Out of time

New Home

I was lonely.

I was now alone in this world.

I had No One.

I was in the car day dreaming about how my house was gonna be like if they had money to feed me. Were they nice? I wish Chase was with me I really needed him right now. My cancer is gone. My family is gone. I honestly didn't have anything to live for.

Mr father or somethings like that never even talked to me during the ride. "What's you house like?" I asked my new dad. He never answered me I thought that was kind of strange so I kept looking out the window. Then we pulled up to a mc Donald's he got out I tried to get out but he said stay here.

He came out with two bags of food buy the smell of it it was Chicken nuggets, a cheese burger, fries and ooooooh a chocolate milkshake, I was excited. I asked him what he got he said "dinner."

"Ok can I eat it now." I said assuming it was for me.

"It's not yours it's mine and my wife's." He said like I was supposed to know when he bright it out.

"What am I supposed to eat?" I was really hungry and tired.

"Left overs."

I was shook I had not eaten since lunch Witch was 9 hours ago, I was starving but he didn't seem to care. "Well can you eat know so I can eat sooner pleas j haven't eaten since nine hours ago."

"Since you said that you won't get to eat!" He said.

"Why don't you know what I have gone through?"

"Yeah you were a spoiled rich kid who has all the money in the world!" He yelled.

"No I had stage four cancer. Why would you think it's ok to treat me like that?!"

"Your grounded when you get home, and you won't be eating anything tomorrow."

I sat there in disbelief. Then after crying I fell asleep an then in the morning I awoke to still be in the car but parked in the driveway of a mansion. My new parents did have money, and a lot of it.

I sat on the edge of my bed. Life is just crap. I mean it could be worse I could be sitting in the cold under a bridge.

It's been a couple of days and I've only eaten scraps. But soon days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months.

I sat down in the basement  where my "room" was. It was just a cot and a pile of clothes. I heard mom and dad yelling and fighting about me. They kept throwing insults at me but not directly to my face. A couple minuets later I was called up.

I stood in front of them as they looked me up and down. It has been 3 years. I'm 13 now. Not a day goes by that I don't think about chase or my friends. "Get her in better clothes" my dads voice rasped.
"Whatever" my mom said as she headed up the stairs. My dad started to pack up stuff. My stuff.
I was confused. My mom came downstairs and ordered me to put on a blue Long dress and slip ons. I went to the bathroom and changed.

When I got back out they had about five bags packed. "Hey get in the car!" My dad yelled. I refused "no"
He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me to the car. He threw me in the backseat along with my bags.
"W-where ar-e we going??" I stammered
"Trafficking" my
Mom laughed