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"Let's go, Cassandra! Now!" Cassie's mom shouted up the stairs. Cassie grunted.
"I'm almost done, mom! Hang on a minute!" Cassie responded from her room. Her mom rolled her eyes.
"You can go downstairs and wait with the others; I just have to do one last thing." I told Cassie. She's the one waiting for me. Only because I'm more of a girly person and she's more….tomboy. She's not the type to take an hour to get ready.
"Hurry, Em. My mom's getting real impatient." Cassie warned me.
"Ok, all ready." I said, walking out of Cassie's room with Cassie. We walked down the stairs to see Dacey and Cassie's parents all waiting.
"Sorry, she was waiting for me." I explained. Cassie's mom nodded and we all walked to the car.
The first stop of the day was the Town Hall. We were going to ask where to pick up adoption papers to adopt Emily Carnicelli, A.K.A. me. When we got inside, there were several offices on the floor, elevators and service desks. We approached a blonde haired woman with a nametag that said 'Carla' on it, who was chewing gum at the moment.
"Excuse me, but I was just wondering where I could pick up adoption papers to fill out for these two young ladies." Cassie's mom spoke up. Carla the gum-chewer looked up from her computer screen and just stared for a moment.
"Sure, let me get those for you." Carla the gum chewer answered, opening a drawer near her knees and took out a packet about three pages long.
"Just fill this out, get it signed by her old parents or guardians, and return it within ten days." Carla explained. Cassie's mom didn't respond.
"Well, we can't really do that. My mom is dead and my dad abused me, that's why she's picking these up for us.
"Well that's terrible. If you can't get both parent signatures for whatever reason, like say, they both died in a recent accident or something, then you're going to have to take up the issue with either my boss or the head of the orphanage." Carla explained. Cassie's mom nodded.
"We'll go to your boss." Carla nodded and picked up the office phone. She pressed a few buttons then waited for the other end to pick up.
"Yeah, Ms. Calvery? I got some people here with some problems on their adoption forms. They need to see you." Carla explained into the phone.
"Yeah, mom's dead, dad's abusive." She said into the phone. She nodded and hung up.
"Alright, Ms Calvery will be waiting for you. Second floor, room 205." Carla the gum chewer explained.
"Thanks." Cassie's mom said. Carla waved it off and we went to find room 205. Once we did, we knocked on the door.
"Come in." We heard a soft female voice direct us. So Cassie's mom opened the door and we all walked in.
"Oh, my. What a crowd!" A lady with long brown hair currently tied in a bun. She smiled and told us to take a seat anywhere. Cassie's parents sat in the two chairs facing the desk, me and Dacey pulled up a few chairs and Cassie shared a chair with me.
"So, what seems to be the problem here, Ms. Carnicelli?" The lady asked me, checking a post-it note that I'm guessing had our names on it.
"Well, I'm not sure you're going to want to hear all of it, but long story short, my mom is dead and my dad abused and raped me. So my friend Cassie and her kind family are taking me and my sister Dacey in." I explained. It wasn't exactly long story short, but it wasn't as long as the full story. Ms. Calvery nodded and scribbled something down on a notepad.
"Can you tell me why or how your mother died? And when?" She asked, I nodded.
"Well, she died when I was just four and my sister was only a baby. My dad murdered her but lied to me and said she did that to herself and he was only trying to stop her." I explained. Ms. Calvery looked shocked, and then scribbled something else down on her notepad.
"Well, I'm so sorry for your loss! I feel so bad for you," She said, before getting down to business. She folded her hands and placed them on her desk.
"Well, in conditions like yours and your sisters, there's not many ways to go. If the parent at home is abusive, there may be a high chance he'll be violent about it. And we don't want that. So, in the case that neither parent agrees or is able to sign an adoption form, the case is going to have to go to court. The father is also going to have to go to court for rape and child abuse." Ms. Calvery explained. We nodded and started to set up a date for court.
After we were done there, we went to the hardware store and picked out paints for mine and Dacey's rooms. After choosing the colors we wanted, we went to the furniture store and picked out all the furniture we would need. We figured that if their dad went to jail, they could just take the furniture out of their old rooms and put it in the new ones. I shook my head no at the idea.
"I want all that stuff destroyed. I'm sorry, I can't deal with anything from that place anymore, I don't want it." I refused. Dacey agreed with me and Cassie's parents understood. They weren't worried about money because Cassie's great grandparents owned a major beer company back in the twenties, and her parents inherited all the money. They were loaded. We got next-day delivery on everything and hired painters for our rooms. My walls were going to be blue with painted clouds and birds flying over the ocean, like a mural. Dacey's was going to be yellow with pink heart polka dots.
The reason I picked a mural of birds flying high as the clouds over the ocean is because it's a symbol of freedom, which I now have. Dacey isn't as interested in symbolizing her room as I am, so she just picks whatever is pretty. Cassie's room is lime green with purple diagonal stripes on her walls, and all of her stuff is matching her walls. Everything is also tomboy-themed; there's nothing too girly in her room at all. Just all her pet bugs, her pet hamster named Bear, her pet bird named Kira and different paintings and posters of bands she likes. My room is going to have an art easel in it, a stereo, king sized bed, a big dresser and a vanity set for my straightener, hair dryer, deodorant and makeup. And whatever else I need to make myself look good, of course.
Cassie, Dacey and I watched the painters set up in my room, and a few more in Dacey's room.
"Ooh, Emily, this is so exciting! It's going to be so awesome having you here for always!" Cassie squealed.
"I know! I can't wait to see how my wall mural turns out. And I can't wait to use my stereo and art easel after my room is all set up!" I squealed back.
"I know! It's going to be so awesome." Cassie said, in a normal pitched voice this time.
"Yeah, totally." I said, also in a normal voice.
Later that day, after mine and Dacey's rooms were both painted and dried, the furniture was delivered early. We were just finishing dinner when there was a knock on the door. Me and Cassie exchanged curious glances. Cassie's mom opened the door.
"Oh, hello boys! The furniture is here already? David, come and help these men bring the furniture up to the girls' rooms." Cassie's mom babbled. David, Cassie's dad, nodded and got up. He shook the delivery mens' hands and went to the truck to help with the furniture. Me, Cassie and Dacey cleaned up our plates and went upstairs to our rooms to direct where the furniture would go. I went to my room, the one they were filling first, and directed where to put everything, while Cassie stood next to me and helped me direct. Dacey went to her room and mapped out where she wanted her stuff to go.
Then finally, my easel came in. It was the last piece that I had. I told them to put it next to the window. They nodded and placed it next to my window, then proceeded to start putting stuff in Dacey's room. Me and Cassie stayed in my room and took a look around. It was really something. My walls were painted perfectly, all my furniture was placed perfectly, and I finally had my life back. I took a deep breath.
"I love it." I said softly. Cassie nodded then yawned.
"Well, listen Em, it's getting late so we'd better get to bed. You taking a shower?" Cassie asked. I nodded. She walked back into her own room and pulled out her PJs and changed. I got out my own PJs, and walked to the bathroom. I started up the water, setting it quite hot. I took my clothes off and for the next 15 minutes, relaxed and relieved all the day's stress. After I was done, I got my PJs on, brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I went back to my room and just sat on my new bed. I cupped my hands together and buried my head in them.
In her room, Cassie could hear a faint sound coming from the direction of Emily's room. She pulled the covers off and got out of bed. She walked into Emily's room to find that she was crying. Cassie sat beside Emily and comforted her, rubbing her hand over Emily's back.
I continued weeping as Cassie soothed me. It's that same thing that gets me every time. Soon the tears stopped falling, and Cassie dropped her hand to her side.
"You ok now?" She asks me. I nod.
"K then, goodnight." She told me softly.
"Night." I said, not moving. After Cassie went back to her room, I walked to Dacey's room. All her furniture was moved in and she was most likely ready for bed by now. I knocked once on her door and walked into her pink and yellow room. I walked over to her and tucked her in. I delicately kissed her forehead and walked back to my room. I crawled into my bed, equipped with a bedspread that had the same design as my walls. Birds flying with the clouds. There was grass instead of an ocean, though. I quickly drifted asleep.
Early the next morning, I woke up to my alarm loudly going off. I smacked it to turn it off and tiredly got out of bed. I walked over to my dresser, which I had already filled with my clothes, and picked out a purple striped long-sleeved shirt, black cotton vest to go over it, a black belt to go over the long sleeve shirt, and denim jeans. I changed into it and walked over to my vanity set. I started to warm up my curler instead of my straigtener, and started applying my makeup. As I was doing so, I heard Cassie's alarm go off. I smiled and laughed to myself as I recalled how much later than me she wakes up, because she requires so much less time than me to get ready in the morning. She doesn't have a vanity set, doesn't like makeup or fancying her hair. All she does is showers, dresses, brushes her teeth and gets her backpack together. Then breakfast, of course. I finished applying makeup and curling my hair, and then walked downstairs for breakfast. We always have cereal on school mornings, so we each poured ourselves a bowl.
After all three of us were ready for school, we got into Cassie's mom's car and she drove us to school. Once we got to the high school, Cassie and I got out of the car and waved goodbye to Cassie's mom. As we walked into school together, everyone asked us what was with the sudden change in routine. Why were we coming from the same car to school? They would ask. I explained that Cassie's family adopted me because I had personal issues with my dad, and so does my sister. Everyone knew that my mom somehow died when I was little, and they knew my dad and I had arguments a lot, but no one but Dacey, Cassie and Cassie's parents knew about getting abused, raped, and the way my mom really died. Somehow none of that really mattered to me much anymore. I mean, except my mom, but somehow….
Now that my life was better, I was more carefree.
What will happen with Emily's dad in court? Will he get what he deserves? Will Cassie's parents successfully adopt Emily and Dacey? Will I shut up? There's only one way to find out! Stay tuned for the next episode of Abused! Hahahahah. Episode. I meant chapter. HEhehe [X Review!
