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A/N sorry I really screwed up in the order of posted chapters, thank you Microsoft office word for confusing me. *me feeling humiliated*
I push Mako out the door before my dad could catch us kissing. He looked through the little window and made a heart with his hands. I giggled and smiled, he is such a dork. "Korra? How did the appointment with Doctor McCarthy go?" My mom asked from behind me, she was obviously spying on me and Mako. "I have to tell you and Dad what she told me." My mother looked worried, of course she still loved me. Just a little, she loved me enough not to abort me anyway. My mother has told me dozens of times that my dad had tried to make her get an abortion. Yes, that is correct, my father wanted to kill me when I was still inside my mother, of course this news wouldn't upset him in the least. "TORNAQ GET DOWN HERE!" She yelled upstairs to my father.
Mom, Dad, The dialysis has stopped working. It shouldn't be so difficult to say, but it is and the words get caught in my throat. My parents stared expectantly at me until they read it in my face. I didn't have much time left. My Mom ran around the table and threw her arms around me with tears streaming down her face, I guess she does care about me. My dad though remained cold as stone, no emotions. "Get out." I stare at him incredulously. "Excuse me Dad?" He glares at me with utter hatred and loathing. "Get Out, our daughter doesn't have these issues that you have. I want her back." I kept staring at him with my eyes bugged out of my head. "You were a mistake; we never should have adopted you. You're more trouble than you were ever worth, Get out of our house." My mom just hugged me tighter. I could feel anger and betrayal rise within my heart towards my father, if he even is my real father.
"What did you just say?" I'm adopted; you've got to be fucking kidding me. This joke isn't fucking funny. But I guess it's not a joke because Mr. Johnston is serious as the plague; he's kicking me out. It's weird that I can switch from calling him Dad to Mr. Johnston though; I guess it's because he never really felt like a father to me. I feel the tears coming and there is no way in hell that I am going to let him see me cry. I pry my mom's arms from around me and run upstairs, rip out my suitcases and stuff all of my clothes along with my stuffed husky, named for my old dog Naga, inside. Next I take the coffee cans, socks and piggy banks out from underneath my bed. All full of my ten dollar allowances from the last ten years. I had a fifteen dollar allowance but I used the extra five dollars from every week to pay for Christmas and birthday presents for my parents, or books and clothing for myself. I'm good a budgeting… Don't ask me why because I don't know. I stuff all of my money in the bottom of my large duffle bag. I place the plush electric blue pillow on top of it and my thick black blanket on top of the pillow. I then grabbed the bus fare that I needed from beside my bed. This would be enough to get me away from here. I still fight off tears as I pile my three bags beside me on the bus. After only moments did I relent and let my grief crush me. I cried quietly to myself. My family abandoned me, plain and simple and that hurts, it breaks my heart. All because of my medical problems, everyone leaves; they can't deal with knowing that I'm dying. But then I freeze, because an all too familiar hand is on my shoulder.
"Mako?" He squeezes my shoulder. "Are you okay Kor?" I shake my head before I can stop myself. No, I'm not okay, far from it. I guess he hasn't put two and two together yet. "My dad just kicked me out of our house and then he told me that they never should have adopted me. He said I caused more trouble than I'm worth. I HATE Him!" My words came out a blubbering mass. I heard a phrase to describe that once, oh yeah, word vomit. He sat down in the seat beside me. His arms formed a protective circle around me.
"I love you Korra, you know that right? You're worth all the trouble in the world and then some, and believe me; I wouldn't trade you for anyone or anything." I look up and stare into his amber eyes, they are bottomless, as if I can see into a crystal clear pond; I never noticed before.
"I love you too." The words tumble out of my mouth in a mess and he lifts his hand to my face, he wipes away the streams of tears that flow over my cheeks. I feel as if this moment would go on forever he leans forward and brushes his lips against mine softly. I wish that we could stay frozen in this moment.
The bus grinds to a halt and he unwinds his arms from around me. "C'mon Kor. Let's go home." I tilt my head in confusion; did he not hear me earlier? "You're staying at my house." I looked at him quietly as he takes my hand. He grabs my large duffle bag and suitcase in one hand and I pickup my backpack.
"Dad, Bo, I'm home." Mr. Anderson walked into the entryway and immediately noticed me, standing behind his son. "Dad, This is Korra, my girlfriend." Mr. Anderson openly stared at me, it was making me self-conscious until Mako cleared his throat. His dad snapped up to look at him instead. "Korra is going to stay in our guest room, as soon as it is cleared out. If that's alright with you." He nodded curtly and then looked back to me. "I apologize for staring Korra, it's just that lunatic here doesn't ever bring home girls to meet me." I smiled and nodded slowly. "Well I'm going to hazard a guess that most girls don't get kicked out of their house for being adopted by their own father." He just stared at me with curiosity now. When Mako turned to me. "For tonight though you can use my room and I'll bunk on the couch."I started to protest about how he should sleep in his own bed and that I'll use the couch but he cut me off. "Kor, I'm trying to be a gentleman."