Chapter 6- Runaway Love
A/N: I know Cora acts older that a six year old but she's meant to have already been an old soul and going into the foster system made her grow up quickly. Thanks for all the follow, faves and reviews; it's so encouraging to see people actually like this story. I found this chapter difficult to write(hence the longer time to update) sorry. I love Jesus in this one though.
Cora's POV
I wake up and hear Stef and another woman talking. I wasn't really paying much attention until I heard my name. Where am I? Did I fall asleep ?
"I'd never forgive myself if I let Cora and Kirsten go and they get more abuse." I hear Stef say to the woman, Lena I think.
"I know love but we just can't afford two more children..." Is all I hear Lena say before I stop paying attention
Not again... They only want one kid, not two. No one ever wants two! If they can't take two of us I'll go and Kirsten can stay. They always hit her more than me and I don't really like how they all call me cute all the time, I'm not a baby! I'm a big girl, I'm six! I don't need anyone... I can live in the park, we passed on in the car on the way here
I get up off of the couch and tiptoe quietly to the door. I open it and go through making sure to close it quietly behind me. As soon as I get out I run in the direction of the park as fast as I can. My legs hurt but I don't stop, I can't Kirsten needs to be happy again l like she was when we had a mummy and a daddy and a brother...
It doesn't take long before I get there and it's empty. The swing is moving in the wind, making a squeaking sound. I take myself to the wooden castle climbing frame and hide inside. 'I will be ok. I'm a big girl now.' I tell myself. To pass the time I sing songs to myself quietly.
I realise after singing some songs I realise that it's pretty lonely being a grown up. I don't like being myself anymore. I start to cry because I'm scared. I want my mummy and daddy, I want to go home... I wish we didn't have to change houses and go to this place, they all talk funny and my mummy and daddy left us; they took our little brother Caleb too; since he was so little a family wanted him and Kirsten said ok. She says he won't remember me any more... I wonder if mummy and daddy remember me too, my granda used to tell me that Heaven is where you go when you die and you can be happy forever. I hope one day I'll be able to visit...
Then I hear it, my name; they're looking for me. As I go to climb out of the play structure I feel a big arm wrap around me dragging me out, I try to scream but there's a hand over my mouth. No! NO!
I see the family outside the park. They don't see me or whoever is taking me. I keep trying to scream but the hand stops me. I kick and try and hit the person but they just tighten their grip on me. My legs hurt, my arms are sore... I'm tired
As I am carried away by the running person, I see the boy Jesus spot me and he begins to run but it's too late. My eyes close. The next thing I know I'm being thrown in to a warehouse somewhere, they're checking me over and giving me a 'room'. They lock the door behind me. I shouldn't have been bad. It's all my fault...
Jesus' POV
It was all my fault she got away, I can't help but blame myself for her getting so far. We decide to go look at the park and search, before we go in Moms tell us all that when we find her not to shout at her etc, just to shout them over. I shrug not really paying attention.I am paying attention to a creepy looking dude dressed all in black in the play park but I can't make out his face.
As moms tell me off for not listening I take my eyes off him for a second. When I glance back he's got a girl in his grip and she doesn't look happy; he has his hand over her mouth and she's kicking.
Then it hits me; that's Cora and he's kidnapping her. I take off without saying anything my family. The man spots me and he too begins to run; I run as fast as my legs will carry me but it's not enough. I see him through her in the back of a black van, get in and speed off.
I let her get away twice... TWICE! What kind of person am I, I can't believe what I've done.