I got home after my brother picked me up. I instantly went to my room to start packing. I packed all my clothes in one suitcase and some other nick-nacks in a box. Once I'm ready, the lady comes and picks me up to take me to Entoan's house. It seems so wierd that Entoan is my foster father.
After about an hour of listening to music in the car, we arrive at Entoan's house. I got out and the lady got out my suitcase and box. She carried the box to the front door and I dragged my suitcase and follow her. She manages to knock on the door and we wait. A few seconds later, the door opened to show Entoan. He smiles when he sees me.
"Hello miss. Hey (y/n)." He says. I nod. He let's us in and I see Dlive sitting on the couch. He looks back at the door and waves. He turns back to the tv. I follow Entoan as he shows me to my room. It's nothing major, but it's nice. The walls are a cream color, but they are bare. The dresser is a dark brown color. I set my suitcase next to the bed and the lady set the box on my bed. She leaves and asks to talk to Entoan. He follows her, giving me time to unpack.
Entoan's P.O.V.
I follow the lady, Mrs. Brown, and she motions to Dlive to join us. He gets up and comes over.
"(Y/n) is a normal girl. She does have trust issues and she is shy. Please give her a loving home. I know she graduates high school in two months but she can't live on her own until she can protect herself." Mrs. Brown said.
"Dont worry. She has a great home here." Dlive assured her. She nodded and left. We went back to check on (y/n) and see if she needs help. I knock on her door and I hear shuffling. The door opens to show the (h/l) (h/c) haired girl standing front of us.
"Hey. Do you need any help?" She shakes her head. "Ok. We are in the living room if you need us." I say. She nods and closes the door. I take a big sigh and feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Dlive smile at me. I smile back and head to the living room to watch a movie.
(Y/n) P.O.V.
I close the door and slide down it. Tears start to fall and I cry silently. I miss my family. They were good to me. It wasn't my father's fault he beat me. He got drunk all the time and that's what made him beat me. Why did I go into foster care now? I had two months left before I can leave the house and go off to college. Why now? I stopped crying and finished unpacking. I go to the bathroom to see that my (e/c) eyes are red and puffy from crying. I splash some water in my face and dry it with a towel. I head into the living room to see Entoan and Dlive siting on the couch watching (favourite movie). I walk over and sit in between them. Dlive looks over at me. And sees that I have been crying.
"(Y/n), what's wrong? Why have you been crying?" Dlive asks. Entoan looks at me with concern. I refuse to look at them. If I do I will start crying again. "Hey. Look at me." Dlive says leaning forward trying to get me to look at him. I turn my head and end up looking at Entoan. I look down, feeling tears brimming my eyes. I close my eyes, refusing to cry, but to no avail. A rear slips out. I feel arms wrapping around me and I look up to see Entoan hugging me. I lean into his chest and cry. My tears stain his shirt, but he just holds me tighter as I cry harder.
My breathing becomes ragged as I breath between sobs. Entoan rubs my back, trying to calm me down, and suprisingly it does. I pull out of the comforting hug and wipe my tears away, sniffling. I look at Dlive and he smiles a calm smile at me. For the first time in a while, I smile. My phone buzzes and I look at it to see someone calling me. It was my only friend at school. James. I answer it and leave the room.
"Hey (y/n). Where are you? Why aren't you at school?" He asks.
"I'm in foster care. I'm in Arizona." I said.
"WHAT!?!?!? Why? You have two more months of school left, then you can leave your family for good. Why now?" He asked, slightly yelling.
"I don't know. I have been asking myself that all day." I say with a sigh. I could tell he wasn't happy. Every one knew that he had a crush on me. I dont know why. I'm just a pathetic girl that can't do anything right.
"Well. What do we do know? Is there some place you want to meet up? There is something very important I want to ask you." He said, nervousness evident in his voice.
I thought for a moment. "Hold on. I'll be right back."
"Ok." I pressed hold and went back into the living room.
"Hey is there a place I can go to meet up with a friend from school?" I asked.
"Yeah. There is a Starbucks 30 minutes from here." He said.
"Cool." I said leaving the room.
