It was like my heart stopped but I guess I was lucky in a way that my fosters were dead drunk it really helped my case in this situation but I also suppose my body is a living walking example if need be but lets save that for the worst scenario. I watched as they banged on he door furiously, the only though going through my mind was I have waited years to feel the relief of this moment but what stopped me? I can't even understand that myself but lets leave the thinking for later and savor the moment. I slowly lurked at the top of the staircase ready to see the whole situation unfold. "American Child protective services here, mystery caller indicating neglect and abuse of an under age adoptive child, anything you say or do can and will be used against you in court" Repeated a middle aged guy as he fastened the handcuffs on my foster parents. I quickly scurried up the stairs to rich my bedroom/basement to be waiting when the arrive, lets make these real dramatic I thought to myself in my head because I mean come on I have waited forever for this to watch them uncover and discover me like a missing puzzle or a diamond in the ruff and I guess it is my time to shine. My eyes where already slightly puffy and red as well as tear stricken from earlier only adding onto the effect I put on my most unkept pair of clothes and roughed up my hair slightly but not to much.
They barged through the basement door and needless to say it kind of startled me but I didn't show it I was planning on trying to be as cold and closed off as I can be after all years of neglect and abuse has to do something dosn't it?. The same officer from downstairs barged in and his face was priceless, now I say this with all due respect as they are my savior's right now but when you get a cps call on a household you don't expect to find the child in a 5 star resort I hope not. But anyways he called over a slightly younger women over another officer of course and told her to care for me as they continue investigating and sentencing my foster parents. Typical gender roles I say for that on but in all fairness the lady was very sweet and I think you can tell she is good with kid so I will consider overlooking it this time. I later learned on to find out she was my child protective service staff member who was supposed to help me relocate any relatives and or an orphanage or more foster parents in my case.
I was later dragged along to the police station totally in a daze but my mind always drifted to that crazily attractive guy from the alleyway from ages ago it seemed to always consume my mind space it was scary. I wonder who he is and how he is doing? A shame really that I am such a scaredy cat?. Being in the police station was difficult and a long wait but I think they were on their best behaviour from the state I was in at my house. They drew blood for blood tests and gave me hot chocolate so for me a win win. I just rested on the couch waiting for more news they were supposed to deliver. Lucy suddenly appeared pulling me out from my trance, "Hey sweetheart I know you are tired and in all fairness you should be but if you could stay awake for a little bit we found out some news which is quite important for you. We have been able to relocate some close living relatives for you brothers actually, they leave overseas unfortunately but have happily agreed to be your guardians, they reside in Italy which you will be flying 2 in exactly 2 hrs so I suggest you get a move on, do you want to go home and pack if you have anything?" I reply with a curt head shake which she only sighs do so I was assuming she was expecting it.
I board a fancy looking police car if I am correct and we drive off to the airport. What stunned me is that we are not pulling up to a commercial airport but instead a private one with a private jet, I get anxious noticing the security and lucy notices so she tries to calm me down as soon as she can which only partially works. Time for the ride of a lifetime, I am so nervous of flying and meeting them in particular but in the back of my mind I am remembering that no matter what I have probably been through worse so I can do it.
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Under the stars
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