Pure Chances

Pure Chances | 02

I had this issue with burials, a very personal one at that. They seem to always show up when I least expect it, I mean let's face it noone expects their parents to jump off a bridge in the middle of the night, or their sister to die while giving life, seriously, noone does, but then it always happens, to me at least, and then you have to get used to the saddening organist and a lot of fake empathy being thrown at you.

You only see these people at this time, they're never there when there's a fixable problem, they're only there for the convenient ones. Then, there are the speech givers who get literally everything wrong about the person, Diane did not spend 33 years on this earth, old lady! Get your facts straight! She didn't die from a car accident, my goodness! It's Diane not Diana for the onr hundredth time!

Of course I mentally noted these things, at least they attended the service, it'd have been weird standing on the podium and reading a parting note to thin air.

It was my turn to speak, I stood up and looked around, I felt scared that these terrible people had made me stop crying for way too long, Diane deserved my tears, loads of them, I'd cry in place of all these bastards if I could. I walked up to the church alter, I held the microphone close to my lips and that day I wrote my letter to Miss Diane Burnes, the most beautiful woman inside and out that I had ever met, and when I was done and the crowd roared in applause, I felt her acknowledge me, she knows that I love her, alright.

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17 months later.

"Are you Miss V. Burnes?" The clerk asked me, scratching his mustache.

"Yes, I am."

"Sign here. And here, and down here."

After a lot more impulsive scribbling of my signature around the paper he looked intently at the paper before looking back at me, his brown eyes guilt tripping me on so many levels. I knew what he was going to say.

"Miss Burnes are you sure you want to give your child up for foster care?"

Damn it!
I don't want to but I have to.
"There's no way I'm going to juggle school and taking care of a baby!" I whined trying to convince the man and myself simultaneously.

"Your file says you have two years left for college, I think you can. Honey, this is your child now whether you like it or not, your responsibility, and I don't think she deserves to be given away when you have the means to raise her comfortably."

Who is this guy and why does he have to be so right!? I stared at my reflection on the marble surfaced counter in front of me, silently wishing my old life back, desperately holding on to my tears but failing miserably.
A teardrop fell on the surface, then another until I cried my eyes out in frustration. The young man did nothing to console me and I appreciated that so much. When I was done I wiped my eyes and coughed awkwardly, the mans eyes were still very much on me.

"I don't want to decide anything yet, I'm here to meet the family that wants my child then after that, I can decide." I muttered and sniffed, looking around the room.

"That's a good idea Miss Burnes, I'm Miguel by the way."

"Thank you, Miguel."

"For what?"

"For being the way you are." I laughed at his puzzled expression. He obviously didn't see anything special in his behavior but I did.

"The foster family is waiting for you in the next room. No literally, their last name is Foster." He whispered the last part theatretically and I laughed before turning on my heels and going in to the receiving room. It was a well lit room with the appearance of a normal living room, white walls and white and cream striped sofas with lots of cushions and blankets. I sucked in my breath as I approached the Foster family, there was a man and two women, I could only glimpse the back of their heads. I eventually sat opposite them. The man was extremely attractive with piercing green eyes and a full tuft of wavy dark hair, he looked like money to me, his stony expression earned him the title: rich snob. The dark haired woman beside him on the other hand who I supposed was his wife looked like an escort with her fake boobs threatening to spill out of her low cut dress, I gagged. The woman sitting to his right was much older, her crinkly eyes giving her away, but she was still as beautiful as ever, and she looked like she knew it.

"Miss Victoria Burnes, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." The older woman spoke first, dazzling me with a toothy smile as she clapped her hands together, she seemed like a genuinely happy woman but this was honestly not the kind of family I expected, a brooding man who didn't look a day over twenty, a bimbo and an aging woman, they really weren't the ideal candidates. "My name is Meryl Foster as you must already know."

Unfortunately I hadn't even read your file so I don't already know.
"The pleasure is all mine Mrs Foster. I think this interview entails you to show you can take care of my daughter in the best possible way." I stole a quick glance at Mr Foster, he seemed lost in thought but not a sign of worry on his face and his girlfriend seemed to be tapping away on her phone. Oh no, this family was zero.

"Oh, of course, our family owns a pharmaceutical company which my son runs, we have more than enough to give Charlotte a luxurious -"

"Charlotte? Who is Charlotte?" I inquired.

"Well your daughter, of course."

"Her name is Diane, not Charlotte."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Mrs Foster giggled. "That's the name we decided to give her, pardon me for using it so soon."

At this moment I tried my very best not to burst out laughing, seriously? Why would you name a brunette little girl Charlotte?! My brunette little girl.
Mr Foster let out a raspy cough and it seemed like he was finslly ready to speak.

"My mother was joking about that, of course Diane will keep her name." His voice was rough, yet deep and addictive in a way that you could listen to him talk for hours.

"Good." I said, laughing at myself inwardly for trying, and failing to emulate his tone of voice.

"My name is Lucas Foster."

"Your name is what?" This can't be right, this man standing in front of me, cannot be the Lucas Foster I know and hate. After seventeen months, no, no.

"Lucas Foster, I'm Diane's father."

a/n: any ideas for the cast? of course the billionaire absolutely has to be tall dark and handsome (; please vote comment and share , all the love, Taire 😃