I don't know what is wrong with my foster parents sometimes. Being nice is a good thing, of course. But not when it's taken too far.
Like randomly inviting strangers to stay at our house for the night.
Especially if this stranger turns out to be Liam.
And he was looking at me like I sprouted wings. But not like, in awe. More like, in disgust.
"On second thought, I actually can stay at a friend's house," Liam said.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you sure?" My foster dad asked.
"Am I sure? Says the man who killed my mother," Liam snarled. He turned around and fled.
Wait. WHAT.
My foster dad didn't kill his mother. My biological dad did.
"Don't mind our daughter, she's...been a little moody recently."
Oh, skarg. Does he think my foster parents are my real-
"Harmony, do you know that boy?"
I looked down. I wish I could explain to my foster dad. But I didn't want to.
But both of my foster parents were looking at me. And they demanded answers.
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Scars from the Impossible
Roman pour AdolescentsIt's Impossible! Thats what Harmony and Liam have always told themselves... It's impossible-- to forget... to forgive... to win... to love... But when will they learn that just because it seems impossible doesn't mean it really is? --- Co-written wi...
