My Goofy Adoptive Father-Aaron Goodwin

Prologue

Salem's POV

*flashback*

"Mom, Dad stop,please," I cried as I watched them argue.

Tears flowed off my face as I watched their arguing continue. Their faces were red and bulged with anger.

"I can drink all I want b****, and there is nothing you can do to stop it," he screamed.

"If you keep drinking and we keep shouting then, no I can't stop it, but I'm going to start with the problem," she said as she began walking into the kitchen.

"If you touch my booze w**** I swear to god I am going to kill you," he stomped after her.

Little did I know how true the statement would be.

"I am a w****? You have been sleeping around through all of our marriage, and you dare called me a w****," she screamed.

I watched from the entrance of the kitchen as she began to pour one of the bottles down the drain. The yelling continued as she did it. Mom went to grab another one, when dad snatched it from her.

"No there is no way in hell I'm letting you take this," my dad screamed.

"Yes I am," she yelled as she snatched it back.

They yelled and snatched it from each other till my dad did the unthinkable. He took the bottle and smashed it over her head.

I don't remember much after that, just that I screamed for mom for hours. My screaming caused the neighbors to call the cops, my dad got arrested, and I got thrown into an orphanage.

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3 months later

My fingers rest on the piano as I press the keys to Bella's Lullaby. Yes it is from twilight, but the melody is short and sweet. I watch as my memory triggers my fingers to the correct notes, replaying the last time I saw my mom, or my dad.

The melody came to and end, when I heard a voice that startled me.

"You have a beautiful gift," Sami, my caretaker said.

"It's the only song I know how to play," I laughed.

Sami chuckled and walked out of my room. Yes I have a piano in my room, but it's not a great big one, but one that's flat on the back. Sami, on the other hand, is the one of the main people that run this building, and is the caretaker of my wing.

I began the song again. I loved hearing the melody; it was truly the best to me. I got lost in the song that I didn't notice my neighbor, Shiloh, popped into my room, scaring the crap out of me.

"Oh geez, Shiloh, I need to get you a bell," I gasped.

The little boy giggled at me, "Someone is coming to check you out today."

I got confused, "Today? Already?"

It's only been three months.

"Yeah, I heard the ladies talking about it, he's from a show on TV. I haven't heard of him, so I don't think he is famous," Shiloh giggled as he ran out.

Oh crud, what am I supposed to do? It's so soon. Most people don't even get looked at till at least 5 months. I started to get nervous. Why would I be looked at? Gr I don't know.

To calm my nerves I began to play and play and play. I hummed the melody. Memories red losses my mind. The shouting, the screaming, the smashing. I abruptly stopped playing as my hands began to shake. My eyes welded with unshed tears.

I was losing it. I began to hyperventilate. My hands were shaking harder. I couldn't feel anything, and I fell over the bench.

"Salem?" Shiloh asked.

"Salem!" He shouted.

"Sami!" He shouted.

Sami came running in.

"Oh my god, where is her bag?" Sami scrambled around looking for it.

She quickly found it and placed it to my mouth, cooing me to take deep breaths. I regained my composer.

"You ok sweetie?" She asked.

I could only nod.

"Well there is a gentleman downstairs ready to meet you, he been looking to adopt, and he wants to meet you," she said.

I looked up at her in amazement.

"Are you ready to meet him?" She asked.

I only nodded.