Your Safe Now

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Jacob's Pov-

I was walking around the house trying to avoid being looked at. I am transgender. No one cares enough to use my preferred name. I've been in and out of foster care for years. Every time a new family gets me, they send me back. They don't want to deal with a kid who has so much to deal with.

" Jessica, come here!" My social worker yelled. I hated my dead name. I walked over to her and kept my head down.

" What have I told you about dressing like a boy? A couple is coming to find a kid today, so stay out of the way. No one wants you anyway." She said, walking away. I sighed and went to my room. I sat on my bed and let tears fall down my face. I grabbed my phone and went to the bathroom. I pulled off my phone case and took the blade out. I slowly made long, deep cuts on my wrist. I cleaned myself up and went back to my room. I decided I would get some food. I walked into the kitchen to see two men standing there. They were talking to my social worker, but I didn't care enough to listen. I looked and saw they were playing with one of the little kids. One of the guys looked over at me and smiled. He walked over to me, and I moved away.

" What's your name?" He asked gently.

" Oh, that's Jessica. Believe me, you don't want her. She always comes back. She's too much to deal with." My social worker said.

" I didn't ask you." The man said harshly. She looked shocked but walked away. The other man walked over and offered me a smile.

" Hi, I'm George, and this is my husband Dream." I just nodded. I went to walk away, but George spoke.

" Why don't we get to know each other?" He asked gently.

" You heard the lady. You'll give me back soon. Don't waste your time with me." I said, walking back to my room. I slammed the door and realized I fucked up.

" You do not slam the doors in this house." My social worker said. I sighed and put on my headphones and turned on my music. I laid there for a while with my eyes closed. Someone walked in and slapped me across my face. I opened my eyes quickly to see my social worker.

" The guys that are here want to foster you. Pack your shit. We both know you won't last long." I was shocked. I nodded and began packing. There wasn't much to pack. All of my belongings fit in a backpack. I walked out of the room and went to the office part. I walked in and saw Dream and George looking at me. They both smiled and stood up.

" Did you pack everything?" Dream asked. I nodded and looked at the ground.

" You ready to go then?" He asked. I nodded again. We walked out and got into a car. We started driving and I put in one of my headphones in case they wanted to talk to me. The car ride was about an hour long. We finally stopped at a nice house. We all got out and walked inside.

" I'll show you your new room. Then I can show you the rest of the house." George said placing a hand on my shoulder. I flinched and moved away from him. He gave me a sad smile and began walking. I followed him and he opened a door. The room was nice. It had a big desk, dresser, TV hung on the wall, a bed, a closet, and a bathroom connected to it.

" This is your bedroom. The bathroom is all yours. We have one connected to our room as well." He said.

" You want to put your bag down and I'll show you the rest of the house." I shook my head. I held my bag tightly. He nodded and smiled. We walked out and he showed me where their room was, the kitchen, the laundry room, and everything else I might need to know.

" Would you like to go shopping tomorrow? We can buy you things to decorate your new room with. We can also get you whatever else you might need or like." Dream said.