Chapter 2
Barbecue!
I woke up, gasping in the middle of the night. I felt tears roll down my cheeks and a quite sob escaped my lips. Just a dream. It's just a dream. I drew in a ragged breath. I hated those dreams, and this is the fifth night in a row that I've had one. That's not good. I don't usually dream at all, but, if on a rare occasion I do, it's a nightmare.
When I was first taken away from my dad, I was sent to a home with four other kids. I stayed there for two weeks while Anne found a home for me to live in. While I was staying there, I was forced to see a therapist. She was nice and comforting, but the sessions themselves were hard. I had only seen her three times when she said I didn't need to go anymore, I wasn't at risk of doing anything crazy but if I wanted to, I could keep visiting. I had declined her offer. I didn't want to talk about what happened. What he did to me. But now, I look back at things she had told, things that would help with the dreams and memories. So of them were as simple as a stress ball. Others were as big as anti depressants.
Although, I did find one thing that helped greatly with the dreams. I grabbed my blade out of it's hiding place and walked silently to the bathroom.
It was my second week here. I really liked the family and was glad to be able to call them that. My family.
"We need desperately need to take you shopping, Max," Eden said.
I looked down at my clothes. They covered my body, a bit worn, though. What could be wrong with them?
"Why?" I asked her.
"Well, for one, you only have seven sets of clothes."
I shrugged, "One for every day of the week."
"Two, because they're all T- shirts and jeans, you need more of a variety!"
"They're comfortable, though."
"And three because this morning, Mom invited the Wilson's over for a barbecue tomorrow night, she told me to tell you. And when she told me about it, I thought, 'Hey! This would be a perfect opportunity to take Trista shopping!"
The Wilson's? Oh yeah, Cody and Trevor's family. I found out the Preston's and Wilson's were good friends. Cheyenne and Mrs. Wilson worked together. Zephry, Eden, Cody, Trevor, Rally, and I have hung out a lot. It was fun. We don't really go to the movies or anywhere, like you would see on TV, we mainly hung out at each others houses.
No one had said anything about my being in foster care. I'm positive the Wilson's know, though. It almost did get brought up at one point. We were at Cody's house and everyone was talking about when they were thirteen. Rally was complaining because she hadn't reached thirteen yet. The topic was being pass around and it when it came to me, I stood, said, "Excuse me, I'm going to go to the bathroom." And left the room. I think for a second everyone had forgotten, because when I left, all of there expressions looked as if they had just seen someone murder a puppy. I knew it was an honest mistake and they hadn't meant to make me feel upset. I hadn't been upset, though. I just hadn't wanted to talk about it. When I came out of the bathroom five minutes later, everyone acted as if nothing had happened.
And the Preston's didn't really ask or say much about it. They understood I didn't want to talk about it. But if it did get brought up, I wouldn't say much or use the bathroom as and excuse to leave the room.
I bit my lip, "Did Cheyenne say it was okay if I went shopping with you?"
"Of course she said it was okay! In fact, she wants to go with us.” Erin smiled.
All the girls were going shopping? I smiled. It wasn't fake. "That's great! What time are we leaving?"
"After breakfast."
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Lose Yourself
Teen Fiction"When I was three, my mom died... And two years later, my dad had a bad day at work, I guess. That was the first day he hit me. Hitting turned into mental abuse. And I guess he got off on that. Because when I was ten... he started touching me."