Until I Was Saved..

Chapter 7

-warren pov-

I walk through the door and am immediately greeted with the smell of sweat, metal and sawdust. I don't know why the smell shocked me so much, it's literally a junkyard.

I look around and see a variety of different things and people. I don't seem to recognize any of the faces until I lock eyes with white haired male who saved me two days ago.

-chase pov-

I look up from my phone and see the same small, shy, blonde that I'd met two days ago and feel a smile form on my face. 'Lil bro actually got him here. That would explain why he told me I owe him a favor before he left earlier' I think to myself as I walk up to him.

"Hey Warren, what are you doing here?" I say pretending like I don't already know that Ceaser invited him.

"I-i don't know... I was invited for some reason.. " I tilt my head a little when he says that. "By who?" Like I don't already know.

"Ceaser" He says in return. I nod my head and run my fingers through my hair. "Yeah, that's my punk little brother."

He finally looks me in the eye for the first time tonight. "You have siblings?" I smile a little at his question. "Yeah. Five brothers actually, most of the people here tonight are either a brother, a parent, or a cousin." He looks genuinely shocked by my words. "Wow. That's a lot of boys. Any girls?" I shake my head. "Nope. Girls are kinda rare for my family. Only females here tonight are my mother and my Aunt."

"Huh. Makes enough sense I guess" "What about you? Got any siblings?"
He looks down as a sad expression forms on his face when he hears my question. "N-none that I know of... My situation is... Interesting... to say the least..."

-warren pov-

Chase looks at me with a face of genuine concern. "Any chance you wanna talk about it? You don't have to if you don't want to though..."

I have absolutely know idea why but I felt myself opening up to a complete stranger about something I've never told anyone...

"I was told my father died before I was born and my mother was a drug addict.... I got put into foster care when I was around 2 years old and my mother was caught stumbling around, completely wasted, in an allyway with a lit joint in one hand a me in the other. Pretty much ever since I've been transferred from crappy foster home to crappy foster home... I'm not trying to be ungrateful for what I have... I just feel like if they checked the houses they put the kids in every once in a while that some of the people I've lived with would never have been given the ability to foster children in the first place."

He looked at me with a face of utter shock "they don't check??" I shook my head. "Nope. They just drop the kid off and leave. If something happens either the parent or the child has to call. And a lot of the time the parent doesn't call and the child is unable to because of the parent."

He gave me a face of pity. I have when people do that.... "I'm so sorry man. That's gotta suck.... " I looked at the ground. "It does. But at this point I'm pretty used to it....But you know...look on the bright side right? I'm 16 so... Only 2 more years max..."

-chase pov-

My heart hurts for him, I can't believe he's been stuck in this crappy foster system for so long..... I felt the need to ask this question... "Have... any of your foster parents ever.....hurt you?"

-TO BE CONTINUED! Let me know about any mistakes I made and I'll try to improve in the future, I hope you like the story so far ✌-