I didn't want to hear anything said by my foster parents.
And I didn't want to answer them.
I didn't want to see their faces.
I wanted to run.
Run and never come back.
"Harmony, we've decided we won't ask anything else if you answer one question," my dad said.
I took a breath and said, "What is it?"
"Why are your parents in jail?"
I needed to answer this as simply as possible.
Silence. But my thoughts were loud enough.
Why are your parents in jail...
One word would end this silence.
The loudest word I will ever know of.
"Murder."
My foster parents said nothing.
Or maybe they did say something and I didn't hear it.
I walked into my room.
I didn't plan to come out for the rest of the day.
Or maybe even the rest of the year.
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Scars from the Impossible
Teen FictionIt'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...
