Anguish and Agony |h.s|(editing)

5

My father only held me closer to his body in fear that they might shoot. He had the audacity to use me as protection. I mentally scoffed at the state he was in but quickly remembered the one I was in. I returned my attention to the movie-like scene that was my life.

"Let her go and put your hands up." The same officer sternly said.

His grip tightened; I could feel his heartbeat against my back.

"Mr. Longester, please, if you let her go we can help you." One woman negotiated.

The once so powerful man standing behind me was at a crossroads.
Should he just give up? Or should he stick to his plan? This went on for a while before he made a decision. He hesitated a little but soon enough I was out of his grip. I was free. I could move away from this house and go start a new life somewhere else with my brother.
Or at least I thought.

the officer that kicked the door down rushed over to my father and handcuffed him while the woman calmly walked over to me and guided me out of the house. She led me to an ambulance. I began to panic. I needed Michael now. I didn't feel comfortable or safe but I didn't know why.

The EMT had gotten me on top of the gurney, into the truck and strapped in securely by the time Michael appeared. We didn't speak. I wasn't really aware of what was occurring around me at that moment, I was in too much shock. It was over. My suffering and pain was over.
Or at least I thought.

-
The ride to the hospital was long. Too long. During the forty minute drive Michael and I did not exchange words, he just sat on the seat to my left. His elbows were propped up on his knees supporting his head. His dark locks fell around his hands that were covering his face; what happened? Shouldn't he be happy that we're safe, that we can both move away? I decided to stare at him until he looked up. He never did.

We finally got to the hospital and both of us were taken care of. My burns were treated and they checked if I had and head injuries. Luckily I was fine, well for the most part. Michael had bruising and a minor concussion but was going to be fine. We were kept in separate rooms but he must've requested to see me. A nurse opened the door and let him in. He looked sad. But why?

He waited for the nurse to close the door before he spoke. "How are you doing?" He croaked out.

I took in his appearance for a few seconds. His eyes were puffy and red, his shoulders slumped down and his lips were in a straight line.

Before I could answer he spoke again.
"We need to talk." He sighed.

I looked at him with a concerned and confused face.

"I.. We...." He sighed once more. "We..we can't live together. I can't support both of us and I can't just take you under my wing. I can't afford a home or an apartment or anything. We both have to go to foster care." He paused. "I promise I'll get you when I turn twenty one." He almost whispered.

Of course. Why was I so naive, so dumb? He wasn't a legal adult so he couldn't take me in.

We sat there in silence for fifteen minutes before he spoke.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly. He walked towards the door, pulled it open but hesitated. He sighed in defeat and dropped his head as he walked out, closing the door behind him.
-
My time here was short, thankfully, but very lonely and quiet. I refused to speak to the nurses or anyone. Even Michael. It's only been a few days but I'm already leaving. I had to go back to my house to gather my belongings then I had to go to the foster home. My brother and I had to drive with a social worker. We both sat in the back; I kept my gaze on the scenery outside of the stuffy car as Michael did all of the talking.

Once we reached the familiar building bad memories flooded my mind. I brushed them off and did what I had to do. Once everything was packed up we headed to the place I dreaded.

My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. The woman driving got out of the car and walked back to the trunk. Michael and I got out at the same time and walked over by her. I stood behind Michael as the woman handed him his items. She closed the trunk then proceeded to walk to the front door.

Michael placed his bags down on the pavement and looked me in the eyes and said "I'm sorry I never told you. I couldn't find the right time. I'm sorry." He said, tears forming in his eyes as well as mine. I simply nodded. He gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead then took both of my hands in his.

"I love you belle." He said with a small smile as a tear rolled delicately down his scruffy face.

Realization hit me and I started sobbing. I clung onto him one more time as I choked on my tears. He was my rock.

"I have to go." He said calmly, pulling me off of him.

"I love you." He said for the last time.

I sat on the curb as he walked away.

Why didn't I tell him that I loved him back? Should I go in and tell him.

My anxiety answered and it was a big, fat no. I sat on the curb, still crying, until the woman came back out. She sat next to me and started rubbing my back.

"I know it's hard to separate from your sibling but it's just something that has to be done. Don't worry. You'll both be very happy and he'll be able to get you in no time." She smiled.

She stood up and opened the backseat door for me. I slowly made my way over then climbed in. She got into the car then looked at me in the rear view mirror. She frowned then reached over to the glove compartment and pulled some tissues out and handed them back to me. I shyly took then and wiped my eyes dry.

She began driving and before I could mentally prepare, we had arrived.

-------------------------------------------Okay this was horrible..sorry
Next chapter should be a little more exiting. There will be new characters and maybe some drama I'm not sure yet.

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