lost - the fosters

home

ive come to the conclusion that this bench was more of a home then my own house was.

i had only taken a few shirts and one pair of jeans but that would be enough for now.

liam hadn't followed me out of the house and down the street.

i couldn't stay here, even if it did feel like home. i had to go back to stef and lena's.

i began to walk back at a very quickly pace with my bag on my back and didn't turn around once.

i didn't know what the time was when i got back to their house but apparently it was the same time stef was coming home from to have lunch.

"riley?" stef asked as she saw my walking up the street.

i began to cry harder and walked into her arms.

she held me there a few moments

"riley? are you okay? what's wrong sweetie? where were you?" she asked but i didn't answer as the questions were too overwhelming.

i lied.

the park bench wasn't home. stef and lena were.