Adoption or Option

Me and the guy were on and off for the remainder of my time there. I thought I was "in love" I was and idiot. Thinking back I just wanted someone to pass the time to make me forget everything. It only worked for a short period of time.

One afternoon I recieved a call from my father, it was out of the blue because that mother-fucker wanted shit to do with me for the two years I was out of my mothers home. HE left ME with her at the last visit KNOWING I was being molested and abused he LEFT. He didnt do a damn thing and this fuck had the audacity to call me?! I was angry, thats the nicest way I can put it. The staff knew that I wasnt handling the call very well and asked if I needed to hangup. I waited so long for one of my parents to tell me they wanted me and this drunk tells me " Hey little one wanna come live with me I have gerbils". WHAT- THE- ACTUAL- FUCK!?!

Yeah dad those gerbils make me want to live with the person who left me with a child abuser and a pedophile. I couldn't do the call anymore and they ended it for me. I went back to the basement smelling unit and cried myself to sleep.

'Why now?" I asked myself aloud. "Why because my older brother stole from him?". "Was it because he was sick of paying the state childsupport?" my roomate got aggravated and told me " Fuck him, he didnt want you all those years ago, he had you and couoldnt wait to drop you off at someone elses door, fuck him. He doesnt want you he wants what will benifit him by having you". She was right. I chose not to go back with him.

It wasnt an easy choice to make. He never fought for me when I needed him to. He abandoned me at a family reunion with people he barely knew. Regardless that they were "family" He didnt know they were all homeless. That they themselves were struggling and he added to that struggle because he was a fucking coward! I hated that man with every inch of my being. He stole me away from a mom who I never got to have bond with (I'm grateful now that I'm older) . He didn't have the balls to take her kids while she was home he waited until we were at my grandmothers to take us while she was at work. He was a coward.

The month I told him I wasn't going to come live with him was the same month he signed his rights away. The last time I seen him as a young teen was the day he went to the court to sign the paperwork. He didnt look sad or show any emotion. Handed me two fur gloves, a fur hat, a butterfly broach, and a card. All of it went into the trash when he left. I was halfway there to being adopted. I went to this shop and adopt thing (it was a get together for kids who were up for adoption and there were brochures about us with our photos so potential adopters could get their pick) .

I had two families who wanted me and I chose the one who didnt live on a farm. I was sick of smelling horse shit all day. Anyways, after that incident with my father a month later I ended up with the Micheals. They were odd. They liked expensive things and I liked thrift stores. We did not mesh well. I hated the school there. It was no different than the others. (Hey, if you went to Frewsburg and got your nose broken by a girl named Kat I hope your food tastes like shit for the rest of your life).

I hated this place. I did, however, meet a guy who I clicked with. He was a senior, we had the same friend group. That was a mistake. Mr. Micheals HATED that I had a boyfriend. The anger was not of a normal father, he would act jealous. It was very odd. Maybe I was over reacting, i thought to myself. Reece was 6ft3" but he was heavy set. That didnt bother me. He was funny. He always made sure I got to all of my classes without incident and let everyone know I was his girlfriend. For the first time in a long time I was genuinley happy.

That happiness didnt last long...