Till Death Do Us Part, chapter 1
"Caitlin!! Come here, right now!"Â
"What?!" I shouted back at my step mom. I came downstairs to see her glaring at me.
"How many times have i told you to clean up your room?!" She said. At the same time, my step father came in.
"Look at her! She's not even like a part of this family." Judy, as in my foster mom said.
I rolled my eyes. "That's partly because i am not related to you guys?!" I answered back.
"Dont you dare say that to your mother." Joe, my foster dad said.Â
"Look, i can say whatever i want." I said. "She's not my mom. You're not my dad. I'm not your daughter." I said.
I can see that my dad is already furious with me. My mom already sobbing. I ran upstairs and packed my bags with my clothes and grabbed my cellphone that they bought for me. "Listen, i'm out of here. I'm getting sick of living with you guys trying to control my life." I said as i stepped out of the house.Â
"Caitlin! Caitlin! Come back here." I heard my foster dad shouted at me.Â
Okay, now i'm free. Where am i supposed to go? I dont have any friends. I'm not the popular girl in school. People think i'm a freak. I dont know where am i supposed to go now.
I'm sad cause i'm an orphan. I'm sad because no one likes me the way i am. I'm sad because i'm turning 18 in 3 weeks and I've no one to celebrate it with. This is a problem. Whenever i get mad of something, i'll think about my past. the fact that i'm an orphan and stuff. They say i'm a freak with red hair (natural, okay?!) and blue eyes.Â
I sat down on the pavement, in front of Starbucks knowing that i don't have enough money to even buy a cup of coffee. With tears rolling down my cheek, i keep thinking about my future. My fucked up life. 'What the hell am i supposed to do?' i asked myself quietly. I wiped the tears away from my face and buried my face in my hands.
"Hey." I heard somebody said that. But i dont know if he's talking to me. So, i ignored it, completely.
"Hey, kid." that guy said again. I looked up and saw a man with reddish-brown spiky hair with the most gorgeous green eyes standing in front of me. Again, i wiped away the tears on my cheek. "What the hell happened to you? You've been crying, dont ya?" He said.
"What do you care?" I said coldly.
He sat down beside me. he offered me his coffee. "Want some?" He asked. I shook my head but deep down i really want it because i haven't eaten since breakfast. "Look, you looked like some beat up kid with no money. Take it. i dont want it anymore."
I took the coffee and take a huge sip of it. "Thanks."
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Caitlin Robbins" I replied.
"Okay, nice to meet you, Caitlin." He said. "My name is Billie Joe."
"What?!" I shouted back at my step mom. I came downstairs to see her glaring at me.
"How many times have i told you to clean up your room?!" She said. At the same time, my step father came in.
"Look at her! She's not even like a part of this family." Judy, as in my foster mom said.
I rolled my eyes. "That's partly because i am not related to you guys?!" I answered back.
"Dont you dare say that to your mother." Joe, my foster dad said.Â
"Look, i can say whatever i want." I said. "She's not my mom. You're not my dad. I'm not your daughter." I said.
I can see that my dad is already furious with me. My mom already sobbing. I ran upstairs and packed my bags with my clothes and grabbed my cellphone that they bought for me. "Listen, i'm out of here. I'm getting sick of living with you guys trying to control my life." I said as i stepped out of the house.Â
"Caitlin! Caitlin! Come back here." I heard my foster dad shouted at me.Â
Okay, now i'm free. Where am i supposed to go? I dont have any friends. I'm not the popular girl in school. People think i'm a freak. I dont know where am i supposed to go now.
I'm sad cause i'm an orphan. I'm sad because no one likes me the way i am. I'm sad because i'm turning 18 in 3 weeks and I've no one to celebrate it with. This is a problem. Whenever i get mad of something, i'll think about my past. the fact that i'm an orphan and stuff. They say i'm a freak with red hair (natural, okay?!) and blue eyes.Â
I sat down on the pavement, in front of Starbucks knowing that i don't have enough money to even buy a cup of coffee. With tears rolling down my cheek, i keep thinking about my future. My fucked up life. 'What the hell am i supposed to do?' i asked myself quietly. I wiped the tears away from my face and buried my face in my hands.
"Hey." I heard somebody said that. But i dont know if he's talking to me. So, i ignored it, completely.
"Hey, kid." that guy said again. I looked up and saw a man with reddish-brown spiky hair with the most gorgeous green eyes standing in front of me. Again, i wiped away the tears on my cheek. "What the hell happened to you? You've been crying, dont ya?" He said.
"What do you care?" I said coldly.
He sat down beside me. he offered me his coffee. "Want some?" He asked. I shook my head but deep down i really want it because i haven't eaten since breakfast. "Look, you looked like some beat up kid with no money. Take it. i dont want it anymore."
I took the coffee and take a huge sip of it. "Thanks."
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Caitlin Robbins" I replied.
"Okay, nice to meet you, Caitlin." He said. "My name is Billie Joe."
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