Stolen Heart

Chapter 29

Sarah POV-

We walked downstairs to the basement and then immediately turned to her when I stopped. "What?" She asked. "Derek and Joey are going into foster care." I said quickly, hoping not to repeat myself. "What?!" She yelled. "I know! I'm only eighteen so I can only have one person living with me. State rules." I explained. Her face grew stern. "Then send me! I have a better chance of making it than they do!" She said, raising her voice. "You can't go! You have riker!" I shouted. "It doesn't matter! I'd rather take care of my brother's, unlike you!" She yelled back.

I stepped back. I did take care of my brothers. Why do people keep saying that I don't take care of them?

"Of course I take care of Derek and Joey!" I hissed. "You know what, fine, leave. Go have fun in foster care. But don't come crying back to me when I come of age to take care of you all!" I snapped. "You know what," she started saying, "I'm taking Derek and Joey with me to foster care. I'll take better care of them than you ever did. And guess what? We'll find a better family than you anyways." She said, then brushed past me and up the stairs.

I felt tears forming in my eyes, but rubbed them away. After a couple minutes, I went back upstairs to find Riker sobbing into his arms on the couch.

"Rik, what's wrong?" I asked sadly. "A-Ashley broke up w-with me." He managed to choke out. I frowned, but I felt a burst of happiness run through me.

"W-what?" I stuttered. He just nodded his head. He placed his head on my lap, and I brushed his hair through my fingers. "It's going to be ok, I promise." I whispered to him. Soon his sobbing stopped, and I smiled. "Where's Ashley now exactly?" I asked. "Went to your house." He said. I nodded my head. She probably went home to pack with Derek and Joey. I sighed at the thought.

Riker got up from my lap, and went into the kitchen. I looked at him with a confused look as he opened a cabinet filled with liquor bottles. But just then, I realized what happened before.

I jumped up from the couch and walked over to him, he was now chugging the alcoholic liquid. "Stop!" I yelled as I lowered the bottle from his mouth. "This," I said pointing to the bottle. "Is not an option."

As soon as I finished those words he grabbed my waist and kissed my lips. I pushed him off me quickly. "That's not an option either, Riker!" I yelled. "I'm sorry!" He cried. "Listen, I love you Sarah. I love, love, love you. Every day, every waking moment of my life, I think about you. And drinking is my only solution so I could get out of this world." He said with sadness in his eyes.

"Why do you want to get out of this world so badly?" I questioned in a soft voice. "Because," he said. "When I'm not here, I don't realize that your not mine." He finished, then walked up the stairs with the bottle in his hand.