Status: Okay, I've gotten back into writing on this story, finally. It took me a little while to calm down and think, so now I'm hoping to bring chapters that I'm proud of.(:
They Call Her Love
Chapter 8
As I went home, I couldn't help but think about Mason's mothers words...so strong...so true. I couldn't help but write it down. I thought that it would make for a really good wall hanging. I planned on writing it somehow on poster board and putting it in my fathers old room. Just to be there to remind me of where I came from, what I've been through. It feels like it was forever ago that the perfume bottle, still scattered across my hardwood floor, was thrown at me by my hostile father. I remember destictively running to Mason, and him running to my defense. It scared me so bad because he had gotten hurt, doing the thing I had never thought of doing in my entire life...standing up to my father. I believed before that he didn't like me and that, like everything in my life, would dissapear or turn against me. And now, I'm scared that now that I've fallen in love with him, that he will desert me for another girl. No matter how much he says he wont, it still worries me...excessively.
I heard a gentle knock at the main door. I went down the stairs and opened the door to the face of government.
"Hi Annabelle, we came to notify you that you have 2 weeks to gather your things together and find another residency for a month while all of the documentation gets confirmed and the house is in your name..."
"I have to move?"
"For a while, just so we can verify with the court that you are capable of taking residency in this house and that nothing was staged or that you are who you say you are. The earlier you're gone, the better."
"Okay, everything has to be gone?"
"No, you can pack a bag for 2 weeks, and you can come back and get clothes and stuff, you just can't sleep here while we inspect it."
"Okay, I'll be gone tonight.
"Thank you for being so understanding. We will contact your cellular device when you can come back to the house."
"Your welcome. Thanks for your help."
"No problem, have a good day." She said, gently smiling.
"You too." I said, closing my door.
They really can't wait to get kids out of their way, especially when they've been abused their whole lives. I guess I'll go to the Mussos...They're all I have. I packed my bags and walked across the road to the house. I stared at the big oak door for long enough, hesitating my hand over the wood...hovering. I didn't know what I was going to greet when I told them the news. Mrs. Musso would look for loopholes and Mr. Musso would Google laws, because I'm underage. I knocked three times on the door of my soon to be temporary home. I sighed as I heard pans clang and soft footsteps leading up to the door.
Mrs.Musso was wearing a pretty blouse and dress pants, with an apron and pot holders.
I guess they were having another party.
"Mrs. Musso...the government told me I needed to find a temporary home...I have no where else to go..."
"Come on inside honey. We are having another party with important people, so I do ask you look your best and more tonight."
"Yes ma'am. I'll head on up and get ready," I said heading up the steps.
"Mrs. Musso."
"Yes, dear?"
"Thank you."
"Anytime honey, anytime," She said, walking over and hugging me.
I felt safe. As if she was my mother and we were a happy family. I miss love. But thanks to Mason, I'm regaining love.
I heard a gentle knock at the main door. I went down the stairs and opened the door to the face of government.
"Hi Annabelle, we came to notify you that you have 2 weeks to gather your things together and find another residency for a month while all of the documentation gets confirmed and the house is in your name..."
"I have to move?"
"For a while, just so we can verify with the court that you are capable of taking residency in this house and that nothing was staged or that you are who you say you are. The earlier you're gone, the better."
"Okay, everything has to be gone?"
"No, you can pack a bag for 2 weeks, and you can come back and get clothes and stuff, you just can't sleep here while we inspect it."
"Okay, I'll be gone tonight.
"Thank you for being so understanding. We will contact your cellular device when you can come back to the house."
"Your welcome. Thanks for your help."
"No problem, have a good day." She said, gently smiling.
"You too." I said, closing my door.
They really can't wait to get kids out of their way, especially when they've been abused their whole lives. I guess I'll go to the Mussos...They're all I have. I packed my bags and walked across the road to the house. I stared at the big oak door for long enough, hesitating my hand over the wood...hovering. I didn't know what I was going to greet when I told them the news. Mrs. Musso would look for loopholes and Mr. Musso would Google laws, because I'm underage. I knocked three times on the door of my soon to be temporary home. I sighed as I heard pans clang and soft footsteps leading up to the door.
Mrs.Musso was wearing a pretty blouse and dress pants, with an apron and pot holders.
I guess they were having another party.
"Mrs. Musso...the government told me I needed to find a temporary home...I have no where else to go..."
"Come on inside honey. We are having another party with important people, so I do ask you look your best and more tonight."
"Yes ma'am. I'll head on up and get ready," I said heading up the steps.
"Mrs. Musso."
"Yes, dear?"
"Thank you."
"Anytime honey, anytime," She said, walking over and hugging me.
I felt safe. As if she was my mother and we were a happy family. I miss love. But thanks to Mason, I'm regaining love.
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I spelled especially correct for the first time in my entire life! YES!