Darkest Twists

Chapter 3

The news had spread through school, due to my big-mouth neighbor, and my best friend Zach and his mother came to see me. Zach and Lola got along just fine, and neither would leave my side. At this time I was pretty thankful I had them. They were the only thing that kept me from having a break down. One more and I was sure to go to a mental hospital. They wanted to stay overnight, but because of school, they both had to leave. Once again, I cried myself to sleep. Only to be engulfed in nightmares.

The next day, the police were trying to figure out what to do with me. My dad was determined they give him custody, but because he was currently unemployed, and on probation, they didn't think it would be a good idea. They looked into my grandparents, but they couldn't afford for another child. Zach's mother has always wanted a little girl, so she said she would adopt me. They wouldn't let her because of her current living conditions. She explained she was moving soon, but they wouldn't allow it until then. I was out of options. I was going into foster care. Everyone hated the idea, including me. At this point, I just wanted to run away. I wanted to scream, to knock everything down, to break anything I saw. In my head, I did all that. But my body stayed there, still like a statue. How could they do that? Anything is better than that! They could put my dad on welfare or something. They don't have to send me away!

Lola and Zach were furiously yelling at the police and begging for another option. As for my dad, he was handcuffed to a bench until he calmed down. When the officer explained she wasn't in charge of me, they settled in the room with me. We all talked, exchanged numbers and hugs, and waited for the officer to say when the child services people will get here. I felt like I was awaiting my turn at the block to get my head chopped off by the big guy in a mask with some weird axe. You ever noticed the executioner is always big and muscular? I guess it would look funny if it was some small scrawny guy doing the killing. All of a sudden, a dog jumped on me, making me lose my train of thought. It took me a minute to realize it was my dog.

"Trouble!" I shouted. Lola just looked at me like I was crazy.

"How is having your dog trouble?" She asked.

"No no, his name is trouble."

"Why?"

"We'll he was my grandmother's, and he always got into stuff, so she named him trouble."

"Well why do you have him?"

"Well, because-" Someone in the room cleared their throat. I looked over at the doorway, and saw a tall guy with broad shoulders in a suit next to Lola's mom. He has short brown hair, and an ugly frown on his face. He looked mad, like this was suppose to be his day off or something. "Rude, much? I was in the middle of a sentence." I commented at him. He just glared at me. "Do you need something specific, or are you getting paid to stare?" I asked. Zach suppressed the urge to laugh. Lola looked nervous. Her mom feigned a shocked look, but I could see her urge to smile.

"Kat, sweetie, this is Mr. Sanders. I'm afraid he's your social worker."

Oh no..