Never Alone || Fourtris

Chapter 17

"Sorry, Beatrice, but they don't want you to have any interactions with him whatsoever," Paul says trying to calm me down.

Tears have stained my face already. Whats their problem, I just want to see him one time, at least one glance. 

"No, they have to let me see him. Its not fair," I say almost losing it.

"Im doing the best I can, but you and I have to respect their wishes," he says.

"Try Paul! Try. I need to see him, can't you take him! I mean you're pretty good at that aren't you, pulling kids out of their homes," I say gritting my teeth.

Bud stands on the other side of the office just watching as I fight with Paul. Why can't I just see him. He's all I have left, no one else but him.

"Beatrice I'm trying the best I can. I-"

"Well try harder!," I scream throwing a set of papers off the desk.

Paul stays silent after I hit the desk, my hand rests at my side after what I just did. I hide my face from all the tears coming out, my face contracting trying to stop them. The room is filled with my sobs and Paul's sighs. Bud doesn't do anything, surprisingly. I didn't expect him to, but I'm pretty sure he'll do something later at home. My hand removes itself from clutching at my side and my body sits down on one of the chairs behind me. I put my face in my hands and wipe my tears waiting for anything else.

"I just need him," I say my voice cracking.

"I think you should go, i'll see what I can do," Paul says and walks over to open the door for me.

I stare at him for a moment and force myself to get up. I shake my head at him when I walk past him, Bud following behind. The car door is locked when I try to open it. I slam my fists against it and Bud yells at me for "ruining" his car. He forces me into the car, slamming it when I get it. And he says I'm ruining the car. The car moves as I turn around so he won't look at me when I cry.

"Are you serious! So what if they don't let you see him, he's just another foster kid in the system," Bud says out of annoyance.

"He is not just another foster kid, he's my brother and he's all I have left," I say barley letting the words out.

Buds angry expression stops me from saying more. I wipe my tears when we reach the neighborhood, not wanting the neighbors calling me a pussy for crying. He parks the car and tells me to go inside, not eyeing me when he says it. I don't do anything, but stare at his expressionless face. My face is probably already red from all the crying, but Whats he up to. Im tired of waiting, I want answers.

"Why," I say.

"Go in the house," he says.

"Whats your deal, you stop beating me for a while and don't appear anywhere. You beat me senseless one day and act like it didn't happen the next," I say.

"Beatrice Im not really up for your shit right now," he says.

"I just want to know whats your problem. You-," I start before his hand forcibly grabs my neck and pins me in the seat.

"Do you really want to know whats going on! I've been trying to stop drinking, and when I do drink, thats when I beat you senseless! I thought it was just a depressing thing every man goes through after a break up, but now I realize I have a drinking problem and I don't think I can overcome it, I don't want to go to those stupid rehab places and therapy and all that shit!," he screams while tears form in his eyes.

He lets go of me and wipes his tears really quick, not wanting me to see.

"If you have a drinking problem and your going to beat me every time, then why am I still here."

"Don't think I feel pity for you, I can't get a job, I need the money," he says flat, out of nowhere.

I don't say anything but okay and get out of the car into the cold mid-november air. My keys fumble in my hand as I look for the right one. Once the door closes behind me, I run upstairs to my room slamming the door behind me and jump on my bed crying instantly into the pillow, letting my screams get muffled by the pillow. The door bellow me slams and I go under the covers crying the rest of myself out until I eventually cry myself to sleep.

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School is not my best friend at the moment either. I have a final to prepare for and a book report due tomorrow on to kill a mockingbird about why Harper Lee chose to title the book 'To Kill A Mockingbird' and who is the mockingbird in the story. The hallways are packed as usual today. Christina didn't have time to pick me up today, she had family things going on, So I had to walk instead, but I don't mind the cold air, it makes me feel free.

Inside my locker is all rusted, probably from all the students who have used this throughout the years. The only picture I have in here is the picture of me pushing Caleb when he was a baby on the screen, back when my mom wanted to be a photographer. I sigh closing my locker and walk to my first period. Everyone seems to be in their same mood, not wanting to be here.

My left arm gets pulled back and my book falls.

"Hey man whats your problem!," I yell as I try to get out of the grip of the guy with the black hoodie on. "Let me go."

The more I struggle the more he pulls me, and faster. No one stops to help, I try to tell them that I don't want this creep touching me, but since everyone doesn't like me, the don't give a rats ass about me. He drags me all the way to the other side of school and throws me in a custodian closet, he entering after. The room is pitch black and the bell rings in the distance.

"Look I don't know who you are, or what you want, but please let me go. I need to get to class," I say trying to get out of here.

Light comes from the bottom of the door, so I know where the door is. I calm my breathe and try to make the room as silent as possible. My eyes have adjusted to the dark and I can now see the guys figure standing to the right of the door. He's really close to it, but there is just enough room for me to get out. I count to three in my head and lurch towards the door. He grabs me and throws me back down, causing my back to be hit against whatever was back here. He grabs my shirt and forces me to stand up.

"I've been watching you around school," the guys says. His voice is almost like he's trying to make it go deeper.

"I really need to get to class," I say my voice shaky.

"Listen very carefully because I'm only saying this once, you are going to send me ten nude pictures of yourself by tomorrow," he says.

"And what happens if I don't send them," I say.

"Then your brother, won't be around much longer," he says.

He lets me go and turns around quickly leaving so I won't have a chance to see his face. I run out after him hoping I can get a glance of his face, but I get nothing, he's already gone. I kick the wall beside me and slide down against it. Ugh, I just want to scream and cry and throw a four year old fit, but that won't help. Nothing will help at this point, I'm helpless and alone, I need to get out. Just as I am about to leave for english and face the wrath of my teacher, Tobias comes in. Once he sees me he hugs me and I push back startled.

"What was that for," I say starting to walk to class.

"I thought something bad happened to you, you seem tense, are you okay?," he says.

"Im fine, I just have to get to class," I say and leave him hanging, not turning back to see his face.