Lost In Love (a Connor Stoll love story)

Who needs wicked witches when you have Amy?

Chapter 2 Theyna

"When you finish throwing the moldy food out, you can clean the toilets. And then maybe you can eat some of that vegetable soup, you like that right?" I didn't want to remind Amy, my foster mother from hell, that I'd just cleaned the toilets yesterday. Although it wouldn't surprise me if she had somehow managed to dirty up the whole house in a matter of minutes. "Fix your face, you should be lucky that I feed you. There are kids that would kill to have a tiny bit of soup..." By now I had zoned out. By the time I started to pay attention again, Amy was saying "Imma go and sleep. And maybe take a light. Or maybe I'll take a light first. I haven't decided yet. I want this kitchen cleaned up by the time i wake up, I know that much" Alright this was getting annoying. "I've already cleaned the kitchen Amy", I said as sweetly as I could without throwing up in my mouth. "Whatever" And with that she was gone.

Maybe I could run away again while she's asleep, I thought to myself. But I knew it was no use. DSS always found me and instead of putting me in a different home like they do normal children, they leave me with Amy again. You would think after five reports of a child running away they would just send me somewhere else but no. Every time they brought me back, Amy would put on a show about how much she missed me and that we would go out to McDonald's to celebrate. But as soon as all the commotion settled down, Amy would beat me with whatever was closest.(Last time I ran, when they brought me back Amy beat me half to death with a bottle of Heineken. I still have to the scars on my back). I've learned to live with it. Just wait out the next 3 years of my life and I will be a legal adult. Not that I could get my own job or anything. I never went to school because Amy always needed someone to buy her drinks and lottery tickets. Boy did she go through lottery tickets. And they were never winners, obviously not or we wouldn't be living in a dumpy trailer park.

Once I was sure Amy was asleep, I turned the kitchen sink on to as hot as it would go (which wasn't very high) and "washed" the dirt and grime off my skin. I didn't get many chances alone so when I did, i used it to the fullest. Once I was "clean", I ran to this little hole in the wall that Amy doesn't know about. There, I stashed the little belongings that I had: 2 pairs of black T-Shirts, 3 pairs of gray-ish black pants, 1 pair of holey socks, and a jacket with about $10 in the pockets. Amy didn't know I had all this stuff -especially the money. She was always to drunk to figure out I'd changed clothes and I she knew i had the money she'd ask me/force me to buy her some beer. Which was the only way I could leave the house. And I never went shopping for my clothes either. I couldn't afford to go to Walmart and Amy was clearly not willing to head down to get me the latest trends. I didn't know what the latest trends were, except for hair dye. And I only knew that because of my friend Mark. He was 27 years old and my only friend. He was the only one who knew about my predicament and I intended to keep it that way. Every time I came over to Mark's apartment, (not like that god), Mark would offer to adopt me. And even though I would love to have Mark as my dad, I knew it wasn't possible. Mark works day and night on his youtube channel and I would only get in the way. He would never have time to spend with me. His 10,000,000 subs can have him all to himself.

Anyway, I changed and caught my reflection in the mirror. I had long, dark black hair that went almost past my waist. My dark brown, almost black eyes and my olive skin didn't match the typical California weather. According to Mark, I should be blonde with a great tan and bright blue eyes, and a hot boyfriend. At which point I told him I barely had friends, let alone a boyfriend. Mark got insulted and kicked me out because he had "studio work" to do.

Anyways, the thing that caught my eye the most was the pure gold locket around my neck. I don't know how I knew it was pure gold, I just did. The latch was broken, so I couldn't see what was inside. But I could already guess what was inside. It was a picture of my birth parents. I don't remember them and the locket was no help, but I kept it because it was the only thing that I had of my parents. From what I could tell, it was very old, like it was from decades ago. There were inscriptions across the back, but I didn't know what they said. I never took the locket off in fear that I would lose it, and Mark said the words were in a different language, so that was no help.

I was considering the risk of opening the pack of cookie that Mark had given me, when there was a knock on the door. Oh crap! I thought to myself as I glanced at the door. Was DSS coming today? I couldn't remember getting a surprise inspection note or anything. Amy will kill me if she gets fined! I didn't wanna think about how literally that could be taken.

Again, 4 soft raps on the door, like the knocker was scared the door was going to fall in. "Coming", I said as loudly as I could without waking up Amy. I opened the door to reveal a blonde haired boy with a bright smile and on his face and another boy with just the opposite; A dark haired boy with a face that said can we please just hurry this up?

Oh boy, I thought. This should be good.