Foster boy

A Broken Boy

I leave the house in a rush, the bruises making it hard to breathe and walk, but I push through it because it's normal for me. I look to the sky and see the sun shining through. I go to the backyard where I told my foster sister to hide. My foster names are November because her drunk worthless parents couldn't think of a name so they choose the month she was born in. November is a beautiful girl, who at age nine is still cheerful even with all the terrible things that have happened to her. She has long wavy brown hair that right now is frizzed, her face also looks scared and her eyes have tears pouring out of them. I run to her and she jumps on me, I cry out and she starts crying more. I take the money I stole from my foster parents and I we start walking.

She looks at me like she wants to talk, but she knows I would want to talk. I have never liked talking and find it unnecessarily. I talk when I need to, but other than that I don't talk. I look down at November and see her big glossy hazel eyes looking back at me, a smile, but it feels more like a grimace. I look up and that action causes my head to get dizzy and my vision to blur. Looking around I notice we made it to downtown and I see people staring at me. I look down to November and I feel my hand lose the grip on hers and I feel my body crumble and as my head hits to cement my vision starts to black up and the last thing I see is November looking  down at me with a new set of tears streaking down her face as she starts screaming out.

As I hear voices my reaction is to sit up, but my body won't do that nor will my eyes open. I start a panic and hear the beeping speed up. The voices suddenly get closer and they keep telling me to calm down, but I didn't recognize any of them. Suddenly I heard Novembers screaming and her footsteps. Then I felt he lay beside me.

"It's Okay Ace, go to sleep. You're in the hospital and our social worker is coming. Your okay, I love you, but you need to heal so sleep," I heard her say, and I could just imagine the pout she was displaying, but as she commanded me I started to drift of becoming unaware of what was going on one again.

I opened my eyes fast and shot up disoriented. I looked and saw my arm in a cast and an IV in my arm I ripped out the IV and started to get up, but soon noticed how heavy my leg was and looked down. I saw the cast on it and groaned looking around. Finally, as my brain cleared I could hear the fast beeping coming from a machine, and soon doctors and nurses rushed in. 

"Ash calm down, and let me put the IV back in," A young doctor said walking up to me. I growled at him and looked around to see a pair of crutches leaning against the wall by my bed so I started to hobble over. Once I get them and had positioned right I looked around to shocked faces.

"Go get the girl," The young doctor finally said to the other doctors and nurses. Slowly the room cleared and he looked at me.

"Ace, you need to sit down you have a fractured rib and a sprained leg, and you have a sprained arm, on top of that you have multiple stitches. So, you need to sit before you further injure yourself." The young doctor said. I looked at him analyzing him. He had bleach blond hair and was a few inches taller then I looked to be around 26-28. His body was fit but lean and his face was angelic, with a sharp jawline, and beautiful lips. I'm interrupted when November comes in, I look at her and see that she is pissed off. I sigh and sit down on the bed.

"Are you happy?" I ask as I get comfortable and a nurse comes over.

"Yes, very," she states, with her arms crossed. I roll my eyes and look at the needle being reinjected into me. I look up and see that the only the nurse, doctor and November are here.

"Hey, umm... my brother, her wife and I want to foster you and your sister if that's okay with you guys," the young doctor says. I'm about to respond with how we don't need his charity, but I look down to November and she's looking at me with her big pleading eyes, and I sigh, knowing what the answer is.

"Fine, we'll talk to the social worker," I groan in annoyance. I see the guy smirk and I growl under my breath, but November glares at me so I raise my hands in surrender and grin down at her and she smiles back. Right then the social worker comes in and I roll my eyes.

"So this young man and his brother and his brother's wife would love to foster you both is that okay? And Ash we have to move you to a different foster home anyway because the foster parents you had were just arrested for abuse. They also have said they would take you and November and I don't know if I could get another house to take in both of you." Amy the social worker said before I could say anything.

"I'll do it, okay. When do I get released," I grunted annoyed

"Since your staying at my house and your my last patient, you'll come home with me, when I'm through giving you a checkup."The young doctor said. I was annoyed that I didn't know his name, so I finally asked.

"Okay, that's all great, but what are your guy's names?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Sebastian and I is Jasper and his wife is Piper." He said smiling

Once we finished the check-up and I was released. I started hobbling down the hallways with my crutches. November was looking at my concerned and every time I would hiss she would ask me if I was okay. The truth was that I wasn't okay. Physically or Mentally, but I wouldn't let anyone know that. So I smiled through gritted teeth, every time. But I soon got dizzy again, Sebastian said I also had a mild concussion and that I would feel this way. I finally had to stop and lean against the wall, and putting the crutches beside me, closing my eyes

"You should have let me get the wheelchair," Sebastian said. I grunt my eyes still close, I feel drained and my ribs hurt, and my arm is burning, not to mention I can't think straight. I give out a girly yelp when my body is being lifted. I open my eyes and see that Sebastian is holding me, I roll my eyes, but I'm too out of it to complain so I just lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I hear people around me murmured, but again I'm too tired to care as I feel myself drifting off to sleep.