(Jude POV)
I watched as my sister was taken away in the cop car. Why did she have to do that? Take a bat to my foster parent’s car. She never could control her anger. All she was trying to do was protect me. She always tries to protect me but it just ends up getting her into more trouble. I don’t think she realizes the best thing for me is if she stays around and protects me by not leaving every time something gets tough. Tears are running down my cheeks as I watch the car drive away. Now I’m just stuck with this monster of a person who's never loved anyone in his whole existence. What’s going to happen to her? She’s going to juvie for awhile. We weren’t supposed to be separated, Ever. Now the tears are getting really heavy as I sink down to my knees. I feel a rough hand on the shoulder and I feel the need to flinch away.
“Let’s go.” Says a rough voice from behind me.
“This is all your fault” I say as I turn to face my foster dad. Anger flashes in his eyes. I feel a sharp pain as my face whips to the side.
“Don’t blame me for what that bitch did” He growls at me. I hate this life. MY life.
Why did this happen to us? Why doesn’t anyone want us?
. All I did was change into my foster dad’s ex-wife’s dress. He found me and started beating me. When Callie saw him she tried to stop him but she was just punched in the stomach and so getting back at him she decided to take a bat to his car. I was just curious about how I looked. Why is that so wrong? So many unanswered questions swarm around in my head. I just don’t feel like a normal kid. The only person besides Callie who’s ever showed me very much emotion was my mom. Who I always miss at times like this. Why did she have to die? Whenever I need anyone I just try to remember that she’s supposed to be watching over me. It definitely doesn’t help after this type of thing happens to me. “You’re supposed to be protecting me mom,” I whisper to her once I’m alone in my dirty hole of a room as tears stream freely down my face.
(Connor POV)
As I’m sitting down for dinner I see a cop car drive past my house with a young girl in the back seat. She’s crying and looks like she’s just been through a huge ordeal.
“So Connor. How was school today?” He asks me as he sits down at the table.
“It was fine.” I answer him, looking down at my plate of food. Wishing I had friends that I was closer with. They’re all so fake. I want someone real, who won’t judge me for anything.
“How’s that fine boy that you’re friends with… What’s his name? Oh that’s right. Fred?” He asks.
“He’s good” I say gritting my teeth. I’ve never liked Fred. He’s just a big bully who doesn’t know how to relate to people besides to beat them up. My mind flashes again to the girl in the car. Is it weird that I feel a connection to her? I’ve never met her but I feel as if a part of her life will be important to me.
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HEEEYYY people
So this is my new fanfiction. It's JONNOR from the show The Fosters. This is a different type of fanfiction for me so bare with me PLEASE. If you like it then Comment, vote, and maybe even follow me. SOrry it's pretty short. I hope to lenthgthen them.
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Amelia M. :)
