Hero

Part 1

My life changed drastically 5 years ago on the 28/10/2013 it was my 13th birthday it was once again a forgotten affair, my mum was busy jet setting around with her new family and my dead-beat dad was passed out from whatever mix of drugs and alcohol. For whatever reason my mum always said she never wanted kids, until her new family came along, i think it has a lot to do with his money. My dad well he was always a dead beat but at least he gives me a roof over my head that and often a good beating but he apologises most the time. I have some friends at school but they don't know when my birthday is and that's was ok. Anyway my 13th birthday was what should have been the worst day of my life. My dad never did wake from his drugs and my mother died in a car accident. Seriously what are the chances of both my parents dying in 2 separate accidents on my birthday.
That was the first day i met Jameson Daniels. He was and still is a gentle kind man who became my social worker. He arrived at the hospital just after they declares my father dead, he was there at the police station as i found out the news about my mother. I didn't cry that day, in a sense i was relieved that i would receive another beating from my father or i would never be told how much of a mistake i was from my mother. I was scared that was for sure, but Jameson gave me as much comfort as i would allow him to I was fiercely independent i had to be. Jameson is a tall man with tan skin and kind brown eyes, Brown hair that is always cut nice he wasn't fat but rather muscly he told me he liked to work out, he has a wife and 5 kids that keep him busy. But his passion was helping kids in situations like me. I Little did i know the next 2 years of my life would be hell moving from place to place in 2 years i lived in 15 different foster families, 10 of those where ok but decided i didn't fit with their family, 5 of those 10 made up lies that i was violent. The other 5 well let's just say they were in it for the money, 3 completely starved me and used me to look after their children and locked me up in a room or basement 2 including my 2nd last placing beat me and my 2nd last placement let's just say him and his son where messed up and the wife just allowed it to happen. I was stuck with them the longest for 7 months. I catch my reflection in the window, I should have brushed my hair. My hair is blond and straight it falls to my shoulders, I have a butt chin, blue eyes and very pale skin

I was thankful for the one constant in my life Jameson he tried so hard to help me. He got me counselling after their death, after the abuse. Often checked in on me but i never told him when things got bad. After that 2nd last placement i was starting to lose hope and believe he wanted to place me somewhere stable. I yearned for stable, a place i could stop waiting to move. But i also knew i had to change but i needed help, i was to independent for most people, to quiet and observed instead of participating.

So, a week before my 15th birthday i found myself in the car with Jameson again with my garbage bag of belongings which have gotten thinner and thinner with each move. Do you know how demeaning it is to be given a bin bag for your belongings? It's bad enough been in foster care you are often treat you like you are disposable instead if a human with feelings.
"I promise you this time Koa this will be your last placement, your forever home. These people are kind and caring, they will help you kid i promise, no more stuff arounds" Jameson says as i play with my hospital band. Jameson was due for a visit i was meant to tell the clover family but i didn't, i was hoping that they would leave marks from a beating so Jameson could help without me asking. Let's just say i got more than i bargained for when they beat me unconscious and left me naked on the living room floor. I think they tried to keep him from the living room but he later told me he left but called the police since he wasn't allowed to barge around the house and that's how they found me.
"You have said that every time on some occasions multiple times." i say trying to make it sound like a joke but been dead serious at the same time.
"Well i know these people personally so." he trails of leaving me curious the anxiety sucks i hate moving.
"Jameson please tell me you know i hate all this moving shit" i say picking my nails one of my anxious traits. Over the years my anxiety had become worst and worst.
"Well i hope you are ok with this but i was sick of seeing you been thrown through the system so much so after a family discussion you are coming to live with us. My family know a lot yet not a lot about you and they want the best for you." He says it takes me a moment to click on. I just give a small nod. Looking out the window, i have know idea how to feel about this. Jameson knows so much about me yet he doesn't no a lot but he soon will and as my case worker he will have to act, he will know of the night mates my food issues and just how bad my antisocial behaviour can be. It's not often by choice but the moment I'm around people the walls go high and double locked. Then the closer they get or more they push the worst it gets.
"How do you feel about that Koa?" he asks and i just shrug
"I know you don't like it but you need to open up and be honest" he says and i grit my teeth waiting for the anger to subside.
"Honestly that comment made me angry" i say with a hint of sarcasm to prove a point. He holds his hands up in mock surrender making me roll my eyes but smile a little.