The Alpha's Weakness

Chapter 3

"Here we are." Miranda states parking in front of a small cabin style home. It has a porch out front and two nice-looking cars in the gravel driveway. Big windows face the front with forest surrounding the sides and back of the house. From city to the middle of nowhere.

Amazing. Love that.

A couple exits the front door and stands at the edge of the porch at the top of the stairs, smiling down at us. They are pretty people. Far prettier than I'll ever be. Miranda gives me a soft smile and exits the vehicle. I follow suit just a brief second later.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs. Hinz! Thank you so much for accepting Liz here on such short notice. We really appreciate it."

"Oh my gosh, of course, Miranda!" The woman, Mrs. Hint, replies with a big smile on her face.

"Lizzie, grab your things, dear, and we'll get you inside." Miranda gestures at me to grab my backpack and single trash bag filled with clothes.

All my belongings. A backpack halfway filled with drugs and a trashbag half filled with clothes. What a sad life.

"Now just so you two know a few things about Lizzie, she's mute and is coming to your care bec-" Miranda starts to drag on to my new foster parents, filling them in on my rap sheet of quick information.

1. Liz is mute
2. Liz got arrested last night
3. Liz's parents died in an OD
4. Liz was with her old family for 5 years
5. Liz has a brother but has not had contact with him since he was adopted 5 years ago
6. Liz will be 18 in 2 months, where she will age out of the system and be free to leave

Six facts. My whole life in six facts. Well, at least the facts that she knows. I would add a few, if I could, but I can't, so I guess they'll stay in my head forever..

7. Liz isn't mute. She's silenced from years of abuse
8. Liz hates the nickname Lizzie
9. Liz is addicted to drugs
10. Liz is sarcastic
11. Liz finds Miranda annoying as fuck
12. Liz doesn't want to be here. Or anywhere.

"- registered her for classes at the local high school so she can start tomorrow. Lizzie used to excel at school when she was younger, maybe a new school will renew that spark. Education is important, after all." Miranda keeps talking to my new foster parents who are smiling and nodding along enthusiastically. I join them on the porch, looking down at my feet.

"Liz," Miranda turns to me, "I'm going to leave now. Mr and Mrs Hinz are going to take it from here. I'll be back in two months to give you the formal papers to release you from the foster care system. Okay?" I nod my head, not looking up.

"Okay then. Thank you both, again, so much. Call me if you need anything! Bye!" Miranda hurries down the steps and backs out of the gravel driveway.

The male foster parents clears his throat, "Okay well, Elizabeth, um, you can call me Brandon. No need for formalities while you're living here. This is my ma- wife Lana. We know this must be difficult and awkward, but we are excited to have you here." I nod my head.

Brandon and Lana. Nice enough names, I guess. Close to my parents, actually, Benjamin and Leanna. The prices. Who commits joint suicide with their 12 year old daughter in the next room. For real. But I digress.

"If you'll follow me dear, I'll show you to your room, and you can get settled in. We'll have dinner ready in about an hour." Lana says. I nod.

She starts to lead me into the small cabin. Once inside, I finally raised my eyes. There's a living off to the right with a big gray sectional couch facing a large TV on top of a fireplace. To the left is a dining room table opening up to the kitchen hidden slightly behind a staircase, obstructing my view. There seems to be a short hallway on the far side of the living room with 2 doors. Both doors are ajar, one showing a bathroom and the other showing the corner of a desk, so I'm assuming it's a home office of some sort. I've never seen a home office before in person. Only ever on TV when Frank would let me watch with him. These people must be rich.