Horan Twins

Chapter Two

May 21, 2011 5:26 am

"Bartley! Come here please!" My mother yelled from the kitchen, I flinched at her harsh voice, getting out of bed. It was spring break, but I never really got a break.

"Yes, Mom?" I asked. Annoyed already.

"Do you have a dollar bill I can borrow?" She asked me, acting innocent.

"In my room, i'll go grab it." I said, walking back up the stairs to my room and grabbing it.

I hid the dollar bill behind my back, walking back down the stairs. "Have you gotten any sleep?" I questioned, my eyebrows raised.

"No, I haven't. You know that." I sighed.

"Maybe you should try to get some sleep. I'll clean up this mess you made." I tried to bargain.

"Maybe you should get out of my business, and give me the damn dollar!" She said, now yelling. I winced at her voice.

"Mom, you need to stop doing cocaine before you get an addiction. You have work today."

"No, I'm your Mom. I tell you what to do, you don't tell me. Now mind your own business, and go back to bed." I gave up on trying to reason with her. I handed her the dollar bill, and went back up the stairs. I attempted to fall back asleep, but I couldn't. Eventually, I was bored of just laying in bed, and hopped in the shower to get ready for the day.

-

"Bartley, what are you doing here so early?" My boss asked as I walked through the door of the coffee shop.

"Havin' a bad day. I'm gonna work off some stress." I said, throwing my dark brown apron on over my regular clothes.

"Go for it kid. We're a bit busy today so i'm glad you're here." He said and I smiled. I was glad I got the position I did. I hated talking to people I didn't know, so I was glad that my job was to make the coffee, not take orders.

"Bartley! I need a chai on ice!" I heard one of my co-workers yell as soon as I made my way into the back room. I didn't say anything back, they knew I was shy here.

-

After a long eight hour shift at work, I jumped in the drivers seat of my pick up truck and drove home. Making sure to play music on the way.

When I arrived home, there were three cars in the driveway that I didn't recognize. One being a cop car. I slammed my truck door shut, running in the house to see my mom in handcuffs and tears streaming down her face.

"What the hell is going on?" I screamed, rushing to my mothers side.

"Are you Bartley Simpson?" A lady asked. She was in a very professional looking outfit. Her white button down shirt was tucked into her navy blue pencil skirt and her hair was in a very tight sock bun. Almost looking painful. I didn't reply to her question, too angry and shy to say anything.

"Yes, you are. I'm Whitney. I'm with Child Protective Services, i'm going to need you to come with me." Still, I didn't remove myself from hanging to my mother. I am not a child. I don't need to go with her. I'm seventeen. Not moving wasn't my best choice.

I kicked, and screamed, but another officer dragged me away from my mother, and she was put in the back of the cop car. Her last words being, "I love you, Bartley!"

-

I knew what was going on, but I didn't want to believe it. According to South Carolina police, I wasn't eighteen yet, so I was still a minor. My mom was the only family I had, so now I was being put into the foster care system until the day I turned eighteen. I didn't want to though. I had a job, a truck, and enough money in my bank account for an apartment. CPS didn't care though. I was a foster kid now.

All my things were packed from my home and put into the back of my truck. I stared back at my home for my entire life. Memories flashed through my mind from throughout the years, and I realized that this wasn't really a home at all, more like a prison. I should be glad I was finally leaving, but my Mom was the only thing holding me back. Of coarse, now she is in an actual prison, under the charge of drugs. 

I was ready for a new start. 

A.N 

FIRST FEW CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO BE A BIT SLOW AND SHORT SORRY XX-DIANA