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  1. Larry frowned when she tugged her arm away. "I'm not holding your hand because you don't know where you are going, child," he sounded a little angry at that moment. "I'm holding your arm to protect you. This isn't exactly the best part of town, you know." He was of course trying to convince her, because he was a teenager once, and he knew that teenagers thought they knew everything, and they didn't think they needed any help or anyone to look after them. But right now, she was in the most dangerous situation she could be in, if she got lost from him. Thirteen years old, lost on the bad side of town, and having no money or any real means of getting any help. He didn't know she had her phone working. "Now, please. I'm trying to help you, little lady. I know you hate being told what to do, but when it comes to your safety, I don't care what you like or don't like. If it's just at the motel room or somewhere safe, then I get it! I'm not your dad. But out here, in this area, with my already having an investment in you to make sure you stay safe, you better believe I will make sure you are safe, little lady." He swatted her butt once. "Now, you will hold my hand until we are inside, and you will be a good girl and stay right next to me the whole time unless you have permission to leave my side. Understand?"
  2. "Alright," I sigh and rub your back. "We can go by your house for a minute and see what you have there. One thing is for sure, though, you don't have hot water there, you don't have a way to cook, and you don't have any heat. But we can talk about that stuff while I see what you do have. Maybe I can get you to come to my place by bringing something that could comfort you." "You're not going anywhere the way you are, though, honey. You are soaking wet, and need changed." I look at the counselor who goes to get the nurse to get you a diaper and some sweatpants to borrow. Meanwhile, I pat the side of your butt and whisper to you. "Honey, what is so good about where you are? I mean, you don't have heat, water, or lights, so if I knew what was so special about it, maybe I could understand why you need to be there." I start thinking that honestly, my place only had one bedroom anyway. If her place was originally made for a family, or at least parents and a child, then may be it would have two bedrooms, which would be better for her. It's not like my place was that important to me.
  3. Larry smiled as he sat right next to her, and heard her stomach. "Well, I ill try to think about it. But it doesn't change the fact you are a minor, well under eighteen, and still need rules, okay miss?" He smiled as the bus stopped, and he got up and reached his hand around to direct her by holding her arm. "Sweetheart, you are still scared," he told her. "You might not realize it, but only a fool would not be scared in your situation. You still don't know what is going to happen tomorrow, and you would be wise to keep your guard up. I know I'm a good person, but you have no way to know that." He led her off of the bus. "That's why you are scared, still. But you do know where you can get food, and so of course, it would be natural that you stay close as long as you can get food without doing things that seem harmful or scary to you."
  4. Okay, I've gotten some stuff done on this one... the first chapter of the restart, but the first chapter isn't fully done. I've just started to introduce the second of the kids to be adopted... but she's not finished, and there will be third kid this time. So, I've also worked on the main character to sort of give him a little background before putting him in the office meeting his girls. The system has failed again, and it was suddenly swamped, so they are going to be giving him the kids nearly blind, though he will have access to some of their information that he can read at home in his own time.... Samantha will be very quiet and worried about being bad or making people upset. Michelle will be very outgoing and talkative, but she has some trauma caused by being abandoned and something else happening in the first foster home she was placed it. The third child is a fast learner, is very playful, but gets mixed up because English isn't her first language. I just thought those that are interested would have wanted an update to know what is happening. I'm hoping to post it before Sunday.
  5. Not knowing that the age is bothering the little lady, and her having not corrected his thirteen-thinking, he thought he must have either guessed her age right, or she was doing something smart, and trying to hide any personal information at all. It didn't matter. As long as she was willing to let him believe she was thirteen, then he would just stay with that. "I know you're not," he thought her heard her say she wasn't a baby. "I hope you don't feel angry that I said baby, honey. I didn't mean it like I think of you as a thumb sucking toddler or anything. I just was trying to comfort a lost child that is obviously worried about what is next. I think it's natural that you are scared of what is next, and if you don't like me saying baby, I can try to say something else." He put a hand on the top of her lap to rub her leg to comfort her. "It's okay. You're safe with me, little girl. I won't let anyone hurt you, and I have no desire to hurt you either, not even in ways that children sometimes don't understand." Larry smiled at her. "It won't be too many stops before the Taco place," he told her. "So once you are fed, we should look into getting you some extra clothes." He was thinking on going to the same Walmart they had met at that first night.
  6. I frowned at the situation. "Well, we can't leave her in a house that has not electricity, water, or gas, so I think I'll bring her to stay with me. Can you talk to the police and the CPS and have them meet me at my house?" I asked Mrs. Anderson. "You have a family, and it might be a lot to bring another kid into your family, but as all my children have left the house, I don't really have anyone to worry about nagging about it. You know my X took the children with her." I take you by the hand. "Honey, It's okay," I whispered to you not letting you up until you're calmer. "No one should have put you in that situation, sweetheart. You're going to come to my house, sweetheart, until CPS decides what to do with you, but I'm sure they'd rather keep you in your neighborhood. Most of the time, when they can, they like kids to have something familiar to them, whether it's a school, a neighborhood, or whatever." I pat your wet bottom on the side. "It'll be okay, Valeria. I'll help you get caught up in school, get some good food in you for dinner, and make sure you have a chance for a hot bath tonight and a nice warm room and bed to sleep in." Since you are having a hard time calming down, I start trying to sing to you. "Never gonna let you down! Always gonna be around! I'll be here.... I love you.... Oh! It feels so good when you call my name. I wanna hear it over again!" I try to see if I can get you put to sleep with all your fussing , all the stress you've had, and everything, I feel like this is the best thing I can do to get you peacefully into the car. I'll worry about changing your wet clothes when I get you to my house. You might feel better by then, and if the police meet me, as I'd like, then they will hopefully have your things with them, so you can wear your own clothes and feel comfortable with that.
  7. Well, the tags will have a deeper meaning when we get further into the story. Trying not to give it all away all at once. We'll see if they develop that strong bond or not, but they are connecting on a superficial level right now for sure. The problem is that I thought it was turning out okay the first time but it took a wrong turn and was taken down the first time, thus I've struggled to bring it back in a way that wouldn't cross certain lines, but still told the story I was trying to tell. But we have a few turns and twists coming in the story to come, though some of them might be expected by some of you who have tried to read the first time before it was taken down, and the intermediate attempt that didn't go well and so I took that one down myself.
  8. Sorry for the long wait. I've been struggling how to get this chapter to work. I think it at least pushes forward some character development even if it could have been written a little better. Either in Chapter Three or Chapter Four, we will probably visit what is going on inside of October's head. Chapter Two Be Our Guests! How quickly it seemed I was in my old neighborhood, and then whoosh, we were here at the truck stop nearly three hours away! I could recall the exact route we had taken to get the freeway, but then everything was a blur after that! We turned right from my house and went to the end of the block, a row of houses blocking further progression. We turned left and went up until houses blocked us again, turned right, but even though the houses didn’t stand in our way like a wall, we turned at that main intersection to the neighborhood I lived in. We went up to a main street and then we went off to find the freeway. Janice’s house had been down the opposite way of where we made our first turn off of our street. Lana’s house was passed before we came to the street in our neighborhood that led to the final turn out of there. If we turned right instead of left to get to the main road through town, we would have passed my old elementary school. How quickly I was starting to miss the blue and white building. I sat in front of my empty plate, now, looking up at daddy wondering when we were going to get started again. I could smell it again. I don’t think the water helped as much as I hoped. It seemed when I sat a long time, the smell could build up. There’s no way October didn’t smell me. The blond girl next to me wiggled a little. Her head was still down. She was almost done eating, and Vanessa was talking to my dad. “So, how long of a drive have you had so far?” Vanessa asked my dad. “Well, we came from Southern San Diego,” dad told her, pretty close to the border, actually. So, with a stop for gas once, and once to check the map against the driving instructions the navigator was trying to give me, it’s been about three and a half hours.” “I see. And you are going out of state?” Vanessa shifted her leg and looked around at who was the latest person to enter. “That’s right. I’m taking my daughter all the way up to Wyoming.” “Pretty cold up there, isn’t it?” Yeah, but she’ll have more space to play where we are moving.” Vanessa looked around again. I felt like she was still on nerves even though she had said something about not expecting to be seen by whoever was chasing them. Daddy reached his hand towards her. “Look, if you are nervous we’ve been here too long, we could get going. It looks like the girls are done eating.” “Well, I would like that,” and her voice lowered. “But honestly, I sort of want to use the restroom, but I’m afraid if I do, I might miss someone coming in to take October back.” “Well, she’s probably gotta go, too, doesn’t she?” Vanessa’s mouth tightened, and she shook her head lowering it. “She’s probably wet herself by now. Our first intention when we came in, was to let her use it, but then the big stir up happened, and then you led us to your table, and no one talked about it since, and she’s not moving much right now, so I’m pretty sure her diaper is soaked.” “Diaper?” daddy looked into the woman’s eyes, and I immediately couldn’t help myself looking down at Octy’s lap. Now, I looked down there, I understood that why it smelled when I was sitting there at the table but not over there standing with Vanessa, was that my poor little peer was peeing in her pants, and as I looked, I could see that part of the inside of one of her legs was discolored from the way her light blue worn faded and torn jeans should look, and when she shifted, there were momentary moments of shifting grayness of the faded blue over the top of her pants and between her legs. Her face was blushing red. “…she didn’t come from a good place,” I heard the woman still talking to daddy. I had paid so much attention to the poor girl, I missed part of what she said. “The child can’t help it. She’s scared to speak up most of the time, and then she gets really scared when she gets found out. That’s why I tried not to say anything about it until now. I don’t want her to get worked up or start pleading that she’s sorry and draw more unwanted attention at herself.” I reached my hand out to her and squeeze her dry upper outer thigh so I wouldn’t touch her gross pee. “It’s okay,” I whispered to her wanting to calm her down. If it wasn’t her fault, then she shouldn’t have to feel like crying. But she looked exactly like she was about to do just that. Her lip was quivering, her eyes watering, and her beat red face was looking down at her lap. “You can go to the washroom,” my daddy told the lady. “I swear, I won’t let anyone take the little one.” Vanessa nodded and started off, though I could see her looking back at us, like five or six times reluctantly before she got to the bathroom door where she gave one long look before she went in. “Daddy,” I whispered to him. “I think her butt’s wet and she’s probably peeing her pants.” He nodded. “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it right now. Just keep comforting her for now, and we’ll figure out what to do when Vanessa gets back.” I smiled and then whispered to Octy. “See? He’s not mad even if you got the chair wet. It’s not your fault, okay?” The gold blond head nodded, half way up, once and fell back down, but tears still streamed down her face. But I understood. If I had just peed all over myself, and then everyone found out I had a diaper on that I peed through, I’d want to cry, too. I couldn’t do anything but lightly squeeze her leg. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered up at me. “I didn’t mean to emb…a…ar…r…uh…um…aress you,” she was having a hard time keeping her emotion from being a whine. “I… you… um… you didn’t embarrass me,” I was thrown off guard at her thinking she did something to me. “Uh… m… how… how should I be embarrassed?” and just like that, I found my tongue stumbling over how I was supposed to respond to that! “Because…,” but she only continued to look down at her lap, and I started to notice it was slowly getting darker between her legs again, and the smell was getting stronger. I wondered if she was actually peeing right now, and why she didn’t ask to use the toilet, but I was nervous about asking her why. What if it really set her off crying? Then she’d be really humiliated. “Daddy!” I whispered to dad. “Daddy!” He seemed to have been in a funny daydream, but when I called him the third time, he snapped out of it looking right into my eyes. “Can I take her to the car?” I asked shaking with nervousness for her. “Her knees are banging against each other, and she’s about to cry because the pee is seeping through her diaper and getting her pants all wet.” “I’m sorry, baby,” Daddy shook his head at me. “I want to get her out of here, too, but I promised Vanessa that I wouldn’t move her until she came back because Vanessa is very worried about someone bad getting her. If they are that bad, then I don’t want to risk losing you, too, honey.” I sighed and nodded. Vanessa came back eventually, and looking up at her, I wondered what she was going to do when she found out how bad Octy had leaked. Octy’s butt was all wet because there was some liquid in the chair from her doing it. The woman walked over, and reached out her hand to which Octy automatically reached for, scooting off of the seat, causing some liquid to push over the chair edge making a bit of a sound as the pee hit the floor. I frowned at it and looked at all the people around, but it was like they didn’t even notice. I took Octy’s other hand, and daddy nodded at me. “Take them to the car, sweetheart. Here.” With daddy’s key, I went out of the place with them, and I think daddy was paying the front person guy. We got to the car, and I unlocked the door for Octy and Vanessa. “You can get in the front,” I told the lady. “I’m not allowed to ride up there anyway because daddy is still nervous of me getting hurt in the car. I ride back here.” I directed Octy into the back, but just on the inside blocking her from sitting on the only free seat that didn’t have stuff all over it, and I whispered to her. “Don’t sit yet. I have some clean clothes back here….” “No!” Octy suddenly shouted louder than I’d ever heard her speak until now, but even then, it was more that it startled me than it actually being loud. She had her face all red and set and her hands guarding her pants button. I looked up at her and her face was in a fearful shock, her mouth having frozen after saying no, so it looked like she kept saying “ooooh,” but there was no sound coming from her mouth. “Octy, it’s okay. These are my clothes, and I want to let you wear…,” but she shook her head, her hands and legs also shaking. “N… n… no,” she said half whining. “He’ll find out!” “Who will find out?” I asked her reaching out to hold both of her hands again. “The people we got you from are never going to bother you again. Okay?” She nodded. Tears stained her cheeks. Her hair was oily and it smelled, but then she was probably going to the bathroom on herself for forever, so of course it smelled. “Your dad, though,” she eventually got through her silent hiccups to tell me who would find out I let her wear something. “Octy, my dad will know the minute he comes and gets in the car that I put my pants on you, and trust me he wants me to. There’s no way daddy wants you to wear those soaked things!” “B… be… because…,” but she couldn’t get her voice to sound even though her lips were shaking and trying to say what she was still worried about. “Megan, honey,” the woman in the front whispered at me. “Come here, please.” I kept hold of Octy’s hands and walked her backwards along our narrow aisle besides the front seats until I was closer to the woman. “Octy won’t know it’s okay to wear your clothes until your dad gets back and tells her that she can, I mean, if that’s really not going to be a problem.” “It’s not, Mrs. Vanessa. I would never leave my friend in messy pants, and even if we haven’t gotten to be friends, yet, I don’t want her to sit like that for hours.” Vanessa smiled. “Well, you’re not the one buying your clothes yet. Octy knows that, and she’s going to be scared to change her clothes unless your dad tells her to do it.” I frowned. “Anyone that would keep someone from getting into clean pants, is… well….” I put my finger on my mouth thinking, tapping my lips, wanting an appropriate word, but not one that would be cussing and get me into trouble. It was hard to think of a word that was okay to say. I shook my head on an obvious big people’s words that daddy would be really mad at me if I used, and then I looked up at her. “I can’t say the word that that person is, but he is one, for making her think she has to wear soaking wet pants.” Vanessa smiled at me. “I agree, but even if tell Octy it’s okay, she won’t agree to it unless your dad not only just agrees, but he tells her to change her pants.” I shook my head not understanding how someone my age wouldn’t just automatically change if something happened to make my pants uncomfortable. Dad got back to the car, and seeing the sliding door closed, but both of us standing, he motioned at me. “Honey, you should have your seatbelt on by now.” “I would, but I don’t want Octy to sit with her pants like that.” I pulled her over and turned her so he could see her butt. He frowned. “So? Tell her to take her pants off, honey?” “She won’t. I tried to let her borrow some of my pants, but she won’t even do it.” Vanessa whispered to my daddy, and he frowned. I didn’t hear what she told him, but he said “You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me” in surprised response. Vanessa just shook her head. “Octy, honey,” my dad motioned for her. “Come here, sweetheart.” She looked up at him taking the last step to get as close as the seats would let her. “Megan is going to go back and get a pair of jeans and a pair of panties for you to put on. I want you to try to wear them for me. I know Megan might be a little taller and thinner than you are, but at least the pants will be clean. Understand?” Octy nodded her dark golden head at him, and then looked to me to do what he said. I knew daddy would, but he turned away from us, so that Octy wouldn’t be dressing in front of him, and he spoke with the big woman again while I started to rummage through the clothes. Finally, I found a skirt that would be more comfortable, I thought, since skirts can sort of stretch to fit you, and I knew my panties would be tight around her waist, and probably too big in the butt, but there was nothing I could do about that. I just pulled them out, the Hello Kitty panties that were white and pink, and I smiled at her showing her. Octy smiled at me. I got up to the seat, and sat while I looked up at Octy. “Can you undo your button and pull your icky pants down?” I asked her. She nodded and slid her pants down so that I could see the diaper was infact so soaked through it, it wasn’t doing anything a pair of panties couldn’t do. I frowned as she pulled them off and some of the pee that was pooled in the soaked cotton stuff inside accidentally came down her legs and got the space on the floor wet between the seat and the sliding door. “It’s okay,” I whispered to Octy when she nervously looked towards my dad. I think she was worried he’d be mad she peed on the floor, but I didn’t think he should be. He’s the one that told her to change her pants. She eventually looked back at me when she was sure daddy wasn’t even going to look at her right then. I reached over the seat and grabbed a clean shirt for her, and an old towel. “Wipe yourself with this,” I showed her the faded purple-pink towel that was more for hands than a shower. “You need to get that pee off your body as much as you can, okay?” Octy nodded with a frown and started to wipe herself, only…. I frowned. I didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t exactly doing it right, and she let the towel drop to the floor when she wasn’t even wiped off right. I looked to my daddy, but I wouldn’t even want him to see me naked, and he’s my dad. I shook my head and handed her my panties knowing they were about to get peed on because she didn’t know how to wipe herself right. There was nothing I could do about it though. I wasn’t going to let her sit there naked. “Here, put the skirt on,” I told Octy. She looked at me for a moment frowning. I think she realized that I didn’t like how she wiped, but I didn’t really know what to do about it. I couldn’t think how to tell her she needed to do it better in places, but I wasn’t going to touch her there, gross. So, I just smiled at her and waited for her to put the skirt on. Then I nodded at her shirt. “You need to take that off, too. You wore it more than two days, right?” She nodded, but looked back at my daddy again. “Daddy!” I huffed thinking it was getting annoying that she had to have permission for every little step. “She’s dirty from wearing her shirt two days, and peeing all the time, but she won’t change the shirt.” My dad looked back at us, and frowned at her. “Honey, put the clothes on I told Megan to dress you in. Both Megan and I want you to be as clean as possible, okay?” Octy nodded and looked down, and I saw a tear come from her eye. Sighing, I tried to explain myself. “Octy, I didn’t tell on you to get you in trouble. I just can’t make you do stuff, and but, my daddy and the lady are big, and they can.” She nodded, but the tears were still there, and her eyes were wet. I hugged her, and then offered her the shirt again. It was a purple one with Tom Jerry on it, smiling at you, or at least their heads were. Why can’t she just decide to change on her own? I gave her clothes, so she shouldn’t need my daddy to tell her to change, and why did the woman have my daddy tell her to do it, instead of doing it herself? I know she’s not Octy’s mommy, but Octy knows her better than she knows my daddy. I frowned as she got the shirt on, and I scooted over to give her room to sit down. “Are you going to pee your pants again?” I asked her. I wasn’t trying to be mean, but I wanted to know if I should expect the seat to get wet, and that I might end up getting her pee on me since the two seats behind us were full of our stuff. Octy shrugged. “I already finished at the restaurant,” her voice was so low and strained when she explained, that I only caught a few syllables of what she said, but I still caught what she meant. “I don’t mean right now, Octy. I mean, can you ask my daddy or the lady to stop?” Yeah, I know. That was a bit rich coming from me since I didn’t want to tell daddy to pull over before and tried to wait until he would just want to stop. Still, I knew to hold it. I wasn’t sure if Octy knew to at least hold it. “I… I’m not sure,” Octy frowned and her voice was so quiet that I almost didn’t pick up what she said. “Well, at least scoot away from me when you get ready to leak,” I told her. “And if you do feel some go in your pants, let me know so I can try to keep away from your pee, okay?” She nodded. “Daddy, are we going to get her diapers before long? I know it’s not her fault, but I’d rather not get pee all over me from her.” “Honey, we’ll see if there is a stop later,” daddy told me. “I know this is hard for you, but she is going through a lot, too.” “I know. I’m trying to be nice. I even don’t care if she accidentally wets my clothes. I just don’t want to sit in a puddle.” “I get it, honey. I’ll see what I can do in a little bit.” I felt October move a little next to me, so I scooted closer to her to put an arm around her. “I wasn’t complaining about you,” I tried to tell her. “I just wanted it so we didn’t have to sit in a puddle for too long. I’m not used to peeing my pants, okay?” October nodded her head at me, but stayed quiet with a little frown. Honestly, I guess I was complaining about her, but it wasn’t her, her. It was just the pee. If she peed her pants so easily at the restaurant, then I had no doubt she would just sit there wetting without thinking about it. Some one had to really mess with her head to make her do that, because I think they said she was my age. I don’t understand at all. Couldn’t she fight it, even just be sneaky? Why did the woman just let her pee her pants instead of telling us as soon as daddy rescued them that she wanted to use the toilet? Why didn’t she let her go? I had so many questions, but looking at the shaking-nervous blond next to me, I knew I couldn’t ask her. I could, but I felt like it would be mean. We finally got out of the rest area parking and headed up on the road. As we drove on a bit, October started to visibly relax. I saw her fists that kept balling up, finally loosen and the length of her hands were finally seen in her lap. Her shoulders finally sagged a little, so I just realized she had been stiff that whole time, and I heard an audible sigh escape her mouth. “Are you okay?” I asked her. She kept looking down, but she nodded. “You know I’m not trying to be mean, don’t you?” She nodded with a small smile starting to grace her down cast face. A little blush heated up her face a bit. She tilted her head ever so slightly so it wasn’t as down as it was. She whispered when she spoke. “I’m sorry. I am bad, so I cause trouble a lot.” Her statement sounded sad, but she didn’t whine or even sniffle as she said this. She just looked neutral. I think she just believed that, and the way she said it, it was like she couldn’t do anything about it. “Octy, where you are running away from, are they like… um… your real mommy or daddy?” I wondered. She shook her head. “My real mommy and daddy and little sister died a couple of years ago. I should have died with them.” I hugged her. “No, you shouldn’t.” I felt the loneliness in her voice, and I felt tears come to my eyes, though I noticed her eyes were no longer teary at all. She didn’t even sniffle. It was like she just stated a fact like a computer or a robot. “My mom and dad and little sister died,” she said re-affirming what she had said. “Then my uncle got forcefully taken out of his home, and they took me. Like, I killed my parents, I got my uncle taken, and he’s probably in their prison or something. Then I messed up with the Gavins, and made their little sister potty train late because I’m stupid. I am bad.” I hugged her. Her voice was very low, and with the radio on, I didn’t think daddy heard what she said. She was so quiet and though relaxed now, her voice sounded sad. I wanted to tell her that she wasn’t bad, and that I didn’t think anything she said about her parents dying, her uncle being taken, or this Gavin people’s little girl being late to potty train was her fault at all. How could it be? She was no older than I was. “I’m Megan,” I told her in case she had missed my name earlier. “I’m ten years old, but I turn eleven in November.” “Me too,” her voice was still really quiet, barely above her whisper though a tiny bit stronger than before. “I turned eleven in December, though.” She smiled a little more, and I started to see through her dirty face, that if she cleaned it up, she might be a pretty person. Rubbing her thigh, I started to tell her about me. “We’re moving because my daddy got a good job in Wyoming, but it means I had to leave my house that I lived in since I was a baby. I was born there.” “I’m sorry,” she whispered. I shrugged. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, really,” I told her. “I’ll miss my old room, my friends, and my school, but daddy says we are on an adventure, and he’s going to try to help me stay connected to my old friends.” “That’s nice.” October still seemed very quiet, even though I was starting to get her to talk some. She didn’t seem to like to say a lot, yet. But maybe that was because of the people she came from, or maybe she was shy. Well, I’m not driving all the way to Wyoming with her in the car, if she stays that long, without getting her to talk to me. It was boring enough without anyone there, but there was no reason to be bored if you have someone in the car with you, right? “The only thing I really will miss about that house, I mean, the only thing that will be forever, is that I knew my mommy in that house.” “What happened?” she whispered. “Oh, mom got really sick like about three years ago, and then almost two years ago…,” I started to feel tears gathering in my eyes. My mom’s face returned to my inner eye, and I choked up a little bit as I tried to continue. “…she… um… she stopped breathing.” October now put a hand behind my back and patted my back. “It hurts,” she said. I nodded. It did hurt, still. But of course, she understood. She said her parents were killed. Tears started to creep down my face. I shook a little bit. “It was babyish of me,” I whispered to Octy. “But I wanted to keep the baby blocks and the baby dresser that my mom bought me.” October frowned. “You didn’t?” “We didn’t have room,” I gestured at the full back part of the minivan we were in. “Anyway, daddy says it’s time I grew up. He’s right, but it still wasn’t easy.” October nodded with tears in her eyes. “I would have given anything to keep even a baby rattle or anything from my parents.” She finally said more than two words. She whispered them very softly, and her face burned red with her ears nearly bursting into flame from her embarrassment. “So, how did such bad people get you?” I asked her. “I think I’m the bad one,” October whispered. “If you were bad, that woman wouldn’t be trying to rescue you, and I don’t know what you are thinking, but there’s no way you could have killed your parents or caused your uncle to get taken. That was just life doing things to you. It wasn’t you at all. I’m not going to blame myself for mommy being sick. Dad said she had been sick for a while before I knew, and that it had nothing to do with me. I miss her, but I know he's right. And I know you didn’t kill your parents, Octy.” She looked at me, staring, her mouth a gap. It looked like she was shocked that I said that, but it had to be the truth. How can a ten year old, or especially an eight year old, if it happened two years ago…, how can she have had anything to do with any of that stuff? “Look, Octy, I don’t know what bad things you think you did, but I know that life is chaos, sometimes. It just does things to you. So, you can’t say everything is your fault. You have to think about it. Did you do something that you remember that made men break into your house or shoot people in the restaurant or however they did it? Did you call bad people on your uncle, or tell them where he was? No, right?” October looked at me, her eyes shining, her head raised up to look in my eyes for the first time, and the shock on her face was too real for me to fathom. She had never thought of those things before, and it looked like she was trying, but something was there, behind her nervous eyes that didn’t really see me, I suspected, but were looking past me, into something that was fighting with what I just told her. I shook her. “Octy. Octy. Octy!” I finally got her eyes to focus on mine. “You didn’t do it, okay?” She pressed her lips inward, until they disappeared into her mouth, and she nodded, but I wasn’t convinced that she believed me. What could I do though? I guess saying it doesn’t just undo what she believes. Maybe she just needs me to be her friend right now. Maybe we met for a reason, like my daddy sometimes says. He says that sometimes, the universe just puts people together who need each other. Sometimes for a day, and sometimes for a lifetime. She needs me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is also no accident that I named two other names than what I named in chapter one as friends she thought of when she recalled her neighborhood. This is to show that she was kind of popular at her old school.
  9. Larry smiled. "Baby, that's what any adult should have on their mind when they have a child they are responsible for. I know you are like thirteen years old, but still, you are a child, baby. And I am taking care of you, so that makes it my responsibility to think about what you need." He rubbed her back. "The bus shouldn't be that long, but it is Sunday, so they are on a delayed schedule, I think." As he said that, the bus had arrived. "Now, in the bus, baby, and no more worrying about being grateful for having someone do things that should be natural. You are a child. Just be a child. I don't care if you call my Uncle Larry, Daddy, or whatever, but you let me worry about the adult stuff, and you just go back to being thirteen years of age, okay?"
  10. Larry shook his head. "Actually, sweetheart, that money is for taking care of you," he told her. "You see, the church leaders would not have been compelled to give me money because I have a place to stay, I have clothes and I have things I need for now. You, on the other hand, had a bag with maybe a change of clothing in it, no hygiene things which made it hard for you to go to the bathroom in public places when I found you, and you were starving! So, this money is for you, baby. It's so I can get what you need to survive until I get paid and can take care of you myself." He rubbed her back as she looked up at the clouds and said he deserved the job the next day. "Sweetheart, a lot of people deserve jobs who don't have them. But I do believe that when we help each other like God wants us to, then in the end, we end up getting something from it even if we don't ask for it. I'm not asking God for that job in place of taking care of you. That's not how it works. For all I know, God has a different reward for me and I am not meant to get that job, and I'm okay with that. What I'm not okay with, is a 13 or 14 year old child being stuck out on the streets fending for herself and having to use her pants as a toilet because no one is willing to even let you do that much in their store." He hugged the little baby girl. "So, we first eat, and then we are going to get you some stuff."
  11. "No power, and no hot water? No wonder the poor child stinks," I say rubbing her back. Shaking my head, I frown and hold little Valeria down into my lap. "Honey, the police are looking around your place right now. No doubt they will be sending CPS around to collect you, but at your age, I'm honestly not sure what to expect. I'm afraid you might be too old to get adopted by someone nice." I rub your thighs again, trying to calm you down. "I doubt they will have a place already set up for you on short notice, so if you would like to at least be in a place where you know someone, either I can take you home with me, and try to convince them to let you stay with me until they have a better solution for you, or you could go stay with Mrs. Anderson, maybe." I turn you so I can look into your eyes. "Honey, it's important that you understand. This is a very dangerous situation your parents have put you in. You don't even have lights, hot water, and that implies no gas either, so no way to eat healthy at home, and no way to keep clean which is why you smelled when you came to school today, and worse, you have no one to protect you if someone decided that they were going to do bad things to you." I lift under your arms to position you in my lap so your legs are hanging of either side of mine, and you are now forced to face me as I rub your back. "I don't want anything from you, but for you to be safe, baby girl. You are in a very difficult situation. You don't have to call me anything other than Mr. Kean if you don't want, but I would like to take you home where I can provide a nice warm bath or shower as you prefer, a hot meal, a comfortable room with bed and blankets to sleep in, and a place where you can do your homework in comfort. Doesn't that sound better than going back to a dark, cold, uncomfortable place where you could be arrested for trespassing? I am sure you can't pay the rent there if you haven't been able to pay the electricity or gas, and likely the water either, right?" I rub your back. "Now, when I say Mrs. Anderson can get you changed, what I really mean, is I am sure you are old enough to change yourself, but she'll be there if you need something this time around. Because sometimes girls need things, right?" He didn't want to get specific as it would likely just embarrassed her if he spelled it out to her. "The police are probably on their way here to talk about what to do with you, or they're sending a CPS officer. If you try to run, they will catch you, and you will end up with complete strangers, honey."
  12. Seeing that you were going to continue to fight me even though I tried to just hold you, and it wasn't working, I decided you needed to realize how serious this situation was, so with calculation, I swatted your leg twice as you started to lift off my lap, I having allowed it so I could aim at your leg and then pulled you back into my lap. "Stop it," I said in a hoarse whisper. "Do you not see the counselor is on the phone? Now, there is no way you are leaving her by yourself. We need to get your parents, or you will end up leaving with either myself or the counselor, or if necessary, the police so they can put you in a safe place until we find your parents!" Patting your wet thighs, I sighed. "Look, I know you need to change your pants, and we will do that, as soon as we figure out what is going to happen to you. As matter of fact, once the counselor is done on the phone, how about I ask her if she'll get the nurse to bring you some clean stuff, and then the counselor can help you. She's a woman, and I'll step out long enough for you to change your pants. Maybe that will make you happier."
  13. Though Larry had told her that he would be there, and that he wanted her to hurry, he knew what it meant to ask a girl to hurry. He had a mother and a sister, and he remembered how they always said they were hurrying, but it was always like they took forever, something told him, that there was no way she had gone into the toilet. He didn't push her though. She said she went, so without any proof, he couldn't accuse her of not going when she was told to. Maybe she had gone when he was in church. He could only hope. "Great!" he told her when she said that a taco place would be good. "Well, we need to head that way, but I also had a talk with a church leader, and well, let's just say he was very understanding when I told him that I have a child that needs a bit of care after being abused and doesn't want to go back to abusive fosters," he told her. "So, he asked me if you had everything, and I told him that honestly, you barely had any clothes at all, and you are a little lady, and you may need some stuff soon associated with girls, and so he lent me a few dollars to get you some needed things." Larry smiled at her. "So, after we have lunch, we are going to see what kinds of things you still need that I wasn't able to get for you yet. Tomorrow, I'll be interviewing for a teaching position as well, so once I get that, then I can pay the church leader back, and we'll be able to get you everything you need." He led her on the bus to go where he knew a taco place was on the way back to the motel.
  14. I'm thinking about getting back to this one and cleaning it up a bit as I do. Thank you for showing interest in it. I do like the story, but I've just sort of realized that it was getting away from me, and was starting to become inconsistent. So, please forgive me as I try to rewrite it a bit to clean it up before I go on with it. I'll probably just use the same thread through, and just post it after this message.
  15. "Church was fine," Larry smiled at her. "And I've talked to some people at church who will help me get what I need settled to make sure you don't go back to the abusive home, okay?" He reached down to help her up to her feet. Sniffing at her, not fully trusting she was able to use the toilet on her own without asking someone, he helped her get her bag and put it on her shoulder. "Why don't we take you to the bathroom before we head off to get lunch?" he smiled at her. "We don't need you getting upset on the bus because you couldn't make it where we are going, sweetheart." He put a caring, but firm hand on her shoulder to direct her towards the bathrooms whether she tried to insist she had gone before or not. He had been in the foster care system himself, and while some people were good to you, some, like was obviously her case judging from she chose to wet herself several times when he had gotten her, and who had been fighting him about using the toilet during the last night.... He wasn't convinced she knew that she had a right to use the toilet. Would you like something from a burger place, a pizza place, or a Taco place?" he asked her just before they made it to a girls' room. "Now, I'll be right outside, here, honey, and when you are done, we can go eat, okay?" He did pat her bottom as if lightly patting her playfully so she wouldn't catch on to his real aim was to see if she had leaked in her pants.
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