . Together we enter the house and he gives me a tour.
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Someone To Stay [bxb]
FantasyLucas Creed grew up in an abusive household, but one day the child protective services came to his and her little sister's rescue, revealing that their mother lied to them about the death of their father. Their father is in fact alive and wants them...