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17. Good Or Bad

- Alessandra Moretti - 

"Good afternoon, sweetheart" I had no idea what this person was talking about, as they walked in and grabbed me ever so gently from the bed. I had been put down for a nap, they had called it, but I hadn't been tired. I didn't think I was tired until I had been forced to lie down with this person, whom had then left when he thought I was asleep. 

I wasn't sure where he had gone, cause I had woken up by myself. He had left to take a phone call and had never come back. I wasn't even sure where the man that had picked me up from the police station had gone either, the one that had brought me to this place that he kept calling home, but I had an off feeling about it. 

It was like there was something missing to this home, which is what they kept calling this building. I just had this same feeling, one that I had had many of times when I was back at the old place, like I had to keep turning my head to check that something wasn't going to change or jump out of me. 

I just put it down to it being a new place with new people, but it still wouldn't go away. I nodded my head as a response to the person, as he then picked me up. This was a completely new person, to both the man that had brought me here and the one that had laid me down for a nap. I found it a little rude that he had said that I looked tired. 

"There's some people you need to meet" I didn't really like this, and I wanted to be put down, so I pushed away from the man, and made him put me down on the ground. I didn't hold his hand, which would allow me to run away if I needed to. I needed to do this on my own, to be able to know whether this person, or people that I had needed to meet, were good or bad. 

I could hear voices, and this made my scurry so I was standing behind the man that had come to get me. I didn't touch him, as much as I wanted to, but I knew better than to touch him. He wouldn't want my dirty hands on him and his very nice clothes. That wouldn't be nice of me to do to someone that was actually helping me, or at least that was what I thought this was all about. 

They would help me, and then send me back to where I came from. I didn't look the part here, especially with the clothes that I was wearing. "Boys" the person said, and the room went quiet as soon as the word was said. I still didn't peer around this person, but I knew that they were all looking at me. I mean, who wouldn't, when I look so different. 

Where I come from, what I am wearing, is deemed as normal. But, now I know that some people have more material to the clothes that they are wearing. There is even more than one piece of clothing, like I am wearing. There is pants, by the looks of it, and even socks and shoes. There is more than one piece of item that someone can wear!

I wish I could ask for something more than this, maybe even just some socks, because my feet were starting to hurt and get really sore. Socks would keep me warm and I would never take them off. I hated when people hurt my feet, cause then I could never get up and do anything. There was nothing to stop the pain either. 

I was looking down at my feet, that I didn't notice that someone had bent down to my height, and was now staring at me. I jumped back form the person, who was just staring at me, scaring me even more than I liked. Tears welled in my eyes, when the person wouldn't stop looking at me. He didn't even say anything, and that made it worse. 

"Lorenzo, your scaring the poor girl!" someone spoke, over the top of everyone else, as I heard a door slam, and someone walked towards me. I noticed that it was the man that had been on the plane and had brought me here. He dropped whatever he was holding in a heap beside the stairs, before coming to pick me up in his arms. "Did you sleep alright?" 

I just nodded, as no one had ever come to my aid whenever I was this scared. I was so scared that I had started to shake, and all I wanted to do was leave. I wanted to disappear and to never be seen again. There was too much going on; there was too much change and I didn't like it. Tears started to spill down my cheeks, and I quickly looked away from everyone, even leaning away from the man that was holding me. 

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry" the man murmured, as he ever so slowly, pulled my head into his chest, where I started to cry quietly. I hadn't cried in so long, and so the cries came out even louder than I thought they would. "Look at what you've done, Lorenzo. You made your little sister cry" 

I felt the man that was holding me, turn back around, but I just stayed there, crying into this man's chest, hiccupping in between. I didn't like any of this. People were going to get hurt because of me. I should be the only one that got hurt. "D-don't hurt him-m" I stuttered, sitting up, quickly, stopping my cries, just to continue to cry even harder at the thought of how much more I was going to be hurt because I spoke. 

The room went silent, except for my breathing and the cries that wouldn't stop coming. "No one is going to hurt anyone, especially not you" someone entered the room, stopping in front of me, but this time, I wasn't as scared. It was almost like I remembered this person. There was something deep within me, that I didn't feel the need to hide away and be scared of this person. 

"We are family. We are your brothers" these same words were being said to me, about these 'brothers', and I guess this was them, but I still didn't know what a brother was to someone like me. I had nobody, and it was always just me, and it always will just be me, alone in whatever these people were calling this building, a house. 

"You are our baby sister" I looked confused, as the tears started to slow, and then I was peeled away from the one person, to the person that was speaking. "We are going to take care of you" and for once, the bad feeling didn't feel so bad anymore. It felt good, to know that I was being cared for, whatever that meant. 

I didn't know what all these words meant, and it was starting to get too confusing, and my head was starting to hurt from all my crying, and being on alert all the time. "Baby sister?" someone questioned, but my head had already hit this new person's chest, and I was out, too tired to keep trying to hold my end of protecting myself, and caring for me. 

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thoughts? xx

so sorry for taking so long with this chapter, and it being this bad