So, after she said that one of the CPS ladies came up to my room with one of the cops. —Oh I forgot to mention that since my mom refused to take HIM out of the house. The CPS ladies called the cops... yeah.— the lady told me to pack some stuff. I thought I wouldn't be gone for long so I only packed a few things. I packed my blanket, my stuffed bunny (that my grandmother made for my mother, that was given to me), my phone(s) and charger, and my sketchbook and pencil/colored pencils. After I packed those things the lady said, "sweetie, maybe you should pack some clothes..." I replied coldly, "I think I'm fine." She didn't argue with me. She just lead me down stairs. At that moment when I saw my mothers face, stained with tears, I was struck with sadness and the realization that I was really being taken away from my home.
Side note: at the time I wasn't as mad. I didn't want to believe that she had the choice.
As I walked passed her, we hugged and said our goodbyes.
When I walked out of the house, the ladies now leading me to their cars, I looked back, tears cascading down my face. I didn't want to leave my home. I loved it there.
Anyway, I got into one of the cars and sat there quietly, angry at the ladies and in general, pretty upset. I didn't want to talk to them. They took me to the CPS headquarters(or at least what I assumed was the headquarters)...
Thank you for reading and I'm sorry for not updating. I've been lazy and school has been really tiring.
~Ari
