Hope

Chapter 3

I got off my bed and went into the bathroom, putting my earbuds on my dresser.

"Isaac!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, dialing 911 at the same time.

He came running into the bathroom, coming to an abrupt stop when he saw dad laying lifeless by the bathtub, pills in hand.

Was it something I had done?

Did I, in a way cause this to happen?

Moments later, the paramedics were loading dad onto a gurney.

I embraced Isaac in a hug, tears streaming down both of our cheeks.

"How are we going to get there, t-to the h-hospital?" Isaac asked in between tears.

"Dad's car." I told him.

"You don't have your license."

"I know." I said, grabbing dad's keys off of the counter.

We sped all the way to the hospital.

"What room's he in?" I asked the woman at the front desk.

"What room's who in?"

"Mancil Sanchez."

"503."

"Thank you."

We rushed up to dad's room.

"Oh, dad." I cried onto his lifeless body.

"Is he still alive?" I asked a nurse walking by.

"Barely."

"He's not going tp make it, is he?" I asked her.

"I don't know kid."

"Dad, I'm sorry if lately I've been kind of rude to you. I really do love you." I told him.

Just then, there was a flatline and doctors and nurses all came rushing in, giving compressions, trying to bring him back to life. Nothing worked.

Isaac and I started sobbing uncontrollably. A nurse asked us if we had anywhere to go.

I told her "no, all of our family is gone. Dad was the only one we had."

"Alright, why don't you two go sit in the waiting room. I'm going to make some phone calls."

Moments later, she came into the waiting room and told us that a social worker was going to come pick us up in just a moment.

"Great." I said sarcastically.

Just what we need, to be put into the foster system.

"Hi, I'm gracie." A woman greeted us and proceeded with "I'm going to be your social worker", she looked at both Isaac and I.

Isaac and I shared a quick look with each other.

This is nice.

She led us out to her vehicle. Very nice. A black 2018 Camaro.

"What are you? Rich?"

"Not exactly." She smiled at me.

I sat in the front seat while Isaac sat in the back.

She took us back to our house so we could collect our things.

"I'll wait here." She said when we stepped into the living room.

Isaac and I hurried up to our rooms to grab our stuff.

Moments later we arrived back into the living room

"Ready?" She asked.

"Yeah." We said in unison.

"Alright." She smiled again.

Why does she have to be so friendly, after all Isaac and I have been through.

"I made a call and was able to get you both into the same foster home. The parents are very nice. They have three other foster kids and one of their own. I think you two will like this family very much." She said as we got into the car.

I looked at Isaac.

I know what he's thinking. What we're both thinking. Dad gave us a crappy life, or at least three years. Maybe this won't be so bad. However, it sucks thinking that. We're supposed to love dad. To miss him greatly, but after all the events that have happened lately, we deserve to be happy. This is like a fresh start.

We arrived at the house. Very big. A lot of white. "I'll walk you two in." She told us.

We followed her in, staying close by her.

"Hi." I said as our foster mom opened the door.

"Hi, welcome." She said in a friendly manner.

We walked into the house and she showed Isaac and I to our room.

We're going to be sharing, but it's a pretty big room. Bigger than we have ever had. The walls are completely covered in blue, with two twin beds. Looks like she's been prepping it for us.

"Thank you." We told her.

"No problem. You two can get settled in. Dinner's in an hour."

"I don't have to cook?" I asked her.

"Well of course not. You're the child."

I smiled at her.

Gracie came up and told us bye and that she would keep in touch.

"Bye. Thank you for everything." I told her.

She hugged us both and left.

Thank you for reading!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

Should Christina all of a sudden turn on her foster parents? What about Isaac?

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