FisherWood : A Series Of One-Shots

The Adopted

Very shitty title but whatever. I don't know if I'll make this into a full blown fanfic, it's up to you. I do want to though. I miss writing. So much. So here I am, testing the waters again. Let me know what you think, yeah? Enjoy!

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It was over. Finally over. Months of going into court, witnessing her loved ones, relatives, friends, biological parents and adopted parents  fighting over her custody was exhausting. Why couldn't she just choose who she wants to go and live with for the rest of her life? For the next few years at least. She will be eighteen in three years, until then she's stuck with whoever wins the court battle.

She has long zoned out everyone talking. She was bored. She just wants to get out of the court hall and go home, sleep. Everything is complicated now.

"I'm so sorry, honey." Her mom sobbed, embracing her daughter and only child in a tight hug. "I love you so much, don't ever forget that."

The words hit her like a ton of bricks. This was it. Her mom was saying goodbye and although she had prepared herself for this, she still was not able to fight her tears.

Her dad joined in the hug, placing a few kisses on her daughter's head. "I love you princess."

The hug was soon over, her mother's cries of protests were silenced by her father. "I love you mom." She whispered, watching the people disperse one by one. Including the parent that she grew up with. Her mom was falling apart right by her very eyes, she hated that sight. She never really saw her mom cry, she didn't know how much it'll hurt her to see it.

"Come here." She heard the gentle voice of her biological mom, beckoning her over with arms wide open. So she followed, swallowing another lump on her throat feeling the need to cry.

Sure she had been spending two days a week with them for the past month, trying to get the feel and energy around their home and of course getting to know them personally, still she doesn't feel comfortable enough with them.

She already misses her mom and dad.

"You ready to go?"

She showed a small smile along with a nod, then they were on their way out.

"Your room is ready, I shopped a few clothes for you. We can shop more if you want or we can go pick up your stuff from your old house any day."

She just nodded. Not in the mood to talk yet. "Thanks." She mumbled, climbing up the pick up truck as her new dad opened the door for her.

It was awkward. Very awkward. The whole drive home, she was pretending to sleep just to avoid any conversation with the two.

She knows they are trying, really trying for her sake. She appreciates all their efforts. They were really nice, after all she is their child but something doesn't just feel right. She doesn't feel at home. Not during their dinner. Not during her bedtime. No matter how she tossed and turned, sleep wouldn't find her.

"Can I come in?"

She smiled and nodded. "Of course." She sat up from the bed. "What's up?"

"Just checking if you're all settled in." The mother sat on the edge of the bed, looking lovingly at her daughter. Fifteen years of longingness and she's finally in front of her. "Do you need anything before you sleep?"

"No I'm good, thanks though."

"Okay then, but if you need anything, regardless of the time, our room is just two doors down the hall."

"Alright."

"Okay then, good night sweets. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night."

The mother smiled and stood up, taking one last look at her daughter before retreating back to the door.

"Um, Carrie?"

"Yeah?" The 32-year-old mother turned back around.

"I uh, just, thanks." The teenager mentally knocked herself over the head. Could that have been more awkward?

"You don't have to thank me or anything."
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That's a shitty prologue as well butttt it's 1 am and I'm excited to post something. Also, TITLE SUGGESTIONS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED that's if you want me to continue this. That's all. Thank you!