"Are you hungry?" Emily asked, trying to start a conversation. Now that she thought about it, she realized that she had never had a kid stay at her apartment over night. If she was being completely honest, she didn't have much experience with kids at all, especially foster kids.

Bobbie was standing near the door, as far away from Emily as she possibly could. Now that she was actually in Emily's apartment, she questioned the whole idea of living here. During the car ride back to Emily's apartment, the FBI agent had constantly tried to get the young girl to disclose to her and to build a relationship, but Bobbie hadn't told her much. She was uncomfortable talking about her experiences, but first and foremost, she didn't want to bond with Emily.

She wasn't going to stay here, that's just how it was. Emily didn't want her to live here forever, she was just trying to be nice, but she wasn't helping at all. Bobbie didn't want to get close to her. She already knew what would happen if she would open up to Emily. She would trust Emily, get attached to her and get used to having someone take care of her and listen to her problems. She would get all comfortable and have something like a "normal" family life and then Emily would throw her out again and she she would be all by herself again in no time.

"No, thank you, I am fine. Actually, I am really tired, I think I will just go to bed, if you don't mind."

"Oh sure, you're right, it was a very long day… or in fact, it's already morning" Emily looked down at her, it was obvious that she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to address it.

"You know, you can talk to me about it if you want to. I mean… I know that we haven't even known each other for a full day, but I mean… I am here if you want or need to talk."

"Thank you, but… I don't think that's a good idea." Bobbie stuttered, she took a deep breath and looked at the ground.

"Oh ok, why?"

"You're not my mom, I don't know you and it's not like I will stay here. Like I am sorry… I am really grateful to you for letting me stay here, but it's the same story every time. That wasn't my first family, it wasn't the first abusive one and it certainly won't be the last one. I am used to it ok? I am fine. I don't need help and I don't need to talk."

She was talking fast and breathing heavily, but this time she was looking in Emily's eyes. She wanted to show her, that she wasn't weak or hiding any emotions and that she didn't need anyone.

"I know that ok and I am really sorry that you had to go through-"

"Stop ok? I don't need you to pity me, that's honestly the last thing I want. And why are you sorry? You work for the FBI, don't you? You people literally are the reason foster kids have such a bad image. Because of you, everyone thinks that we all grow up to be serial killers and psychopaths…"

Her voice sounded angry now, it was like all the anger and all the thoughts she had kept to herself for all these years were finally breaking out of her. For the first time in her life someone was paying attention to her. Emily was listening and even though Bobbie was being loud and attacked her in a way, she didn't make any effort to stop or interrupt her, she didn't even look offended. She was sitting on the couch with her hands on her lap and her eyes were following Bobbie, who was walking around in the room.

Bobbie felt guilty after insulting Emily, she was ashamed for behaving this way, after all that Emily had done for her. She had an attitude problem, she knew that, but most of the time, she couldn't control herself, she was constantly angry.

"I am sorry." She mumbled and looked at Emily.

"It's okay. I can't imagine how hard all of this must be." She smiled, but looked concerned.

"You are probably all right anyways" Bobbie sighed and looked like she was disgusted by herself.

"About what?"

"Kids like me… kids who get thrown out of families, skip school, steal and get themselves into trouble on their regular bases." She hated herself and everyone else, she hated her life.

"That's not true, that's not what we-"Emily started, but Bobbie interrupted her once again.

"Wait a few years… I will probably drop out of school, not get a job and then live on the street-or worse…"

"Come here" Emily said and took Bobbie's hands as she came over to sit on the couch.

"Listen, you still have your whole life ahead of you. The things that happened to you are not your fault, it's normal that you are angry… at me, at your foster parents and the system. I just want to help you, do you understand?"

"Yes." She said, even though she didn't look like she actually believed it. "Can I go to sleep now?" She asked, she didn't want to see where this conversation would go. She could feel a lump in her throat and she was sure that she would start crying, if Emily would make her talk to her any longer. She thought about talking to Emily, a small part of her wanted to tell her about all the things she had been through, she knew that Emily would listen to her and take her seriously, but at this point, she didn't' even want to be happy, she just wanted to waste away. She wanted to ignore everything that was going on in her life, she wouldn't stay a kid forever, one day she would get out of the foster care system and be free, nobody knew what would happen to her then, but she didn't want to think about that yet. For now, she just wanted to sleep, she wanted to dream and forget all her problems.

It was silent now, all the neighbors had already left for work and the lights were switched off, so it was completely dark. She was laying on the couch, Emily had given her bed sheets, a pillow and a blanket. It was pretty comfortable, Emily had already gone to bed, so she had the living room all to herself. She wondered how her friends were doing and where they were living at the moment. It was hard to keep in touch with all the kids she had met along the way, most of them were changing families often, just like her, so it was hard to contact them, because most of them didn't have phones. Maybe Emily would let her use her phone… She needed to talk to them, she needed to talk to someone who would actually understand her and was in the same position as her.

She closed her eyes and tried to be happy. All together this day hasn't been that bad, after all she had escaped another family and was save now. But she couldn't, she knew that this wasn't the end of it, in just a few days, everything would start all over again.