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Chapter #19: foster home?

*A/N hey guys! it's been awhile but i updated today! ahah i'm at school right now and i had nothing to do in class and we had the laptops so i started listening to music and typing out this chatper i hope you all like it, i have big plans for our buddy Dane ( evil smirk) don't worry it's nothing he can't handle.

It’s been awhile since I moved in with Mark and the two brothers, it was nice, school was the same, people either bullied me or didn’t even notice me. Not like it bothered me, I was already use to it. Though Kain tried to stop the bullies whenever he could but when he wasn’t there they knew they could get me. My mother had talked to some of the teachers (most all mine) about what had happen between me and her and all of them started to be even ruder and mean to me. It was either they didn’t notice me at all or they picked on me all the time and asked me the hardest questions or would just yell at me for doing nothing. It wasn’t fair at all but I knew life was never fair. Now Dawn was still mean to me but it wasn’t as bad as some of the other kids, sometimes when no one was looking she would give me a small smile of sympathy. Once she even left a letter in my locker, it was small but nice.

It had been a few months since I left my home, I was on T for most of them, my voice my a bit deeper and I was very lanky now, and my chest was smaller too, but since my chest was small from the start the doctor I went to said I probably won’t need top surgery, so that was awesome news to hear. I once thought I could never be the person I want to be but now… I sure I would be that person, it was just a matter of time.

Everything was looking up for me, I felt more happy then I did in years, but of course there was one person who was always going to run that for me.

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*knock knock!*

“Open up it’s the police!”

 

Looking around at the guys, we all had a questioning look. What the hell was the po-po doing here?

“ I said open up! You’ve got 5 minutes to open this door!”

Mark now standing up from lazy-boy couch, he slowly makes his way to the door, opening it up slowly, his eyes grow huge with shock.

“what are you doing here?!” Mark nearly yells. Who was he saying that to, surely not the po-po…. Then it hit me with the sound of my mother’s voice crying and begging for her child behind the police man… oh no.

“give me back my child! I know you’re hiding my child here!” her voice echoes in the house, police men came rushing in only to find me on the couch with kain beside me looking shocked and full of fear. Taking it the wrong way they hurry over and grab me thinking they were saving me, only for me to start screaming and thrashing about as Mark, Cris and Kain  start yelling at them to put me down and that my mother was evil and they were the ones helping me. But they didn’t listen, they wouldn’t. As tears fell I could believe this was happening, my bitch of a mother was taking me back and for what? Just to torture me some more? To yell and blame me for everything under the sun? ha! What a joy… she was always there to ruin what was good.

Once we were back at hells gate ( my hell hole of a home) and the police finally felt after a few hours of talking with my mother and father and trying to talk to me, I was finally alone with my family, though my sister was in her room as she didn’t want to look at me. I was only happy to see my father, he would understand me for sure.

“well, well… welcome home Jamie” my mother says with a sick smirk on her face

“It’s Dane and it doesn’t feel very welcoming…” rolling my eyes, I couldn’t believe after all that I went through I was back here “Dad please you gott”

Interrupting me with a wave of his hand he stands up and slaps me leaving a red hand print, sitting there shocked, I couldn’t believe my dad had just hit me.

“Don’t Jamie… you have disappointed this family and what you have done to this family is tearing it apart. Your life choose is not of what we approve of and I find it very revolting and it embarrasses me, I can’t even call you my child…” turning away from me he faces the window and rests his hand on this hip as his other hand pinches the bridge of his noise. How could he say this to me? I thought he loved me…

“I’m sorry but you will be going to a foster home I have picked out for you… it’s near Toronto, very big house and some kids your age and few that are younger and the family is rather good.” My mother says to me, hearing all this I gulp in air as my mouth was hanging open as I knew if my mother picked the foster home it was going to be horrible and just the fact they were putting me in a foster home, they couldn’t just leave me with mark?! Haha nope! She just had to ruin my life and had to throw me that far away like ouch.

“you will go and pack your things tonight and flying out tomorrow morning. Your foster family will be picking you up when you reach the airport there.” My father said still facing the window. Slowly picking myself up, I walk zombie like to my room where I slowly pack my things and think of what just happen. That night I didn’t even sleep I just sat on the edge of my bed staring at nothing replaying the day in my head.

What was going to happen to me?

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