Falling in love is the easy part

Does he expect me to be upset, that they are taking me away from him? Well he has another thing coming, I wont miss him at all. Does he think I want an abusive father? Hell no! Ever since my mom died from breastcancer he's abused me, verbally, and physically.He always tells me it's my fault shes dead, that she would still be here if I wasn't. He punches, and slaps me while he's sober, then he leaves and comes back and is so much worse. I can hardly even feel anything any more thats why I slit my wrists. At this thought I look down at my bare wrists. I begin to count the scars on my arms 1,2- I count 14,15-"were here!" The almost to perky voice of my case worker pierces my thoughts, "ok", I put my hand on the handle but I then hesitated. What if this family is mean, what if they dont like me? "We haven't got all day Sierra." She said very impatiently" I know I'm sorry Mrs.Heisenberg... its just..."-she interupts me by opening my door for me-"What if they dont like me?" I asked sounding very worried.  "Sierra I know that you have been through a lot, but you are the sweetest girl they'll love you I'm sure.I did the best I could to find you a great home because my father used to beat me and my mother. He threw her down a flight of stairs while she was pregnant with my little brother. She had a miscarriage and got really sick later on she went to sleep and never woke up". She said wiping the waterfall from her tear soaked cheeks, now thats enough about me, lets go meet your new foster family." She said smiling, I got out of the car and grabbed my three small bags, and turned to the house it styled to look old fasioned but had a new vibe to it. I took a deep breath and started walking to the house, I made it to the front door. The social worker rang the doorbell,  and took a step backwards, careful not to trip, in those four inch black high heels. The social worker wore a blue button up blouse, unbuttoned kind of low with a white under shirt that just covered enough cleavage. She also had on a short pencil skirt in the same shade of blue as the blouse. The woman was thin with black hair that had been balanced on top of her head. The door opened,"Hello I'm Francine Heisenberg I'm the social worker." She said smiling, her eyes still red and puffy from her childhood memories." Hello I'm Suzan and this is Josh, my husband. This must be Sierra? You are how old?" She asked sounding quite excited that I was there." I'm six-teen, almost seven-teen." I said trying my best to sound happy."Well we afe happy that you will be staying with us" She said as she looked at her husband and then gestured to my bags. He reached out for them but I snatched them out of his reach." You letting me stay with you, so the least I can do is carry my own bags in." I said smiling at them," but thanks anyway."

"Well I have a meeting to go to, good bye sierra". She said as she leaned down and kissed my forehead" Bye Mrs.Heisenberg" I said nervously, as I turned to my new foster family. " Come on in you can meet our children." And with that she swiftly turned around and walked inside of the big house. It looked a lot better from the inside." Eric, Erica, Drake, and Veronica! Come down here and meet Sierra" I heard four sets of foot steps slowly padding down the stairs, When one girl comes down she looks about three close behind her was another girl that looked about four-teen. Seconds later a boy walks out and looks just like the second girl, he looked about four-teen too. Then another boy, but this boy really captured my attention. He had ruffled blond hair barely passed his ice blue eyes. He had perfecly tanned skin, he had no shirt on and some tight black jeans, and some black DC high tops. He looked about my age 16, he flipped his hair to the side of his head and I let out a long sigh. I realized that I was staring, I slowly forced my eyes to tare the gaze away from his perfect body." This is veronica," I recognized her as the first girl who came down the stairs. "This is Erica," she gestured to the other girl." Eric" the fourteen year old. " And Drake" the mesmerizing hottie that came down last. " she turned to children standing to her right children this is Sierra she will be living with us for a while. For the first time we made eye contact, and I wished I could stare into hos eyes forever.