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“Alexei…” She cried as she held the hem of my shirt tightly in her fist.
“What? What’s wrong Rowan?” I asked her holding her tight in my arms.
She shook vigorously in my hold and all I wanted to do was hold her so tight that whatever was bothering her would just disappear.
“Alexei, my mom…” She cried harder, her whole body shaking.
“What happened Rowan? What happened to your mom?” I asked her.
She trembled in my grasp and I held her tighter.
“She’s dead.” She said crumbling in my arms once again.
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Rowan’s P.O.V.
I was officially done. I was done with every aspect of my shitty life. With my dad in jail and my mother dead I was to be put in a shelter. The shelter. I’m not some caged animal! I don’t want to live with anyone new. I don’t even think I can live now that my mother is dead.
Now I was done and I saw no hope. I saw no happy place. This is what I get when I love. That is what my mother told me to avoid and now I was going to.
Alexei took me to the nurse and a couple minutes later the police came to pick me up from school. They took me to my mom’s so I could grab some clothes and basically everything I needed and told me I was more than welcome to come back as soon as I was adopted or when I was released when I turned eighteen with was a year and a half away. After I got everything I wanted they drove to the police station and got me into a room where they could question me. About an hour or so two older guys walked into the room.
“Rowan correct?” The old man asked me as they sat down.
I nodded not feeling like talking.
“Look. I know you must not want to talk and we get that but we need you to cooperate with us while we ask you these simple questions and then we’ll take you to the adoption center alright?” The same guy said to me with sad eyes.
“Okay.” I said with a sniffle.
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After an hour of questions and tears that only came from me I was took to the shelter. The women that drove me wished me well and then she drove off with me standing there. A second later a guy maybe ten years older than I was came out and greeted me.
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