I Hate You (A Tyrus Story)

Chapter One

A loud crash filled the air and I shot up sweating. The train shook a little bit from the speed then slowed down.

"Shadyside station," A man on the loudspeaker said and I got up pushing past the group of people on the train.

"So are you excited to finally be fostered" The social worker that was with me asked. I shrugged my shoulders as he called a cab. I only talked if I really had to or if I wanted and he understood that. Greg was the only person that was my friend he wouldn't say all the bullshit the other social workers had to say he would be real.

"Sorry again, my car is shit right now"

"It's fine" I responded lightly. It wasn't long before we reached the foster home. This is my fifth one this month and I didn't feel anything towards that. After ringing the doorbell Ryan and Eric opened the door.

"You must be Cyrus we're so happy to see you" I waved at them with no facial expression as they invited us in.

"So we need to go over Cyrus's record and everything if you don't mind" That's social worker talk for telling them all of my problems I have.

"The windows aren't bared" I whispered to Greg who let out a chuckle.

"I'll show you to your room," Ryan said gesturing me to follow him upstairs. This was the first gay couple that has fostered me which was an adjustment for me. Once he opened the room door all that was there was a nightstand a queen-sized bed and a medium-sized flat screen on the wall. I looked around once again making sure this wasn't a dream because I had never had my own room.

"I thought you were showing me my room"

"This is, we were hoping tomorrow we could get some stuff to decorate your room tomorrow" I smiled a little nodding my head.

GREG'S POV

"So, Cyrus's parents are deceased and he suffers from depression and insomnia and also don't try to pressure him to talk, he only talks if it's a certain question of if he wants to"

"You didn't even look at the paper"

"I know but I've been with Cy since he came in the system" Ryan came downstairs and sat next to Greg holding his hand.

"This brings me to the next subject... Cyrus has been In four foster home this month this is his fifth if you hurt him any more than he already is I'll hurt you" They both gave me sweet smiles and chuckled.

"He's our first foster child we would never do such a thing" I gave them both a small smile and I could see that this was gonna be a good home for Cyrus. After going through everything Cyrus and I were saying our goodbyes.

"Oh, I almost forgot" I handed him a small paper bag and he peeked inside.

"A chocolate chip muffin" He smiled a bit at his favorite food. He embraced me in a tight hug as I gave him one back.

"I'm gonna miss you"

"I will to Cy"

"Promise you'll visit"

"I'll try, I promise"

"This is a good home you know, I feel like I'm gonna be here for a while"

"Me to Cy, me too"

"Promise me you'll take your meds"

"I promise Greg" Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one Cyrus smiles at.

~(The Next Day)~

CYRUS POV

We were in the store looking around at paints and stuff to decorate my room.

"So what color would you want your room to be?"

"I attempted to pick up one of the black paint cans but it was too heavy and I had no energy.

"Here I'll get it" Eric offered.

"Are you sure you want it black?" I nodded my head at the question. They wouldn't understand why.

"So your gonna start school next week at Jefferson middle school. Excited?" I shrugged my shoulders not giving a response. The truth was I wasn't excited at all I've been to a lot of different schools and everything was always the same. Kids talking about me and trying to figure out my past, blah blah blah.

"Can I get a Mötley Crüe Poster?"

"You can get whatever you like" We continued to walk and I accidentally bumped into a short-haired girl holding a couple of boxes of popsicle sticks and string.

"Shit sorry," I crouched down and started to pick them up.

"It's ok, I'm always a clutz" The short black haired girl looked up with a smile.

"Oh, hi Eric, hi Ryan" She looked back at me and a smile grin on her face.

"Is this the foster kid?!" She squealed a little. I let out an annoyed sigh and picked up the rest of the sticks and strings.

"Yeah, Cyrus this is Andi Mack" Ryan said introducing us.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you" She put her hand out looking for a handshake but I put my hand in my pocket.