She's the Mother I Never Had

Where it All Began...

{Third-person P.O.V}

A young, platinum-haired boy was sitting in a chair, sipping fresh, warm tea, listening to the different creatures chit-chat outside his window. He was thinking about the long, painful past he had to endure, he got several chills just trying to remember those times.

When he was little, he was taken out of his home because his parents were pathetic drug addicts and alcoholics who would rather smoke, snort, and drink than take care of their own son. He was put in a foster home with a pair of foster parents who both wore masks in front of everyone; everyone except for the boy, that is. When they were upset, they took their anger out on the poor kid. They verbally abused him more than they did physically, but that didn't mean they didn't when they were incredibly upset, like after losing a job, crashing their cars etc.

One day, they beat him so hard on one side of his face, they popped his left eye. They rushed him to the hospital and made up a lie about him tripping down the stairs, even though it was impossible, because they didn't have any stairs for him to trip on. But somehow, everyone believed them. When the poor boy would try to tell the doctors or the nurses the truth, they would say that he was just tired and needed to rest. But even after that, the abuse didn't stop. In fact, it worsened. Soon enough he had bruises on his legs that had been hit so many times, they had become permanent.

One faithful day, he just couldn't take the abuse any longer. He wrapped himself up in a navy blue blanket and snuck out the back door that night when his foster parents were in their room for a long, long time.

The next morning, he was all alone in a grass field freckled by wildflowers of white, yellow, and blue. It was pretty early too, so there was still a misty fog hovering over the area. He hadn't slept the previous night, he wanted to get as far away from his foster parents as possible, so he could rest in peace.

From behind a wisteria wrapped tree, a young, green haired woman watched the boy in awe. She knew she had to do something, but what? She cupped her chin in her hand and closed her eyes in deep thought. Then it hit her.

"Hey! Are you alright?!" she exclaimed. The boy nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the woman's voice. The next thing he knew, she was in front of him with a worried expression spread across her face. He was a bit wary that she might be someone in disguise who was sent to come find him and bring him back to his abusive foster parents.

He plastered a fake smile on his face and said without a hint of emotion, "I'm fine, thanks," but the woman didn't buy it in the least.

"Are you sure? You look severely hurt," she said, pointing out his eye and and bruises.

He felt like he was going to cry, all the other times he tried to escape and was brought back to his foster parents, the person would ask once, then put him in a car or van and drive him back "home", he was starting to think this was someone who was genuinely concerned and willing to help him.

The woman must've noticed his tears, because she then said, "What's wrong?" and placed a hand on his shoulder.

He couldn't do it anymore, he began crying hysterically in joy. For the first time in his life, someone finally cared about him. The woman was surprised, but she still tried her best to calm him. She reached her hands out in a 'calm down' motion, when suddenly, the boy jumped into her arms and nuzzled his forehead underneath her chest. She was shocked, but she

decided to hug him back in an effort to comfort him.

The woman gently pushed the boy back so he could look at her as she spoke.

"Do you need shelter? I can bring you back to where I live with my friends, a lot of them are pretty nice!" the woman offered.

The boy did all he could to contain his excitement, he didn't want to have ANOTHER meltdown in front of this nice lady. He nodded and replied "That would be lovely, thank you."