Ruin

Ruin - 5.0

Writer's block kills. But I finally got around to writing again.

 Enjoy.

- i like lucas hemmings 

 ♔

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"Ellie Rose, there you are!" Mrs. Beverly's all too familiar voice rang through the house as soon as I stepped in through the door. But for the first time in all the years that I'd known her, it was laced with excessive sweetness.

"Come on in, dear!" the lady bubbled again. Did she just call me dear? "I have someone I'd like you to meet."

Oh, of course. The lady from the foster care system was here. Mrs. Beverly would never be kind to me just out of her own will. It's not in her twisted nature.

"Come on now, dear." she appeared from the kitchen with the biggest smile I'd ever seen on her wrinkly face. She gripped my arm tightly and dragged me into the kitchen.

"Don't call me dear." I stated. She ignored me.

"Mrs. Morgan, this is Ellie Rose, the oldest foster child I am caring for." she informed the blonde lady sitting on the stool next to the kitchen island. 

"Hello, Ellie. How are you?" the lady from the foster care system smiled kindly. She held out a hand for me to shake which I accepted with an emotionless smile. 

"I'm good, thanks."

"Mrs. Beverly, forgive me if I am mistaken, but I was told that you're fostering three girls?" 

"Oh! Yes, yes. The twins!" my caretaker exclaimed as though she had forgotten that the 10 year old pair of demons existed. "Now, don't get me wrong. Olivia and Andrea are the loveliest pair, but they give me quite the headache with all their shenanigans. They're still at school. They do their homework afterschool with their teachers because if I try to make them do their homework, they'd never turn in a single assignment."

Olivia and Andrea were like my little minions. I taught them everything they knew. When they broke into Mrs. Beverly's bedroom to look for the mermaid dolls that had been taken away from them, they turned the room inside out trying to retrieve their favorite toy. Our caretaker had never been so furious. It was one of the proudest moments of my life.

"We all come across the troublemakers at least once in their life," Mrs. Morgan laughed heartily. "I'm afraid I've had to deal with a few of those a couple of times."

"Well I've had to deal with little troublemakers my entire life." Mrs. Beverly joked, but I sensed that she was telling the truth, and I smirked at the thought of her being trapped with a house full of mischievous little devils.

"Just out of curiosity, Mrs. Beverly, would you mind telling me about something I found out?" Mrs. Morgan asked politely, and of course, Mrs. Beverly nodded in agreement. "Well, I was looking through Ellie's file while I was in my office, and I noticed that it noted that you took Ellie in as a favor to her parents after their death."

I tensed at the mention of my mother and father. Not a single person had ever dared bring up that particular subject in the longest time. Everyone that knew me at all knew better than to talk about them to me. Even Mrs. Beverly gave me a cautious glance. She knew what had happened, and she knew how I felt about it.