I sighed as I walked to a club that my friend worked at. It was like a pool hall thing but sold alcohol, and that's just what I need. My name Is Rosemarie Hathaway, but everyone calls me Rose, and you will too. I am fifteen going sixteen in a few days. I've been moved from foster home to foster home since I was about three months old. My parents never wanted me, that's for sure, they never visited and my compiler said that they did, but if they did, then the would off come to see me years ago, right?
I sighed as I saw Adrian behind the bar. He came over to me and smiled.
"What can I get you, Rosie?" I've been on my own for about four years now. I ran fro my foster home because the dad was an abusive bastered, well to me anyway. I didn't get in contact with anyone from that life, and Adrian helped me by giving me money for a hotel room. He was like a brother I never had.
"Vodka? Beer?" I said hopefully but he rolled his eyes, placing orange juice in front of me.
"Your still fifteen, you shouldn't even be here." he sighed as he looked at me closely. "or drinking." I shrugged.
"Don't see the harm." I walked out of the club then, and was going to take a shortcut home, through an ally way. But that's when I heard a scream and a cry.
I don't know what made me, but I ran to the source of the cry. I saw a rich girl with blonde hair and green eyes and a snaky boy standing over her, hitting her. I jumped at the guy, knocking him away from the girl and winched when he slapped me.
"You little bitch!" he yelped and tried to backhand me but I flipped him over and smashed his head on the ground and punched his face until he was unconscious. I then ran over to the girl and sighed, helping her up.
"Are you okay?" I asked her and she nodded and winched. I pulled her up and let her lean on me and signalled a cab. The driver helped put the girl in the car and he sped off to the hospital. I tried handing him my last ten dollars, but the driver refused and helped me take the girl out of the car and I ran into the emergency room.
The doctors took her off me and helped her. Then they turned to me and asked what happened and who was she, but I shook my head because I didn't really know. At about six in the morning the girl was allowed to go, and we got in a cab and she told the driver her address. When we came to a stop, I tried not to winch as I gave the driver my last few dollars. I helped the girl up the steps of her house.
Wow, she was RICH!"I'm Lissa, by the way." I smiled and looked at her.
"Rose." I knocked on the door and a butler opened the door and allowed us in and a tall woman that looked like Lissa, came running down the hall.
"Sweetie? Where have you been? I was so worried when you didn't com home last night!" se enfolded her daughter in a hug.
"Sorry Mom, but I was attacked, and Rose helped me." Lissa's mother looked over at me.
"Thank you." she said her eyes filling with tears. "I'll never be able to repay you."
"No need." I said figuring a way I was going to be able to go home.
"At least let us drive you home." Lissa insisted. Halleluiah. I nodded my head and we drove to my home. It was half eight by the time we got there.
They followed me to my crappy room.
"I'm sorry for the crap-iness of the room, but it's all I can afford." I had to bump my door open and I let them in. it was dirty and ugly and I slept on the cot instead of the bed because it was filthy. Lissa and her mother looked at me.
"You live here?" Lissa said almost fainting. I nodded and offered them to sit on the cot but the shook their head.
"Yea, since I was twelve." I sighed.
"And your…" Lissa asked.
"Fifteen."
"You've been on your own for Four five years?" Lissa's mother exclaimed. "Where are your parent?"
"No I've been on my own all my live. And my parents?" I shrugged 'cause I didn't know where they were.
"Where are they?" asked Lissa.
"I don't know, I've been in foster care since I was three months." I shrugged as if to say 'no big deal'.
"Where are your foster parents?" Lissa asked me.
"I ran away." I shrugged and sighed.
"At least let me give you a home, Rose. You deserve that, and we owe you." I looked at the woman and smiled, almost laughed.
"I have a home."
"no you have somewhere to live, but that's not a home, Rose. A home is were your loved and are cared for." I shrugged and so allowed them to pick up my single rook sake and picked it up and threw it into the trunk of the car.
"I'm so happy your staying with us Rose."