Only You Can Save Me (SkyDoesMinecraft Fanfic) <Watty Award's 2014>

Chapter 2 {A Savior?}

I shove my binder into my backpack and sling the sleeves over my shoulders before slamming my locker door. The bell had just rung for the end of tenth period, and I had to meet my foster parents in town. Don't ask me why, because I really don't know myself. I catch a glimpse of a piece of paper that must have been pushed into my locker. It reads 'Dumb Blonde'. Of course they would pull the classic dumb blonde on me.  

I walk out the door of the school building, keeping my head down as I walk past the groups of kids. Suddenly, out of the corner if my eye I see a foot shoot out, and I feel myself fall toward before I have time to stop. I slam into the concrete sidewalk, for the second time that day, leaving scrapes across my arms. Everyone laughs at me. The total pushover no one cares about. I get up and run, tears beginning to stream down my face. As soon as I'm off school property I stop, wiping the tears from my face.  

I walk past the buildings, finally reaching the café. It called "The Seattle Café". Original. I push open the door and see Helen and Andrew, my foster parents. They glare at me, and I sit down next to them. "What happened to you." Andrew says gruffly. I look down at the floor. "Don't just sit there, speak!" he says louder.  

I feel the tears come to my eyes. They don't know I'm mute. They never talk to me so they wouldn't know. "Speak when your father tells you to!" Helen says loudly. A few people turn to look at us, but go back to their meals. No one cares. Then I feel a sharp sting whip across my cheek as Helen slaps me. The whole café goes quiet. Everyone stares at us, wide eyed. Some kids whisper to their friends, the employee's stop doing what they're doing, and some people even get up and leave. No one does anything. 

"TALK GOD DAMN IT!" Andrew yells. Now the tears are spilling over. This is what I have to put up with every day. It's torture.  

"Hey, you can't treat her like that!" I hear someone say loudly. I look up to see a guy walking swiftly over to our table. He seems a few inches taller than me, and I'm pretty tall, and has curly brown hair and brown eyes. He looks about twenty. Only a few years older than me.

"We can treat her any way we want. We're her foster parents, not you." Helen spits. The guys' brow furrows angrily.

"No you can't. It child abuse. She doesn't deserve to live with slobs like you," he retorts.  

My eyes widen. This is the first time anyone has stood up for me, ever. "You can't tell us what to do." Andrew says, raising his voice, and getting up from the table.

"In this case, yeah, I can," the guy says. I feel his hand on my shoulder. "Come on, you aren't staying with these two any longer." My heart flutters with hope. But then I see Helen and Andrews faces. By now they're furious. Andrew starts to walk towards the guy. "I'm sorry sir, but this is no longer your decision. I'm reporting you to the police and taking this girl back to the orphanage." No. Not that place. That was even worse than Helen and Andrew.  

"Don't take me there," I croak. It's the first time I've spoken in more that two years. My voice is raspy and raw, as if clouded by spiderwebs. "Please." The guys eyes soften and he smiles slightly.

"Alright, maybe you can go home with me then." My eyes widen and I nod vigorously. This guy actually seems nice. I get up and follow him away from a still furious Helen and Andrew, and he leads me to a car. It's a really nice one. He opens the door for me and I hop in, looking gratuitously at him. He smiles, going to the other side and sitting down in the drivers seat.

"My name is Adam. What about you?" he says calmly, as if the whole café incident had never occurred.

"Jess," I say, my voice a bit less raspy than before.  

He nods. "Why is your voice so hoarse?" I look down at my feet again.

"I've been mute by choise for two years, but thanks to you that has sort of changed," I say, my voice improving in clearness every word. He look sympathetically at me.

"How long has this been going on?" he asks.

"What, them? Ever since they began fostering me, I guess," I say, shrugging. Adam nods starting the car. 

"Well, don't worry about them anymore. You won't see them ever again." Good. I don't want to. "Now, let's get going to the Adoption Center," he says smiling. So far, this is going to be a much better life from now on.

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