New Struggles

Chapter 25: Going, Going, Gone.

New struggles: Going, going...gone.

Two days later-

Julie's P.O.V

Vada and I sat at the kitchen table trying to make cupcakes but they were failing as we speak.

"I don't think these are working very well." Vada giggled as she continued to ice the cupcakes in several colors. I smiled as I poured more cake batter into the cupcake tin, when a small knocked sounded from the front door.

'It's probably Niall." I thought sitting the bowl filled with sweet batter down, wiping my hands on a towel. I quickly walked to the door and unlocking it before pulling the heavy wooden door open. I gaped at the two figures that I never wanted to see again. My mother and Vada's social worker.

"Hello, Ms. Adams. It's nice to see you again." Miranda, Vada's social worker held out her hand for me to shake. I hesitantly shook her hand before dropping her hand quickly.

"Can I help you?" I asked curtly, not daring to glance in my mom's direction.

"Yes, actually your mother has made a complete recovery. CPS has reviewed the rehab files from your mother's recent visit. And they've decided to reopen the case and let Ms. Johnson have custody of Ms. Vada again, but of course with your consent." Miranda explained with a smile.

"Excuse me what?" I asked a bit taken back, hoping I just misheard her.

"We're here to take Vada, if you agree to the conditions on the contracts." Miranda gave me another smile, which was odiously fake, just like her boobs.

"Sissy, who's there?" Vada asked behind me. I turned a bit, letting the door open bit. I looked Vada, tears rushing to my eyes pleading to spill over.

"Um...our-"

"Oh my god, Vada! You've grown so much!" My mistake of a mother, gushed as she pushed past me to Vada. She scooped Vada up in a huge bear hug, saying how much she missed her.

"Sissy, who's this?" Vada asked with terror in her blue eyes, trying to figure out what to do, pushing our mother away and wiggling to get down.

"Baby, this is our mother." I choked out, staring at the back of my mothers head in disgust.

"Well I might as well come in too." Miranda stepped inside my apartment, taking the door from my grip and closing it behind her. I stared at Vada, wishing this wasn't happening or that Miranda and our mother would poof into thin air.

'Why?' I asked myself as Miranda pushed me to the couch.

"Okay, so this is the paperwork you need to review." Miranda threw a fat file into my lap. Miranda told Vada to show my mom her toys and her room.

"I really don't have a say in where Vada goes, do I?" I asked bluntly, knowing the outcome of trying to fight Vada for my now sober mother.

"I'm afraid not, sweetie. The chances of you winning again, against your clean mother are very slim. The court would just say you're a child, ruling your mother custody within the first five minutes." Miranda gave me a sad grin, patting my knee reassuringly. Not that it helped.

"Just tell me what the papers say and I'll sign whatever I need to, even though I don't want to." I casted my gaze to the coffee table as Miranda explained the stack of papers.

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"Okay....let me start some tea first." I pushed myself off my couch just to get away from Miranda to think.

'Am I seriously letting her take my baby sister?' The question flooded my mind, as I filled and switched on the kettle.

"Jules..." A small voice brought me out of little trance. I spun on my heel to find my mother staring at me with sad eyes.