Bones; Her story. (On hold)

Chapter nine

Brennan spent the rest of the lonesome day, after Booth had left, to take up the opportunity to research foster homes that needed some kids fostered from. She found a few but a certain one stuck out most in the anthropologists mind.

She had found one if the foster homes that she had remembered from her child hood. The one she was forced to go to even though she was 15, she could obviously take care of herself and had proved it multiple times before but the state of Washington wouldn't allow her to be on her own.

She clicked on the site and it brought up a full description of the place. Unless it had changed their description was all bull. The aweful description made her sick, she couldn't stand to look at it any longer, too many bad memory's. She closed the laptop and picked up her phone to call her bestfriend. Her rock. Her home.

A few rings into the call a handsome voice sounded through the anthropologists phone. "Booth"

She smiled and began to play with her hair. She quickly stopped when she noticed she hadn't responded yet.

"Hey bones you there?" that woke her day dreams up.

"Yea sorry Booth I was just thinking. I was looking through a couple of foster care homes and I found one of my old foster homes. Their description of the place isn't right, Booth, I've experienced that place and it isn't what there site says it to be." tears filling her eyes she quickly began pacing in front of the kitchen table that held her laptop.

"Woah, Bones do you need me to come over? are you alright?" he could sense her tears through the phone which was what he was only able to do with Brennan.

"I'm okay. Just that's the place I was beat Booth, what if someone there isn't able to handle it anymore I don't want them having the same thought that I had. I think I want to get a child from there. I think it's the best, Booth." she was pacing slower now. But still pacing.

"What's the place called?" he had heard all of the abuse story's. he thought. He also heard all the thoughts she had had while she was being tortured. it descusted him.

"The Washington County Foster Care. TWCFC, For short. It's a preposterous name but they weren't the best which explains the abuse." She didn't want to bring back the memory's but in order to rescue a child from there she had to bring them up.

"Okay, are you sure your okay? You don't want me to come with you the first time?" he really wanted to come with her but he didn't want her to push away from him. Again.

"No I'm fine. Really I am. If your up for it we can have dinner tonight at The Founding Fathers?" she was hoping Hanna wouldn't ruin their dinner with a objective to why Booth couldn't come.

"Yes bones that would be great. I have to go Hanna is calling me. I'll talk to you later, remember call me if you need something." She smiled at his usual saying when he was about to hang up.

"Bye Booth." She had the unbeliveable smile spreading across her pink lips.

"Bye Bones." His mouth was filled with a smile as the simple word 'bones' slid out of his mouth.

Brennan called the foster home and set up a appointment to come talk to the director of the TWCFC. The rude lady on the phone bluntly spat out 'be here by 5:30 or she won't be able to see you' and hung up without Brennan being able to answer back. Just like she remembered.

She pulled her silver car into the single car filled parking lot. The run down building could be seen from the main highway, which wasn't fun for the highway goers to see. She climbed out of her car and let out a sigh of defeat. In someway she felt like she was coming back here to be abused again. Even though she was a grown woman and knew many defense techniques, she flinched when a hand was raised to her even if it was for something as simple as a high five.

She walked into the building letting the familiar sent full her flaired nose.

"Hi I have a meeting with Mrs.Brock, for fostering a child." she was going to continue with saying 'and possible adopting' but she decided to stop there for now.

The lady that Brennan assumed to be the one on the phone, pointed to a collage of chairs sitting behind a low standing wall. "you can wait there she will be with you in a minute alright?" the lady half screamed. Brennan nodded and walked over to the blood red seats. She decided to sit in the one with less stains. It was 5:17 when the fake blonde bounced out of the side room closest to her.

"Ah Doctor Brennan I assume?" she spoke with a fake smile which Brennan despised most.

"Yes. Mrs. Brock?" she politely asked. The women looked similar to the women she remembered from when she was forced here. The woman could possibly be the daughter of the monster. Atleast that's what Brennan called her. The blonde let brennan into the stuffy office and sat down while motioning her to sit also.

"Okay let's get this started. I've heard that you want to foster a child. Correct?" she wrote a few things down like she actually cared why Brennan was here.

"Umh yes. I would like to foster a child-" she was cut off by someone barging into the room. The rude lady at the phone was holding a child by the arm. Brennan rememebered this position. The little girl must have done something the lady didn't like. The little girls pants where torn and soiled, possible the reason the lady was dragging her into the office. Brennan couldn't help be notice the fear that rushed through the child every time the rude lady jerked her arm around.

"This brat pissed the bed again. This is the fourth time this week. There arnt any more sheets the out on her bed and she refuses to clean the mess up." She jerked the little girl toward the desk. Not even caring that the meeting was being held at the moment. The blonde fake finnaly spoke.

"Listen Piper or whatever your name is you have to clean your crap up. You make the mess you clean it up. You understand?" she spat out. The child couldn't be over 3 years old, how was she suppose to clean her bed by herself? this made Brennan's blood boil. She stood to walk to the little girl but was soon stopped by the rude woman jerking the child back toward the door. The child had obviously sensed Brennan's comforting look on her face, because she tried to exscape the grip on her arm to get to her.

The child's tears where falling faster now, she didn't dare make a noise at fear she would earn another strike across her cheek or fist to the arm. Brennan was about to speak for the little girl when the rude lady that didn't have maners jerked the little girl back into the door way.

"Come on you have mess to clean. Go on get." Brennan could hear the little damp foot prints hitting the splintering wood floor. She felt bad for the little girl. She really did. Brennan sat back down aware that the aweful lady was about to exit.

As the lady closed the door the blonde continued.

"Okay, where were we? oh yea. Here are some 7-10 year old and there time they have spent with us." Brennan took the list Mrs. Brock handed her, she looked over the list not being able to choose a certain one from the list. She handed the list back.

"Piper, the little girl that was just in here, how long has she been with you?" Brennan was worried the child had been here her whole life.

Mrs.Brock smiled. Fake again. "She has been with is for umm let me check." She turned to the file chest and pulled out a thin file labeled P. Jane

"She has been with us for 5 months now and has been a real pain in the you know where." Brennan was confused by the saying but continued listening. "I hope you arnt thinking about fostering her. She'll have you dragging her sorry tail back to us." Brenna was discussed by the woman's tone toward the innocent child.

"She is a child. She can't be no more than three years of age, how do you expect her to clean the bed sheets by herself?" brennan was now standing. She headed toward the door. But stopped before exciting.

"I'll be in touch." She meant it. She would be in touch very soon