Everyone Deserves A Happy Ending **In Editing**

Chapter 10

*1 week later*

I had not been doing well at all. I had locked myself in my room. I had come out maybe once or twice to meet possible people who would adopt me. I didn't like them. I hadn't eaten at all. There was a knock on my door and I answered it. It was the counselor. She told me someone was here to adopt me. I didn't even know there were any more people considering it. My heart rose a little, thinking it might be someone from BVB. I walked out of the room. I wasn't allowed to take anything with me when I left except the paper and pencil, which I had filled with song lyrics(Oh yea, forgot to mention, I'm a song writer) and dark drawings. The lyrics were depressing and mainly about lost loves. Meaning Ashley. I was ready to leave, but when I saw the people who were here to adopt me, my heart sank. It wasn't anyone I even knew. I walked out to their car with them and sat quietly in the back while they played classical music. I hated classical.

When we arrived at the house, the walked up the steps with me behind them and unlocked the door. I stepped in behind them and shut the door. Immediately I was ambushed by about 3 boys. I was tackled to the floor and my paper was ripped out of my hand. I tried to get up and get it back, but they held me down and the red head who grabbed it handed it to me new 'mom'. She looked through it, a scowl growing on her face. There was a series of 'Ooo's'.

One of the older kids whispered in my ear "You're gonna get it now!" Then they were off me and running away. I got up and she grabbed my arm. She shouted in my face.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS YOUNG LADY?!??! IF YOU'RE GOING TO LIVE IN MY HOUSE, UNDER MY ROOF, WITH MY RULES, YOU WILL NOT HAVE THESE TYPE OF SHIT LYRICS THAT YOU CALL MUSIC!!! IN THIS HOUSE, WE LISTEN TO CLASSICAL OR NOTHING AT ALL!!! AND WE CERTAINLY DO NOT DRAW. ESPECIALLY THIS TYPE OF SHIT!!!! GOT IT? GOOD?" She slapped me and ripped my paper up, throwing it everywhere. "NOW CLEAN IT UP AND I BETTER NOT CATCH YOU WRITING ABOUT THIS SHIT OR DRAWING AGAIN!!!" She walked away and I stood there, dumbfounded. My new 'dad' had conveniently disappeared with his sons and I was left alone, crying and scared. My face stung as I bent down to pick up the remains of my music and drawings up. They weren't very small pieces, so I hid them under my shirt and walked to my room. I would fix them later I thought as I put them under my mattress.

 I started walking around my bedroom, looking around when my door burst open and 'dad' walked in. He was pissed about something. He took his anger out on me. When he left, I was on the floor in a heap, crying. But he also dropped my phone on the floor, 'giving' it back to me. I crawled over to it. I scrolled through all of my contacts and everyone was still there. I smiled and texted Ashley.

"Hey"

"Hey, omg haven't heard from you in forever, are you ok???? I miss you."

"I know, foster home took my phone away...Got adopted today, no I'm not ok. I have been ambushed/tackled, slapped, choked, punched and screamed at in the 20 minutes being here....Plus 'mom' ripped up my song lyrics and drawings saying we only listen to classical and don't draw in this house...."

"Omg, I know this is beside the point, BUT YOU'RE A SONG WRITER?!?! HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD ME?!?!?! AND YOU DRAW?!?! ARE YOU LIKE AN AMAZING SINGER TOO????"

"Theres a reason Ashley....But I guess I can sing....A lot of people have told me I can...I gtg, don't txt back, love you"

I sat on my bed and hid my phone under my pillow. My 'dad' walked in and shouted "HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR PHONE?!?!" I shook my head no and he left, slamming the door.

*1 week later*

I was back at the foster home. My 'parents' had been brought to court for child abuse. I had 2 large bruises on my face, a footprint on my back, 2 fit marks on my stomach and a red hand mark wrapping around my throat. They are going to jail for 10 years for child abuse. I secretly had my phone still because I lied and told the foster care people they never gave it to me so it was assumed they lost it or it was destroyed. At night I would secretly text Ashley and the other guys. At night I didn't have to worry about someone walking in on my because I always locked my door. I had redrawn my drawings which took a little bit of time, then I copied my lyrics down again, partially from memory, partially from the paper. When I was done, I laid down and texted Ashley again.

"Hey"

"Hey, hru? I hear you're outta that hell. Its all over the news."

"Good, really?"

"Ya, kinda freaky...Hey I gotta go. Bye, love ya."