Peter
    After that argument everything changes. She’s always in my mind, always. Maybe she really was right I mean what she сказал(-а) about things getting better makes sense even if it’s hard to. Life is hard, she was right. I mean Carl and Anne aren’t so bad. Having the other kids in the house isn’t that bad either. I just can’t get Kristen out of my head, she reached out to me and cared when no one else did, because of her I don’t feel like I’m losing it all the time. Every time I see her at school I hide behind the crowds, I’ll admit I’m ashamed of hiding but I don’t want to face her.
    I’m walking through the along this path through the woods that connects these two neighborhoods (its one of my Избранное things about Carl and Anne’s home) one evening. I was getting ready to turn around and head Главная when I heard someone crying. There’s a log about 10 feet off the path and she’s sitting there sobbing. I know it’s her, Kristen, because of the way her beautiful blonde hair shines in the moonlight. Her whole body shakes as she cries. I walk slowly up behind her and sit Далее to her; she hardly notices или seems to care. I almost speak when she lays her head on my shoulder and sobs some more. I want to comfort her so I stroke her hair it’s all I can really do. Finally I look down at her face and there are some small bruises on her cheeks. I want to ask her something when she speaks up, this will be our секунда time speaking and its kind of an awkward situation.

Kristen
    It’s so weird he found me here considering he’s the one I wanted to see, I wanted to tell him I lied, life doesn’t improve it only gets worse. My mom had some tests and the baby is going to be autistic, an autistic baby girl. Jim gets beating my face as if trying not to hide it, he hits harder too. I want out but that’s so selfish with a baby on the way, I need to protect her. Stacy, that’s what I’ve been calling her secretly. Tonight it all seems to crash down on me and I run from Главная and end up sitting on a log sobbing. That’s when he shows up. I must look so bad, and I don’t help anything by leaning on his shoulder and crying more. He doesn’t push me away and I don’t know why.
“Peter, I lied.”
“About what?” he asks.
“Life doesn’t get better…” I have to bite my lip from saying еще even though I have nothing else to say.
“Sooner или later it does, it might not always seem so but if Ты try you’ll make it through this.” His eyes still aren’t that midnight blue that twinkles but there not that depressing grey anymore either.
“You look better,” I change the subject before I can blurt out the whole story.
“I was having a hard time too” he practically whispers
The Далее thing I knew I was blurting out the whole story, I had never shared that with anybody, not even James. Then I started begging him not to call social services.
“I should” he says
“Please, I have to protect Stacy, please please please don’t!” I plead.
“Stacy?” he asks
“The baby, my mom’s baby, I’ve got to protect her.” Because I do, it’s up to me since my mom is so blinded.
“They’ll help her too” Peter holds his ground.
“I’m afraid to leave,” I don’t know why I’m so scared and why I сказал(-а) it but it’s the truth.
“I should probably admit that I had no idea that your life was so complicated I thought Ты where just another rich girl, everything perfect.” Peter’s eyes have disbelief written all over them.
“What about you, what’s the deal with you?” he seemed caught off card by the question, but I was going to get my answer.
“Well, my parents were never Главная always off gambling, then one день my mom was Главная so I went to our neighbors and when I came back she was passed out and my 10 год old sister was dead on the couch, strangled. When the police showed up, I was so numb. I didn’t care about anything. Then after the court case when, my mom was put in jail from murder and my dad from possession of illegal drugs, I got put in foster homes. It was horrible, I was only 14 then. All the foster parents kept telling me to call them mom или dad, или they where trying to be my best friend before I even knew what they’re house looked like. Then I get sent to Janie’s house and I got better, she really seemed like my mom. But my social worker Mrs. Martha decided that I need to branch out, she was just so bitter, she is so bitter!” he stopped to breathe for a second. “Now I’m with Carl and Anne and a bunch of other kids. I had just been moved a week before we spoke. I felt like I had Janie taken away from me just like my sister, my sister’s name was Casey.”
Wow I had no idea he had such a history. “Peter, I don’t want to be put in foster care. I want to stay at home.”
He сказал(-а) that he didn’t know why I wanted to stay so bad but decided in the end that I shouldn’t have to be moved forcefully. He also decided that if I wasn’t leaving he wasn’t and just like that he was a permanent part of my life….not that that’s a problem.