Work in Progress (Alex Morgan x foster!reader)

Chapter 3

Alex POV - next day

I walk into the clubhouse and see that there's a breaking news report on the TV.

I stop and look at Ali, "Hey, turn that up."

She grabs the remote and turns up the volume.

"Early this morning, the home of this Orlando family was raided. The owners of the home, Diana and Carter Richards were arrested and escorted out."

Their pictures pop up and I gasp.

'That's the woman that Michaela was with.'

"Police were notified of a child abuse situation and an investigation ensued. Through this investigation, a sex trafficking ring was unearthed  and further arrests are pending."

My eyes widen.

"In the home were three children aged five to thirteen. These children were taken into DCFS custody. More on this story as it continues to unfold."

I stand there, frozen in my spot.

"So gross, who does that? And you know that those kids are involved." Ali says.

I turn to her and look back at the TV.

'I have to find Michaela, but how? I have no contact and I can only go off of the location where I saw her and that woman.'

"Al?"

I turn and see Ashlyn.

I shake my head, "Huh?"

"You good? You look like you've seen a ghost." She says.

"Uh, yeah?" I look at my watch.

My phone starts ringing and I see that it's Serv.

I walk away and answer it, "Hey babe, is everything okay? You'll never believe what I just saw on-"

"Michaela is at our house." He says.

I stop.

"What?"

"Yeah. I came home for lunch from training and there, on our front steps, was Michaela." He says.

"She looks like she hasn't slept and she isn't talking." He continues.

"And it's obviously a weekday, but clearly she isn't at school. She's just sitting out there, unresponsive."

I look around until I find Mark.

"I'm coming home."

I hang up and jog over to the coach's table, "Coach. I have an emergency at home, I have to go."

His eyes widen and he nods, "Okay, go."

I jog out of the clubhouse and head to the locker room, grabbing all of my things and getting in the car.

I quickly peel out of the parking lot and race towards home.

I pull in and see Michaela sitting on the steps, staring at the road.

I get out and grab my bag, walking up.

"Michaela?"

She looks up and stares at me, but just puts her head back down.

A piece of paper grabs my sight and I see that she's clutching onto the paper that I wrote my contact information.

I sigh and walk past, setting my stuff inside then walking back out.

"Hey, you don't have to talk, but you want to come inside? It's hot out here. You can eat, watch some TV...we even have a dog. His name is Blue, he always makes me feel better when I've had a hard day."