Islan-Dise

Take care of you

Islan Pov
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"So, what I gotta do to get all my siblings under one roof?" I sit down in front of the case worker.

"First, get off probation. Find a suitable home, and make enough income to provide."

"I have at least six more months of probation." I sigh.

"Don't give up so easily, Islan." She stacks some papers.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about how my sister was actin the last time I saw her. It broke my heart I couldn't bring her with me."

"And I feel for you honey. Honestly, I do. You still have to follow procedures. I can't give you any shortcuts because your mom is my friend."

"People, help people all the time, Anita."

"When you are done with probation, come back and visit me. Then we will move forward." She finally takes a seat.

"Do you know where Boon, Ebony and Egypt are? Is there anyway I can talk to them?"

"I will snoop around and see what I can find. I believe they at least made it mandatory to not split the twins up, because they're so young." She started typing on her fancy keyboard.

"Guess that was somewhat thoughtful. I just wanna know that they safe. Ion wanna think about them being, starved, beaten or, you know...messed with in no foul way." I stood up.

"Me either. I did offer to take you all in, but your families fought me on the issue but then none of them wanted you. It was so draining. I gave up. They went so far as to send death threats."

"Thanks Anita. It's all good. Just let me know if you find anything on my brothers and sister. My family have to be the most retarded group of people God created. They never gave a shit but everyone was ready to bash my mama. Fuck em."

"I will. See you later Islan and you are absolutely right." She smirked.

It's crazy these people can just have control over your family. Even with involved and good parents. Yeah, the child is yours but someone can lie on you and they will come take your kids. Then put you through hell and high water to get them back. It's not even that the state cares. They have kids go with these families temporarily, that they don't even evaluate. Or they have them at these facilities, where the staff is doing worse things to them than the homes they were removed from.

Why separate children? Most are young, scared and confused, at least allow them some comfort by having their brothers and sisters. It's all fucked up.

Where the hell Tre at? His face would really be a breath of fresh air right na. I haven't heard nothin from him. I check my Facebook messages and there was no new message. I try calling him, but he doesn't answer. He got into it with his dad. I know he did. I'm worried about him.

Fuck, why do I care so much?

I try calling again. Nothing.

I have no damn idea where he lives or his circle of friends. Maybe he's at the lake house. He said he goes there to clear his head. I check my phone for the address. How the hell am I going to get there? It's at least forty-five minutes from my location. A car service will cost me an arm and a leg. I could have them take me to a house near by and ditch them, then after they leave walk to the lake house. I smile. That's the plan.