Jonte's P.O.V
By the time Karlie and Taylor actually leave the foster house everyone is talking. Before I know it a whole crowd of the older kids at the foster home surround me and congratulate me on snagging one of the world's most famous couples to ever grace the planet. I simply shake my head and stand up, taking my books with me I walk past Gloria who beckons me into her office. I look twice at her but on her insistent gesturing I nod and follow her into the office expecting her to tell me off for a. wearing jeans and a t-shirt to an open day or when people are coming to see kids and possibly adopt them and b. for taking up all of Karlie's time while she was here with Taylor. But at least I have answers to both of those things.
As Gloria shuts the door behind me and moves to go to her desk I start to open my mouth and speak which is possibly the worst thing that I can do when I'm nearly sixteen and trying to keep my nose clean. "I can explain about today Gloria, I didn't mean to be disrespectful and wear a t-shirt but I'm not interested in being fostered. Not now and not ever, I'm happy just living here and going to the school nearby even if it's not my old school." Gloria doesn't say anything and as if she imagines I have more to say she simply gestures for me to continue. "I'm also sorry for taking up Mrs Swift-Kloss's time today. I tried to persuade her to look at some of the other children but she insisted on sitting next to me and she helped me with some of my algebra homework which I appreciated." Gloria nods and she crosses her arms and watches me.
"Well you must have done something right today then Jonte," I look at her slightly confused.
"What do you mean?" She smiles at me.
"You made quite the impression on Karlie and on Taylor today, I just got off the phone from Taylor and Karlie and they were asking what the procedure was to have you come and stay with them for a few days but I told them that at your age I needed to ensure that it was something that you wanted before I gave them an answer." I slowly nod at her and she takes it as an acceptance and starts to talk again. "Good well I'll set that up for as soon as possible then." But she's forced to stop when I shake my head. "No Gloria, that wasn't what the nod was for. I appreciate that you asked them if they minded if you checked with me first but I don't think that I'm a good fit to be fostered or even adopted. I'd rather not spend a few days with them. I think I need to stay here." Gloria's face drops in shock at what I'm turning down and I guess to anyone else it wouldn't make sense but to me it makes perfect sense. I'm not good enough to be near good people like Taylor and Karlie and the sooner everyone figures it out the better. I watch Gloria nod and so I stand and leave the room quietly escaping upstairs to my room that I shared with Peter until yesterday, once he turned eighteen he was gone and so now I'm all alone, which is nice but it only serves to make me feel more alone.
A few hours later and it's now dinner time, Gloria sent one of the younger boys Marcus up to see me but I told him I wasn't hungry to which he nods and bounds back downstairs and no one comes up so it must be okay that I'm skipping dinner. As I lie back on my bed I start to think about the situation I find myself in, my father Ivan, Dickie and even my brother Frank who can't be found anywhere. It's when I'm alone that my feelings start to turn dark. What would my life look like right now if Ivan hadn't been drunk out of his mind and Dickie hadn't been involved in our lives and Frank hadn't left. As I lie there and the room becomes darker and darker I feel like my thoughts get darker and darker and before long I feel myself slip into sleep, but it's restless and not like sleep should be.
In my dream or I guess it could be referred to as a nightmare I'm fourteen again. I've been punched and pushed around by Ivan and Dickie and Dickie thought it would be a good idea to smash a beer bottle over my shoulder resulting in a shard of broken bottle being stuck in my shoulder and all I do is pull it out in the bathroom. I know that downstairs Ivan and Dickie are still downstairs drinking and having a great time but as I sit on side of the bath cradling the shard of glass I raise it to my wrists and as the blood smeared shard lies against my pale skin I contemplate tugging the jagged shard across my wrist but I stop as I raise my head to look in the mirror. I see a scared boy, a boy who has been subjected to far too much in my life. As I walk out of the bathroom intending to head to my room and find the medication that the doctors provided the last time that Frank took me for stitches. As I sit on my bed I notice the label on the prescription bottle, Jonte Wilson. Take one in the morning with large glass of water and another one at night with a large glass of water. Discontinue use after three months. That prescription was written two years ago but I'm still taking the medication. As I roll the bottle around trying to find the name of the medication a shadow looms over me causing me to wake up and sit bolt right up in bed. I heave and sigh as I take in deep lung filling breaths in an attempt to regulate my breathing pattern.
I hear a knock on the door and look at the clock to see it's only 8.42pm. I tell the person to come in as I sit on the side of the bed, I know it will be apparent to anyone that I've just had a nap and the sweat that I can feel running down my face is a good indication of the nightmare I just had. "Hey there champ, had to come and see you." I look up into the face of Officer Ivan and beckon him inside. He follows the instruction and sits down on Peter's now abandoned bed and looks around. "Good spot huh?" I nod and he tuts before saying, "so you must like it a lot?" I look at him quizzically but shake my head and say no. He nods, "good I was beginning to think that the reason you won't go and stay with Taylor and Karlie is because you like this place. Good to know that's not true." He states laughing which makes me uncomfortable. "I know I'm not good enough, that's why." I state in a whisper and Ivan immediately stops laughing and looks at me, "you're joking right?" I shake my head. "No, I'm serious. I'm a mess, my dad who I fucking hated is dead. His mate was there and tried to hurt me too and the to top it off, my fucking brother who promised me we would always be in it together is gone too and no one can find him." Ivan moves to sit next to me, his large hand rests on my shoulder making me flinch so he removes it. "I'm sorry about all that, but they won't be like that. You're worthy of being loved, being truly loved. You're worth it Jonte, they see it, Gloria sees it and even I see it. You're with it. You're good enough." He states as I look him dead in the eye and say,
"Even if I've tried to kill myself before?" Ivan's shocked look doesn't shock me and I know that he probably has a lot to say to me but before he can speak I'm standing and moving towards the door and within seconds I'm out the front door of St Augustine's House with no idea on where I'm headed.
End of Part 4.
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Kaylor Family One-Shots
FanfictionA bunch of different Kaylor Family One-Shots but there will also be plain One-Shots written in here too, not all will have a family aspect. Some are AU and there are several mini-series also included.
