The Girl in Cleats

⚽️Chapter 15⚽️

{Asher POV}

"See you at school, Kit Kat." I whisper into Kiera's ear. As I walk away, two men grab my arms. 

Is that really necessary?

As I watch Kiera, her eyes fill with tears. Maybe I never should've come back. She wouldn't have to go through this, she could be happy. Happy with- with Cameron. I wonder what's going through her mind. How I wish I could just reach out to her, like I did so many times when we were younger.

A door closes in front of my face and I can't see Kiera anymore. I try so hard to not let the tears slip from my eyes.

I walk down a hallway. They'll probably put me in a cell while I wait for someone from the Foster Care Home.

The people running my foster home aren't nice whatsoever. They don't care about you, unless someone important is there. In that case, they are all over you. Saying what a "handsome young boy" I am.

The officer motions for me to sit down on a bench. Not a cell. I tap my foot against the ground, waiting for Mr. Wesley, the manager of my foster home, to come get me.

"Could you please  stop doing that with your foot." The officer says, obviously annoyed.

I stop doing it and look at my hands. I feel the officer's eyes on me so I look up at him. He has bright red hair and green eyes, I notice his uniform is too big for him. He looks away quickly when he notices me watching him.

"Where is the dear boy? We've missed him so much." I hear Mr. Wesley say. 

I want to throw up.

He comes into the hallway where I'm sitting and nods at me. He's a scrawny man, white hair showing up between the black in his hair and beard. "Ready to go, Asher?"

No, actually I'm not. But I'll be able to see Kiera soon. I've just got to get through the weekend. I've never looked forward to school before. This is new.

I look at my feet and nod slowly, standing up. Mr. Wesley puts an arm around my shoulder and gives me a side hug. He smells bad.

When we step outside, Mr. Wesley looks behind him then cuffs me in the ear.

I jump back, startled. My left ear starts throbbing and I hear ringing. It must be my ear because Mr. Wesley doesn't seem to hear anything.

"Why did you run away, stupid boy?" Mr. Wesley asks, anger lacing his voice. I don't answer, instead I fix my gaze on a tall tree. He grabs my arm roughly and drags me to the foster home truck.

I wonder what he's going to do to me. Probably lock me up for the whole weekend. 

Who cares? I need some time to myself.

The drive back is silent, but you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

We pull up to the medium-sized building and I step out, grabbing my backpack.

Mr. Wesley walks briskly, his arms straight at his sides. When we walk in, everybody stops what they're doing and stare.

I wave slightly, watching everyone. Mr. Wesley leads me to the "room", where I'll probably be staying for the weekend.

When we reach the room, Mr. Wesley holds his hand out. "Phone. Now."

My hand goes to my pocket where it's currently sitting. "No. The Sheriff said I could keep it. It was a condition."

"You know what happens when kids like you get power like that? It goes to their heads." He taps his head. "And we can't have that here. So give it to me, stupid boy."

"I'm not going to. I could call the sheriff right now and tell him what you're doing." I say, confidence flooding into me.

Mr. Wesley stands there blank-faced. He doesn't seem fazed whatsoever.

"Kid, he was lying. So your little friends wouldn't go crazy."

"I'm not giving it to you." I say firmly. I turn around and walk into the room.

"Fine then, we'll do this the hard way." He sneers.

Just then I'm struck in the head with a board. I fall to the ground, not completely unconscious yet. He kicks me in the side and I cry out in pain.

"See what happens now?" He says, teasing me. Before I can stand up, I'm hit in the head again and I go out completely. 

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I know, short chapter. I'm sorry. But I gave you a super long chapter last time right? Right.

Sorry for taking so long, I honestly didn't know what to write about.

Thanks for sticking with me, you guys are the best!

-KD Montague❤️