Chapter two-As if life wasnt bad enough

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I was finally happy. I lived with Nancy and Wess for three years after Wess found me and took me in. I considered these people like the parents I never had. One day i was working out in the field training my horse when I heard an explosion. I looked over in the direction of the explosion. The ran towards the burdning farm house I called home but Nancy and Wess were gone...I had lost the two people who actually cared. I found a shoe box of pictures of me and Nancy and Wess, all the pictures were in good condition. I put them in my bag. Cops, fireman, and ambulance workers piled in. After they investigated the fire they found out a pilot light on the stove had gone off when Nancy turned it on to make tea. I thanked them and walked away tears in my eyes, for the first time in my life my heart was breaking.

I got on a train and continued with the same routine I started with. Bullcraping people out of food and lodging. It had been three years since Nancy and Wess died. I met up with a lady in her early thirties who look me in and took care of me, she was sweet and understanding. I loved her just as much as i did Nancy and Wess. But a couple years after I lived there she found she had been diagnosed with cancer, I knew I was going to lose her too. She fought for so long for me until I couldnt bear to see her suffer i lied next to her and kissed her  cheek then looke her in the eyes. "Stop fighting...I cant  stand seeing you hurt anymore. Please...for me." I whispered saying my final goodbyes. "I love you Pheonix...I dont regret taking you in." She touched my cheek and her hand dropped as she finally let go.

I met another family who took me in. I liked them but it wasnt Nancy Wess or Liz...It was a black family with three sons and a daughter. I stayed with them that same year until I knew it was time for me to move on. I spent that same year coming and going with a bunch of diffarent families to scared to get attached to anybody anymore. If everybody I ever loved was going to die then why should I ever try to love anybody again? I was after all unlovable.

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