Alone

F*ck

Ryder's POV.

   No. No. No.

   That's the only thing that seemed to run through my mind. I can't go into foster care, I can't. I keep running until a reach the woods. I know I have an advantage here, I know the woods like I know my own house.

   I take a sharp turn near a big oak, then cut off the path into weeds and grass. The ground soon starts angling down, and I place my steps carefully, but I'm still running. The last thing I need is to slip and go rolling down the hill.

   I don't look back, I know at least two police are chasing me by foot right now, and looking back will only slow me down. I can hear their walkie talkies so I know they aren't too far behind me. The ground starts leveling out, and a small Creek comes into view.

   I run through it, hopping on rocks, trying not to get too wet. I end up getting my converse sneakers soaked and the ankles of my jeans wet. I make it across, then run along the Creek side. I feel my heart beat quicken, and I love the adrenaline. I love how running gives me that, makes me feel like I'm alive.

   As I was lost in thought, I trip over a tree root. I stumble and almost fall, but I catch myself on a close by tree. I know that gave the police some time to catch up, and curiosity got the best of me. I looked back, wasting even more time. They are only a few yards away, and there are now four officers.

   I start running again, but my pace isn't as fast as before. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck. I start running up the hill, still on the other side of the Creek. But stupid me, that only slowed me down more. I hear the footsteps behind me, close, really close. Then, suddenly, someone is tackling me. I land hard on the ground, banging my knee and jaw hard. The wind gets knocked out of me, but I still try and struggle. Just as I started to get my breath back, someone else jumps on top of me, crushing my legs. Then someone else lands on my head, elbowing me hard in the neck.

   Dang, did these guys play football or something?! There was seriously no need for all of them to tackle me, those b*stards.

   The fourth officer walks in front of me, kicking dirt in my face on "accident". I angrily spit it out of my mouth, and try to get free. "We got him," the guy says into his walkie talkie.

   The guy that landed on my neck gets up, allowing me to have air again. The officer on my back pulls my arms back, hard. Pain shoots through my shoulder blades, and I let out a groan. "Get off of me!" I scream, trying to struggle. I try to kick my legs, but the other officer is still holding them down.

   "You have the rights to remain silent," the officer on my back starts stating my rights as he puts my wrists in cuffs, way too tight. Why am I being cuffed? All I did was run, I shouldn't be getting arrested...

   The guy on my back finally stands up, and pulls me up with him by the cuffs. I take a deep breath and flip my hair. I guess I'm going into foster care...

   I get lead out if the woods and back to my house, where they place me against a car while they talk. They eventually uncuffed me and place me into a normal looking car, where a lady gets in.

   "Hello, I'm Ms.Shay, I will be your social worker. I'm gonna take you to the office and find you a home!" she says, overly excited. I clench my jaw and glare at her. I make my hands into fists and stare out my window as I watch my house go by. I rub my forehead feeling overwhelmed, biting my lip hard.

   We pull up to the place she works, and she starts calling people. I sit down and wait, not having any family to call or ask if they could take care of me. I take a long deep breath, then kick the wall. Some lady walks out and gives me a stern look, and I just give her a bored look. Try me, I dare you.

   She walks away, and I kick the wall again, more forcefully this time. She walks back, her eyebrows furrowed. "Please stop," she said, annoyed. I smirk at her and stand up from the chair I was sitting in. "Fine," I said, then take a few steps down the hall. "Right after this," then I kicked a hole through the wall.

   I hear her gasp and drop the clipboard she was holding. That felt good. I walk to the small office that Ms. shay was in, and wait outside the door for her to call me in. I cross my arms and lean against the wall. A few minutes later she calls me in.

   "We found a home not too far from where you normally live, so you'll still be able to go to the same school and everything!" she says, with way to much enthusiasm. I roll my eyes. "How wonderful," I say sarcastically.

   She seems to brush it off and walks out of the room, and I follow her. We walk past the lady freaking out about the hole in the wall, calling for help. She glares at me as I walk by, and I shove my hands in my pockets, flashing her an overly sweet smile, and saying something along the lines of, "wonderful weather we are having today, yeah?" Which earned me a tomato red face from her in return. 

   We get in the car and she drives me to the house. We walk up to it, and a man answers the door. He barely even glances at me, then moves to the side to let me in. I walk in and Ms.Shay and him talk for awhile. I look around.

   When you first walk in there is a living room, there are stairs to the right side. If you just walk straight there is a small kitchen in front of the living room. I go up the stairs, not caring to ask for permission. The main floor is more just a small hallway surrounded by doors. There are four doors. Two rooms, a bathroom, and a closet.

   I walk into the room that is obviously not in use. There is a twin bed, a dresser, and a rug. The room itself is small. The floor is wooden. I open up my small closet, nothing. The dresser has nothing in it either. I look at the desk in the corner. Just a few pencils.

   I hear footsteps, and talking. Ms.Shay and the man walk in. He seems to be in his late thirty's or early fourtys. "and that's the whole house," the guy says sounding tired.

   "Alright, well here's some of your stuff I got someone to pack you Ryder, and if you need anything, just call," she says, handing me my backpack. She walks out, leaving just me and the man in here.

   He looks me up and down, then walks out of the room, and slams the door. I blink, and raise my eyebrows. Okay then. I sit on my bed, feeling numb.