Chapter Twelve
I didn’t say anything.
“And that’s you” she said looking at me. I still didn’t say anything.
“You’re my…” she said.
“Yes” I replied and then I looked one of the care takers up and down.
“You’re a care taker and look how you dress” I told her.
“She’s not a care taker. She‘s my best friend in here” Carla said.
I looked her up and down and then I see where Carla gets all these sketty movement just by how she looks and her attitude. She was wearing a tight black leather skirt and a red half top the had no sleeves and it wraps around her chest. She had on bare make-up on and she chewing gum. She was wearing 7inch clear heels and she had her hair gel up everywhere in these different styles. Bubbles there and a style on the sideburn bit and big ass earrings. She was the girl that opened the door. I couldn’t even guess her age. She looks 18 but might be 14.
I didn’t care I was screwing her hard and then went to Carla.
“When we got separated all I wanted is to see you and Danny again. But dad said he was going to take me and you back but he can’t take Danny and I don’t know why. Then he died and there was no hope for me to find you lot. When we was young we was so close. You, me and mum and Danny. Dad was always out but I couldn’t wait to go home everyday from school cause I was bullied bad them times remember and I use to tell you everything”. She nodded.
“Basically am trying to say that I want to take you home. I can’t make you stay here yeah. These bad influences is making to act different and I don’t like it. At least we can make up for lost time. Maybe find Danny” I asked.
“Yeah” she said. I looked at the care taker and said,
“She’s moving care homes”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that your not old enough to move her or take her for custody” she replied.
“What you mean. Just transfer her I ain’t got no house of my own”
“I’m afraid we still can’t do that. Carla contract is to stay here til someone takes her or until she’s 18”. I wanted to chop her head off. I kissed my teeth.
“Can you leave please” she said. I looked at Carla then said “
I’m going to fix this and if I can’t hang hold for about two years when I can take you. But I’m going to fix it yeah” I said. She had a tear out her eye and then nodded and then I hugged her. I came out and then started to cry. This life is full of shxt. I hate it. I can’t be with my sister because of the situation in our lifes before with our parents. I don’t know how I’m ever going to find my brother and he didn’t have a clue what was happening when we was younger. He was only two years old. I walked back down the road when I saw another flash back
Flashback
“Mum” I said.
“Yes hunny” she replied.
“What would you do if I was being bullied?” I asked her.
“Well I would go and get it fixed. No one doesn’t deserve to get treated differently because of their appearance or where they come from it’s wrong” she said.
“I know” I replied.
“Are you being bullied” she asked.
“No” I lied.
“You know you can tell me anything Melissa” she said.
“I know mum” I replied.
“I love you. You do know that?” she said
“Of course I do mum” I said laughing.
“Good girl. Come on then lets go out for dinner” she said. I smiled and then called Carla and Danny.
“Mum shouldn’t wait for Dad?” I asked.
“No… he doesn’t seem to take interest in his family but his work or what ever he does” she said.
“Okay” I replied and I went to get my stuff.
Back to reality
I was crying so much I just wanted to hug my mum one more time. I could see Jerome’s car from where I’m standing. Instead I just sat on someone’s brick fence and then looked up to the sky.
“Mum I miss you so much. I need you help because I don’t know what to do” I cried.
“Dad I wish you didn’t die so this would of happened” I cried. Jerome came out his car and then ran over to me.
“Hey what happened?” he said.
“I can’t get her” I cried.
“She didn’t believe you again?” he asked.
“Yeah she did. But I can’t take her. I have to wait til I’m 18 or someone else has to take custody of her and she can’t transfer to my care home” I cried.
“Come on.. Lets get you back because then your curfew would be broken” he said. He helped me on my feet and then took me to the car and then drove back to the care home. The whole journey was dead and silent. I didn’t feel like talking. I missed everyone that go taken away from me. My mum, my dad, Carla and Danny. All I could think of what else could go wrong with my life at this point.
