Broken Soul Looking For Love

Guardian Angel

I remember getting in the shower once Anthony had left my room. Once I washed off all the " Unwanted stuff " I sat down putting my head into my folded arms that were resting on my knees. As the cold water hit the back of my head, all I could think of was why me? Why on earth does God himself keep setting me up like this. I started crying, louder and louder as my thoughts got deeper. I couldn't wait to leave this house. It was just a terrible experience all around.
Sleeping that night was clearly not on the agenda for me. I was up all night watching Martin. That one episode where Gina and Martin were fighting and they attempted to leave each other then came back instantly came on twice. Once around 4 in the morning, another time at 7:30. That was my favorite episode. I always wanted a love like theirs.
     Maybe a couple minutes after it came on for the second time, someone knocked on the door. I was scared it would be Sam so I walked slowly. It turned out to be a really tall white lady with light brown hair.

"Hi, Ms. Sanderson? " the lady had a high pitch voice, irritating to the point where I didn't even wanna give her an open opportunity to speak again.
I told her I was "Ms Sanderson " because I was in fact her. She introduced herself as Jessica. She was following up on the case so we got to talking. She started talking about things I've never heard about before. She also told me how much Sam talked about home and how much he missed me. She told me that he always screams my name when he's sleeping and if A girl is not by his side when he wakes up, he's hard to handle throughout the day. Not that I gave a fuck about how he is hard to handle or anything, I still listened. I was disgusted at the image of him screaming my name while he's sleeping. It was up until this very moment that I figured out that this tall , annoying lady thought she was speaking to my mother and not me. She asked my mother which in fact was really me , to call me down stairs so she can speak to me . Clearly she didn't know she was already talking to me . This ruined a lot for me, once she realized I wasn't my mother. She told me she had broke confidentiality and most of everything she said to me wouldn't be able to be used in court because I wasn't supposed to know. Once she said that , I just shut the door and went back upstairs. You mean to tell me the fact that he's been thinking about me nonstop while away from me, means nothing to the judge ? That was just sickening to me! Just another reason for me to pack my shit and leave.
     I ran up the stairs , slammed the door and started throwing random shit in a big bag. Fifteen minutes later , I called my father. I haven't spoke to my dad in a few years. He said some pretty hurtful things to me so I rarely kept in contact but it was either him or the streets.
I explained to him what happened and he later then came to pick me up.