Stolen Heart

Chapter 42

Sarah POV-

As soon as I finished my hot cocoa, I got up to get dressed. I thought that if I picked up my brothers, everything would be ok. They will forgive me, right?

I quickly slid on some skinny jeans and a comfy sweater, then put my hair up in a pony tail. When I was finished I trotted down the stairs, grabbed my clutch bag and keys, then walked to my car.

As soon as I sat in the drivers seat I panicked. What if I didn't remember how to drive? What if I don't know how to get to the foster home?

I took a deep breath, then started the engine. I can do this.

I shakily put my seatbelt on, then took out my phone for directions.

"Directions to, John Adams Foster Home." I said to my phone. The directions soon popped up, then I backed out of the driveway.

I took a few turns, then it was just straight going from there. When I reached a stop sign, I turned up the radio and realized that R5 was being interviewed.

"So you're all on tour, and I heard a little rule that no girls are allowed on the bus?" The interviewer asked. "Oh gosh, that rule is long gone." Ross answered. I smiled. "So are there any girls then?" The interviewer asked. There was a mild silence. "Y-yes." Ross said. "Who?" The man asked. "Sarah." He replied. "And where is she? Is she on tour with you guys?" He asked. "No, no. She's at home. But I miss her and love her so much, I can't stop thinking about her." Ross explained. My smile grew wider as he continued to speak. "Every second, every minute of the day I don't ever stop thinking of her. And I wish she was here." He continued. "Ah, yes. That's very touching Ross. Now why don't we hear a song, eh?" The man asked, but I turned the radio off anyways not listening to their song.

I soon made it to the foster home, and barged through the door and into the main office. "Hello?" I asked. A woman at the desk looked up. She had glasses, she seemed middle aged, and had gray hair. "Yes, miss?" She asked. I stepped closer to read her nametag, 'Anne Marie'. "Yes, I'd like to visit Derek and... Joey Matthews?" I requested, trying to remember their names. "Room 122." She replied, handing me a card. I nodded and smiled, then made my way to the elevator.

I found myself, soon enough, at room 122. I checked the card again making sure I wasn't wrong, then knocked slightly. I heard footsteps, then a little boy answered the door, who looked just like my brother.

"Sarah?" Joey asked, his voice becoming more mature. "Y-yeah that's me!" I said, holding back my tears. "Derek look! It's Sarah!" He yelled to his older brother. "Yeah, right. I'm sure Sarah, my sister who didn't care about us is-" he started, but then his eyes came across me. "Oh, you weren't trying to fool me." He said in a disappointed tone. "What, you aren't excited to see your sister?" I asked sadly. He shook his head, "I never wanted to see you again, and now you show up?" He snapped. "Listen I told you I would come back, didn't I?" I defended. "Yes you did. But that wasn't a promise I though you would keep." He remarked, then walked back into his room, I followed.

"What you think I can't keep promises?" I kept asking questions. "No, not anymore." He said, sitting on his bed and opening a book. I tore the book from his hands and threw it across the room. "When I talk to you, you look at me." I snapped. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "You don't want to come home? Fine. Let me live alone. But if you don't, just prepare for a hard life ahead of you, buddy. And I'm not going to be there when you need help, because I will treat you like you are treating me. Got it?" I hissed.

He was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth but words didn't escape. "Joey, you coming?" I asked. He nodded his head vigorously. "Good, pack your things. Let's go." I said, then walked back to the office to get my brother out of there.