My bad life turned good

5

Chapter five:

The next morning I woke up, took a shower, blow dried my hair, found an outfit and went downstairs to go eat some breakfast. Today is the day that I'm meeting Daniel and Stephens band mates, I'm looking really forward to meeting them and can't wait. They told me that their band mates are really nice and friendly and trustworthy which is a good thing, because that way if I decide to tell them anything that happened to me before I ended up here at least I'll know that I'll be able to trust them because they won't judge me. That afternoon at around one the doorbell rang, Stephen and Daniel ran to the door and opened it up.

"Hello guys come inside." Daniel said. The three guys that were outside walked inside, I had to admit that they all seemed really friendly. They had smiles on their faces as they stood inside the living room.

"Abby this is Steve Patenaude, Kyle Bykiv and Dan Beattie," Stephen said.

"Hello Abby," they said.

"Hello," I said.

"You know you're real pretty," Steve said.

"Awe thank you, you're real cute," I said.

"You're welcome and thanks," he said.

"No problem," I said.

"When you two are done flirting come find us in the kitchen or the basement," Daniel said.

"Okay bro," I said.

"I'll see you then sis," he said.

"Yes you will," I said.

"I'll see you as well Steve," he said.

"Yes." Steve said. Daniel left us alone and walked into the kitchen with Stephen, Kyle and Dan. I was happy that they were giving Steve and I some time alone together.

"I'd really like to get to know you Abby Richter," he said. It was the first time that someone used my new last name and it sounded amazing with my first name.

"Then ask me a question or two Steve Patenaude," I said.

"I think I will," he said.

"Okay cause I can handle almost any question," I said.

"What happened with your biological parents?" He asked.

"They passed away when I was ten," I said.

"How?" He asked.

"A car crash. I was in the car with them when our car was hit by a drunk driver who was driving too fast and going all over the road, the force of impact is what killed my parents," I said.

"You know I bet that they're up in heaven right now looking over you and thinking that they raised a fighter and a surviver," he said.

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

"I think that because you managed to survive a car crash and likely lots of other things," he said. That's when I knew that I should likely tell him what had happened to me.

"Do you want to know what happened to me before the Richter family took me in?" I asked.

"I'd like to know," he said.

"When my parents first passed away, I was taken to the hospital where I stayed for a few weeks. When I was released from the hospital I moved in with my aunt and uncle on my moms side of the family, but a few weeks later my uncle lost his job, my aunt wasn't making enough money to take care of both my uncle and I, so I was taken away by child services," I said as I paused for a minute.

"What happened after child services took you away?" He asked.

"Child services took me to the Baxter family. At first they were a really nice family, but then four months later was when all of the bad things started to happen," I said.

"What do you mean by bad things?" He asked.

"I mean that every time I didn't do something that they told me to do they would hurt me either by hitting me or punching me. One time they decided to burn my arm, to this day I still have faint scars where they burned my arm, it hurt a lot. But that wasn't the worst thing that happened to me. The worst thing that happened to me happened when the dad came home drunk out of his mind and thought that it would be funny to hit and punch me until I blacked out and couldn't see anything. I of course reported the arm burning incident to the police and I was taken to the hospital, but with the black out incident it was kind of hard to report that but I did manage to report it. It was both of those incidents that helped me get out of the Baxter house and back to the safety of child services. After a week of being back with child services, the Richter family came by and said that they were interested in adopting me. That's my life story as of now." I said. By now I was blinking back tears, I was hoping that Steve hadn't seen my tears rolling down my cheeks, but as it turns out he had. The next thing I knew Steve had his arms around me.

"Shh Abby it's okay it's okay," he said.

"It doesn't feel okay, I'm still worried that the Baxter family will find me again and try to take me back," I sniffled.

"They won't don't worry," he said.

"How would you know?" I asked.

"Because there are now five guys that would do anything to keep you safe and if that family ever comes back they will have to go through all of us to get to you," he said.

"Thank you Steve," I said.

"No problem." He said. He still had his arms around me. I now know that I could also trust Steve. I think I'm going to wait for a bit before I tell Kyle and Dan about what happened to me before I came here to live with the Richter family, only because I feel like I can only tell this story once a day and no more. It's not like I've tried telling it more than once a day, I'm just scared to tell it more than once a day because I might end up having nightmares that night. I'm just really happy that I know there are people that I can trust in this world. I stayed in Steve's arms for a half hour or so, because I felt safe in his arms.