'Cause Now I Know It's All That I Wanted, chapter 1
I sat silently on my bed in the foster home, I wanted to get out of here. I sat quietly, which only my MP3 player and scrapbook to keep my company. I put my hood over my head as I huddled into a corner. Mrs. Smith came into my room and turned on the light, I covered my eyes, I was not used to the light.
"Get up you worthless piece of slime! Someone wants to adopt you!" she screamed at me. I didn't do anything, I made the person come to me, I heard footsteps coming towards me, I began to get scared, what if they're just like the other people who promised to "take care of me?" I wrapped my hooded sweatshirt tighter around me, afraid of the eyes that were watching me. I wasn't even curious on who wanted to adopt me, I didn't even want to be adopted, not with all of those people who abused me, used me, and..... harassed me. They didn't go to jail, they just disposed of me back here when they were done with me. They blackmailed me to not tell anyone, I agreed and they got away with a felony. The person wasn't going to touch me, to my dismay, Mrs. Smith knew what to do, she turned the heat up to 80 degrees so I would take my hooded sweatshirt off. It turned hot unnaturally fast when I realized what she had done, I didn't want to show my bruises and scars, they were embarrassing, but if they wanted to see it then fine.
I took my hooded sweatshirt to show my face and arms. The person gasped, I recongnized it as a male voice. I showed him my arms and he grabbed my wrists, I winced and had to bit my lip from screaming out. The bruises were unbearable, the cuts (not made by me), were scars and scabs, near infection. I felt arms pulling me closer, I didn't resist, the person held me tightly into a hug,
"I'm going to get you out here," he said. I started sobbing and nodded, he held me tighter, who was this man? His voice was so familiar, yet comforting. He turned down the heat so I could put the hooded sweatshirt back on. I had the courage and curiosity to look at his face from under my hood, I gasped, it was.... Tré Cool! I smiled from under my hood, again, to my dismay, Tré had seen it and put his arm around me.
"You're almost out of here," he said signing the papers, I took off my hood, allowing Tré to see me fully and he smiled at me,
"That's the attitude I like," he said. I blushed on how Tré Cool, the greatest drummer in the history of the punk world, had complimented me. He lead me out to his huge SUV and held the door for me, I hopped in and waited for him to get back in the vehicle.
"So how old are you exactly?" Tré asked me.
"19," I commented.
"I thought they only let you stay until you were 18?" he asked shocked.
"Yeah, well they made an exception for me," I said.
"Look at you," he said.
"What about my looks?" I asked, worried of what he thought.
"Calm down, it's just you're all skin and bones," he said looking me over.
"Not true! I have a 6 pack thank you!" I said.
"OK..... maybe I was wrong, for once, don't let it get to your head ok?" he asked me, I nodded and chuckled.
We arrived at Tré's mansion and I stepped out of the SUV hesitantly, he took my hand cautiously and I walked inside the mansion with him. This was huge, I looked around, excited. Tré chuckled at the wideness of my eyes. He looked at my hands, I didn't have any clothes, I washed my clothes secretly when no one was awake so I wouldn't be seen. He looked at me worried and said we'd go to the mall later. The phone rang, Tré ran to get it,
"Hello, this is Chinese restraunt." Tré said in his fake Chinese accent,
"Awww how'd you know it was me... fine ruin the fun.... sure you can... I got a surprise... no not for you but it is a surprise... I guess you'll have to come over here and see it then right? All right see you in five, bye." he hung up.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Mike is coming over," he said. My heart was racing, I've liked Mike ever since he had wrote J.A.R. I obviously looked worried because Tré looked at me like he was confused. I ran around
"What am I going to wear? He's coming over! OH no, oh no, oh no!" I ran around in circles until Tré stopped me.
"You like Mike?" he asked. I nodded.
"All right, thank gosh, I have some clothes for you up in your room, get changed before he gets here." he said pushing me up to my new room.
"Let me ask you a question," I said.
"Shoot," he said.
"How come you have girl clothes?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Let's just say it involved alcohol, truth or dare, and a gay bar," he laughed. I looked at him and went up to get changed, they were actually really cute, a Ramone's tank top and tight jeans with holes in them. I walked down the stairs,
"Tré, for a guy you have really good taste in girl's clo....." I stopped and looked at the tall male next to Tré, Mike.
"Get up you worthless piece of slime! Someone wants to adopt you!" she screamed at me. I didn't do anything, I made the person come to me, I heard footsteps coming towards me, I began to get scared, what if they're just like the other people who promised to "take care of me?" I wrapped my hooded sweatshirt tighter around me, afraid of the eyes that were watching me. I wasn't even curious on who wanted to adopt me, I didn't even want to be adopted, not with all of those people who abused me, used me, and..... harassed me. They didn't go to jail, they just disposed of me back here when they were done with me. They blackmailed me to not tell anyone, I agreed and they got away with a felony. The person wasn't going to touch me, to my dismay, Mrs. Smith knew what to do, she turned the heat up to 80 degrees so I would take my hooded sweatshirt off. It turned hot unnaturally fast when I realized what she had done, I didn't want to show my bruises and scars, they were embarrassing, but if they wanted to see it then fine.
I took my hooded sweatshirt to show my face and arms. The person gasped, I recongnized it as a male voice. I showed him my arms and he grabbed my wrists, I winced and had to bit my lip from screaming out. The bruises were unbearable, the cuts (not made by me), were scars and scabs, near infection. I felt arms pulling me closer, I didn't resist, the person held me tightly into a hug,
"I'm going to get you out here," he said. I started sobbing and nodded, he held me tighter, who was this man? His voice was so familiar, yet comforting. He turned down the heat so I could put the hooded sweatshirt back on. I had the courage and curiosity to look at his face from under my hood, I gasped, it was.... Tré Cool! I smiled from under my hood, again, to my dismay, Tré had seen it and put his arm around me.
"You're almost out of here," he said signing the papers, I took off my hood, allowing Tré to see me fully and he smiled at me,
"That's the attitude I like," he said. I blushed on how Tré Cool, the greatest drummer in the history of the punk world, had complimented me. He lead me out to his huge SUV and held the door for me, I hopped in and waited for him to get back in the vehicle.
"So how old are you exactly?" Tré asked me.
"19," I commented.
"I thought they only let you stay until you were 18?" he asked shocked.
"Yeah, well they made an exception for me," I said.
"Look at you," he said.
"What about my looks?" I asked, worried of what he thought.
"Calm down, it's just you're all skin and bones," he said looking me over.
"Not true! I have a 6 pack thank you!" I said.
"OK..... maybe I was wrong, for once, don't let it get to your head ok?" he asked me, I nodded and chuckled.
We arrived at Tré's mansion and I stepped out of the SUV hesitantly, he took my hand cautiously and I walked inside the mansion with him. This was huge, I looked around, excited. Tré chuckled at the wideness of my eyes. He looked at my hands, I didn't have any clothes, I washed my clothes secretly when no one was awake so I wouldn't be seen. He looked at me worried and said we'd go to the mall later. The phone rang, Tré ran to get it,
"Hello, this is Chinese restraunt." Tré said in his fake Chinese accent,
"Awww how'd you know it was me... fine ruin the fun.... sure you can... I got a surprise... no not for you but it is a surprise... I guess you'll have to come over here and see it then right? All right see you in five, bye." he hung up.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Mike is coming over," he said. My heart was racing, I've liked Mike ever since he had wrote J.A.R. I obviously looked worried because Tré looked at me like he was confused. I ran around
"What am I going to wear? He's coming over! OH no, oh no, oh no!" I ran around in circles until Tré stopped me.
"You like Mike?" he asked. I nodded.
"All right, thank gosh, I have some clothes for you up in your room, get changed before he gets here." he said pushing me up to my new room.
"Let me ask you a question," I said.
"Shoot," he said.
"How come you have girl clothes?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Let's just say it involved alcohol, truth or dare, and a gay bar," he laughed. I looked at him and went up to get changed, they were actually really cute, a Ramone's tank top and tight jeans with holes in them. I walked down the stairs,
"Tré, for a guy you have really good taste in girl's clo....." I stopped and looked at the tall male next to Tré, Mike.
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