RPOV
"Daddy, when is mommy coming home with the little girl."Darcy squeled as we sat in the livingroom waiting for Helen to get back with our new daughter Clare.
Just last year we found out Helen is no longer able to have kids after a car accident and so we decided to adopt a little girl.
Darcy had been pestering us about wawnting a little sister and surprisingly Helen wasn't upset about not being able to have kids.
She even suggested adoption, saying there are all those kids in the world who don't have homes so why not give them one.
"Darcy sweetie, mommy is on her way home, and her name is Clare, you will be nice to her, remember what daddy told you."I smiled as I sat my 8 year old daughter down on my lap.
"Yes, you said that we can never mention, Clare's real family in front of her and to never bring up why she was put up for adoption."Darcy sighed and I looked at her.
"And do you know why she was put up for adoption."I asked and she nodded. "You told me that, her mommy was kileld by her daddy, after Clare told her mommy that her daddy touched herr inbetween her legs and hurt her, and then you said her daddy tried to hurt Clare and he was taken away from her and sent away to where the bad people go."Darcy said sadly and I nodded.
"Now, since Clare is so young, her mind is going to block out those memories and it'll keep her from breaking down, remember when that doctor came here to talk to us about Clare last week."I asked and she nodded.
"Well the doctor said that if we ever tell her, we need to do at an age where she will understand and where her mind can handle the stress."I said and heard a car door close outside.
"Don't worry daddy, I'll treat her like she's my real sister."Darcy smiled and the front door opened and Helen came in carrying 3 pink suitcases.
I guess she bought those for Clare. But when we first saw Clare, her social worker said she didn't have much clothes, so I guess Helen went and bought her some.
"We're home."Helen smiled and walked into the livingroom. "Um, Helen, sweetie, where is Calre."I said noticing Clare was not with her.
"What she's right."Helen said stepping out of the way but saw that Clare was not behind her like she thought.
We walked into the foyer to see Clare still outside standing at least a foot away from the bottom of the front steps just staring up that door frame, while clutching a little black, orange, and yellow stuffed dragon to her chest.
I noticed she had a little ring on her left hand ring finger and a silver rhinestone cross necklace around her neck.
Wait, Helen gave her a purity ring. Why she's only 3 years old. "Helen did you give her a purity ring."I whispered to Helen as Darcy walked out of the house and over to Clare, who was only like 2''4 while Darcy was like 4''8, which was pretty tall for an 8 year old girl.
"Yeah, I figured if Darcy has one now, why not give one to Clare, and when she's older we can explain to her what it means."Helen said and I nodded my head.
I looked at Darcy who was kneeling in front of Clare, trying to get her to talk, but Clare didn't seem to be paying attention.
That's odd, she was still staring up at the door frame. She looked terrified and she clutched the stuffed dragon closer to her chest.
When Darcy tried to pull her arms away from her chest, Clare flipped and yanked her tiny arms away and spun around.
She climbed back into the car and just sat there a blank exspression on her little angelic face.
Darcy turned around and gave me a confused and hurt look.
"Don't worry baby girl, she just needs time to get used to here, it's a big change for her."I said trying to convince Darcy.
And myself.
CPOV
I didn't want to go in.
Mommy and daddy told me to never believe in what 'God' says.
Daddy always said that, God wasn't real, that he was just a myth.
I didn't know what to say, but I just agreed with him.
So when that lady put that cross on my neck I was repulsed, but I couldn't tell her that, then I wouldn't have a home.
The necklace was, basically it felt like it was burning me.
I know that sounds weird, but it was.
When we showed up at that house, I was terrified.
It reaked of holyness.
I could only stare at the doorway.
I only felt comfortable in the car, or standing a foot away from the steps.
If I took one more step near that house I would sufficate, I would die, I would burn.
I know this seems weird, but when I looked at that house, I heard voices, telling me not to go in, to turn and run away.
So when that brown haired girl, who I was told name was Darcy, pulled on my arms to take me inside, I yanked away and hid in the car.
I didn't like it here, I wanted to be home with mommy and daddy.
It's odd though, I wanted to be home, but it didn't seem like a home anymore.
Something happened there, but I couldn't remember what.
I asked Mrs. Edwards, but she told me it wasn't safe there and that's it.
She never said anything more.
The only thing I had left of my real life was this stuffed dragon that mommy and daddy got me when I was born.
I've had it ever since.
When Mrs. Edwards came to pick me up from the building for kids without homes, shehad these pink suitcases filled with clothes for me.
I didn't like it.
She put me in this outfit, that was to colorful for my liking.
She made me put on a pair of dark blue pants that were to tight and a pink shirt with hearts on it and a long pink shirt underneath.
She gave me grey fuzzy boots with a buttin in them and a blue plaid jacket.
I was okay with the boots but she had me put on item after item.
She gave me a light jean vest and a cross necklace.
I'm pretty good at reading, so when she have me a ring with a heart on it and a cross inside the heart, with words that said, 'true ove waits'.
Whatever that means.
She gave me a pink back pack filled with coloring books, and little people storybooks.
She tried to talk to me on the drive to her house, but I never replied.
I had nothing to say to her.
To anyone.
If I did, they would never listen, they wouldn't understand me.
Not like mommy and daddy did.
Daddy would read to me at night and tuck me in.
That's I remebered him doing.
Mommy would take me to the park and do my hair.
Both of them would paint and color with me.
If I did something wrong they wouldn't scream and yell, they would just explain to me right and wrong and make me sit in the corner for 5 minutes.
Now mommy and daddy are gone, I never got to say good-bye.
I sat in that car for hours that day.
They tried to get me out, but I just wouldn't budge.
I finally went in, when it was time for bed.
I had to share a room with Darcy, but when they were all asleep I snuck out of the room, and went in slept in the car.
Mr. and Mrs. Edwards were frantic looking for me.
I was surprised that when they found me they didn't scream or spank me.
They just brought me up to my room and talked to me.
I didn't listen I just glared at the floor.
I hate it here.
I want to go home and as soo nas I'm old enough I will be home.
With mommy and daddy, in my house, were I'm not terrified to sleep inside.