It only takes me a few seconds to process until my face turns completely sour.
"I don't have a father" I rudely remark
"Yes you do and you will have to go live with him "
What the hell?
"I don't know what kind of sick joke is this, but there is no way I will go live with someone who clearly doesn't give a crap about me" I tell her, my voice inscreasing with every word
"I'm sorry honey but you really have no choice, he is your only family left that can take you in"
"Just because I share the asshole's DNA doesn't mean he's family"
She looks taken aback but right now I don't care. Families take care of each other. The only thing that man ever did for me was help create me and he didn't even meant for it to happen, that't why he left.
''Well like it or not he is your father and you have to go live with him"
''Isn't it a social worker's job to tell me this instead of you?"
"Yes it is, that's why I'm telling you" she smiles at me and I want to facepalm myself ''I already spoke to your father, he's agreed to take you''
"Okay then, if you're a social worker let me tell you this," I take a step forward so I can be face to face with her "I would rather go to a foster home than go live with that jerk"
"I'm afraid it's not up to you, Richard has full custody of you now that your mom passed away"
I stare at her as she takes my hand and gives it a small squeeze. She smiles at me one more time before leaving me standing there.
Two hours. Two freaking hours of having to listen to random people cry. People who never even knew my mom before, talking about how great she was. The good thing is, that it is finally over. I don't have to listen to anyone's crap anymore or hold back my tears. If only the pain and guilt could be over as well.
I start walking towards the exit but I see Marie walking towards me. I contemplate whether to pretend I didn't see her or wait for her. Before I can decide, she is already standing infront of me with her eyes really puffy from crying.
''Better start packing, we leave after your mom's burial tomorrow''
''We?''
''I'm taking you to the airport'' She gives me a wide smile
''Airport? Where the hell does Richard live?" I panick and she starts laughing
I can't tell if she was laughing because of my attitude or the fact that I called my "father" by his name. I hope she doesn't expect me to call him dad or anything because that would be a real dissapointment for her.
''You're going to California''
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Picture of Marie on the side. Not bad for a woman in her early sixties huh? :p
-Camille xx
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Lost Mind
Teen Fiction"We change, we grow up We fuck up, we love we hurt, we're teenagers. We're still learning" Ariana is a sixteen year old girl who just lost her mom due to a car accident. With no other family member to take her in, she must go live in California with...
