Hope you guys like this, there are some errors but I'm working on getting them out. I could also use someone to beta this fanfic for me. Enjoy
I sat in our yard under a great oak tree that my family had planted when I was little, I lived a happy life, but when my mom died everything changed. I have been living with my dad for about five years since my mom died and for a while it was okay, but then my dad started to beat me for doing something wrong. Sometimes I would even get into trouble for talking; eventually I just stopped talking altogether because I was afraid of what might happen if I talked to my dad. Today was a happy day though; I was finally going to leave my home. Not because someone reported child abuse but because my dad was caught doing drugs and now has to go to prison for five years or more, depending on how well he behaves. Though knowing him he would probably be in there for a lot longer.
It was a warm summer day, the wind lightly ruffling my blonde hair. Looking up at the sky I smiled. I loved warm summer days. They would remind me of all the great times I had when I was younger and still had a family that cared for me.
As I was sitting I saw this person walk by my house, his hair was a dark brown, he wore orange basketball shorts, and a blue T-Shirt that was all I could see of him. I remember seeing him at park the past year and heard that he was adopted. I lived in a big house, I came from a wealthy family and sometimes I thought my dad only married my mom for her money because he never said that he loved her except when he wanted something.
The house was surrounded by a big fence that was meant to keep people out and sometimes that was nice but other times I wish someone would have been able to see my dad beating me. However because of my speech problem I am not able to tell anyone, I mean I want to talk and all but I have just been beaten so much that when I try to talk it either hurts or no words come out and then I look stupid. I can write really well so I guess I could write a note to someone telling them but they can't do much with a note as they could have written it.
I sat there and thought about what my new home would look like. I had never been inside of an orphanage before but I imagined what it might look like from all the movies I saw even though most of the movies where Japanese as my mom wanted me to learn it. I pictured the home looking like a big house, like mine but with smaller rooms and with everyone sharing the same bedroom, of course the girls and the boys would be separate. Then there would be the dining room where we would all eat meals, it wouldn't be the same as with my family because our family meals got out of hand sometimes with us playing with our food our with us talking about stuff that had no business at the table. I laughed at the memory but it faded quickly when I saw my dad come walking towards me, I didn't get up I just sat there wondering why my dad was coming over to me, not sure what he was going to talk about. But when he got close to me he stopped and turned around.
I could tell that he was sad but he has to pay for what he did. After he left I continued to think about what my new home would look like. I thought about everything that might be in my new home, even how the older woman would look, if it was an older woman, I remember from some movies that it was sometimes a man but it was always an older man or woman. I sat there thinking about how my life would change, I mean I was leaving the state and heading to another. The cops thought it best that if I left the state my dad wouldn't be able to find me if my dad ever got out. I was going to a warmer state and I love the heat, but I hear that it's in the hundreds most of the summer and that is too hot for me. I finally got up and walked around for a while until it was lunchtime, I thought I would go eat somewhere away from my house but the more I thought about the more I realized that I needed access to some money to get anything. I soon saw our maid Martha, though I didn't think of her as a maid more like another family member. I stood up patting my shorts to get the dirt off of them then running over to her.
"You doing okay today?" she asked in a soft tone.
I nodded my head and smiled back at her.
I could tell she would miss me, even though I didn't talk she always liked to go places with me during the times she didn't work. I was like the son she wishes she could have. We often went to a new movie out. She was also the person who thought me to read and write as well as I can. I have never gone to public school so that will be new to me
"Do you like the clothes that I laid out for you today?" she asked still in a soft tone.
I nodded again this time with an even bigger smile, I was wearing a funny T-Shirt that she had gotten me a year before and even though I have had it for almost a year it still fits and it still looks good. The T-Shirt read, "I may not talk, but that doesn't mean I don't have a lot on my mind" it's light blue, not that light blue you see on all the girl shirts now days but it was a little darker than that. I was wearing jean shorts, they were dark blue and that was the color I liked. I was also wearing a white pare of thongs, it wasn't really formal but she figured that today I could dress in casual attire. I glanced at me watch and saw it was only ten AM. I took out my notebook of my pocket that I wrote in when I was scared or wanted to talk to someone. I wrote her a quick note then I handed it to her. She took the note from my hand with a smile and proceeded to read it, the note read "Do you think you could take me to the playground to play?" She smiled.
"Sure, but I have to finish doing my work around here,"
I smiled and nodded then wrote something else. "Do you want me to help you, it would make it go by faster?" then I gave her the note. She took the note and then read it, I saw her eye's smile, I could tell this was kind of a shock to her, I was never allowed to help her because she was a maid and that was her job. Although when my mom was alive I could have, but I was too young back then to help with much of anything.
"I would love that," she said. You can help me take down the clothing. She was taking down the cloths of the cloths line. She would lower the line and I would undo the clips and get the cloths putting them in the basket, I am not sure if it went much faster but I enjoyed being able to help her. After we got all the clothing down we went to my room and put them in my suitcase. My room was big; it was the size of a master bedroom in all the movies, not the princess and queen movies but the average size of a wealthy kid. I was going to miss this room; I spent so much time in here. Sometimes I would just come to my room if I wanted to be a lone, though that often didn't work out because the maid, well Martha was her real name, wait I already told you that... anyway, Martha would often come into my room to see what was going on and I couldn't say no to her or not talk to her; not because I would get into trouble if I didn't but I just could not talk to her, now by talking I mean writing notes.
After we finished packing up my gear we took it out of the room, on the way out of my bedroom I looked in it one last time, somehow I knew I would be back one day, but until then I had to leave my room with all the good and bad memories I have had in there. Once we left the room I walked down the stairs and into the main room, it was wide and big, we had little flower plants in the room to make it look good and smell nice.
Setting my gear down in front or the door I then walked out the door with Martha. We got into her car, I wasn't sure what brand it was but it was nice, her car like our house was always clean, we used to joke about her being OCD and then a year later we found out that she was, so we stopped teasing her about it. I got into the front seat of her car, I was about 4 foot six I got in the car and closed the door, and then I did my seat belt. I often rode with her because I liked her car, my mom and dad's car, now my dad's is a little too big me for. I looked out the window as she backed the car up and then started towards the front gate. Once she got to the gate she had to open the Window and reach her arm out to enter the passcode that we used on it, only my dad, myself and her knew this code, but it was really simple, so simple that I was thinking someone might have figured it out but if they have they haven't used it.
While we were on the road there I continued to look out the window. I was worried about if the other kids would like me or not, I read and saw a lot of movies where the kids are mean to the new kid and I did not want that to happen to me. We were in the car for a good twenty minutes before we got to the park. Once at the park I went over to the swings, I loved to swing on them, sometimes I would scare Martha by going too high. Once I got high enough I would jump off the swing, Martha taught me to do that last year. I saw her looking at me and smiling, she was always smiling, and I am guessing that is because she is a happy person however I knew that she also had her sad days. I was going to miss her a lot, she protected me so many times from my dad, onetime she said she was going to talk to me about something bad I did and we ended up going to the park and playing. Or when my dad would come home after drinking I would hide in my room with her playing a card game and when dad would ask what we were doing she'd lie and say something else. One time I even asked her if I could live with her, but I was really young and forgot that she lives in a small house. But she still told me no in a nice way.
"Hey kiddo, we have to get going, I want to take you somewhere to eat one last time," she said still in a soft tone. Her tone was always soft, even when it was with my dad. I walked over to her and smiled and she smiled back. We walked over to her car and got in. I sat in the front seat again while she drove. The place we were going was one of my favorite places to go eat, not because of the food, but because she was there with me, and that made all the difference. Once we got to the place we both got out of the car and walked up the big building, there were many floors. They have had to expand the place a few times because of all the business they get. As we walked through the door, the light was rather dark, they had the lights turned down to save power because they had the AC on. Once in there we walked up to the counter and I looked up at the menu, I quickly saw what I wanted and wrote it on in my notebook and handed her the notebook. She took it from my hands and read it, and then she told the woman at the counter what I wanted,
"Can we please get a small hamburger, a small drink, and a kid's meal?" Martha asked.
"Sure," your total today is nine dollars. Martha took some money out of her pocket and handed it to the woman. We got our number and found a table that we wanted to sit at; it only took about ten minutes for our number to get called. Martha got up and got our food, she then brought it back to the table and we started eating, I grabbed my hamburger and started to eat it. While we were eating we talked about what I thought my new life was going to be like, well I wrote about it… After talking we finally finished eating and threw away our food then we thanked the people for the food and left. It was now about twelve thirty and I still had about two and a half hours till I had to go. Once we got home it was about one fifteen so I went up to my room and got some final things that I might want to keep with me. After that I walked out of the room and then down the stairs into the main room. Martha was there still smiling, but I knew she was trying not to cry, I was doing the same. I smiled and wrote in my notebook again, "Do you want to watch some TV with me for a while?" asked. Then I gave her the notebook and she read the note.
"Sure, I guess we could watch some TV for awhile," she said. We both walked over to the living room and sat down on the couch. We watched TV until about a quarter till three and then I had to make sure I had everything ready. Once I made sure I had everything ready the social worker was at the front door. Martha opened the front door and I saw a young woman walk through the door, she wasn't very tall, about Marta's height so about five six. She was wearing a nice suite, her hair was cut down to her neck and it was blonde, she was wearing a pair of high heels that were black.
"Are you Naruto?" the woman asked.
"I nodded my head,"
"Do you talk?" she asked trying not to sound rude.
I shook my head with a frown on my face.
The woman smiled and then directed her attention to Martha.
"Has he always been this quiet, or is he just shy?" she asked.
Martha shook her head, "I am not sure what happened if it was before or after I came to work for their family but I have never heard a word out of Naruto, I was guessing that he is just shy," Martha replied. Martha and I didn't tell anyone anything that was going on at home, plus we really didn't have much to go off of.
The woman nodded her head, I will give you two a few minutes more a lone to say goodbye and all. The woman then exited the room out to the front yard. I stood there for a few seconds until I leaped into Martha's arms. We both hugged each other, I have tears running down my face, She put me down after a few minutes, I then did something never done ever since my mom died, I hear Neal down on one knee and I put my lips to her ear's and I whispered "Thanks for everything… Martha." I looked at her face and I saw her crying also, I think me talking kind of surprised her, I mean she had never heard me talk before, I even forgot the sound of my own voice because I hadn't talked in so long.
"Y… you can talk?"
I nodded my head, and took out my notebook and wrote "A little, but sometimes it really hurts or nothing comes out, this time it just really hurt but it was worth it," then I handed her the notebook.
"Oh okay, well thanks for talking for me, that means a lot, I am guessing you don't want me to tell anyone you can talk?" she asked.
I nodded my head with a smile. Just after I did that I heard the door opening, I dried my tears and Martha did the same.
"I'm afraid it's time," the woman said.
I grabbed my things and then I left the room with the woman. I didn't want to look back and see Martha crying. I went to open the back seat of the car and got it, and put what I had with me on the seat next to me. I was a little tired from everything I did today so I rested my back up against the seat. I wasn't thinking about what my new life would be like anymore, I just thought about Martha and how much I would miss her.
