Here's Ch. 8. Thanks for all the reviews. I'm glad you all like this so much.
Chapter 8
I went through several more foster homes after that. Eighteen in 3 years to be exact. I ended up back home, in Lawrence. I was living with a woman named Missouri Mosley. She was really cool. I remembered meeting her a week or so after mom died. Dad brought us to see her. She was the first person Laura didn't freak out about when asked if they could hold Sammy. I was hoping we were all gonna move in with her cause it was the first time Dean and I felt completely safe since the fire. Dad ended up leaving Laura and me 2 days later.
Everyday for a month, Missouri petitioned the state to send her Laura too. She hated that they had separated us. I still think she was just trying to get us both in the same place so she could call dad to come for us. She got the run around until a social worker finally told her that it would be impossible for Missouri to have us both. Laura was having severe problems, blackouts like mine, but worse. The last one, a kid had reached out to get something out of her hair, but didn't say something to her first. She broke his arm in 3 places. The state was going to send her to the same facility in Kansas city they had sent me to a couple years before.
I completely panicked when Missouri told me that. I knew Laura would never make it through that place like I did. It would kill her. I finally had no choice, I wrote to Dean and told him to send dad to get Laura. I told him that I was fine where I was, that I wanted to stay with Missouri. Laura was the one in trouble.
I got a letter from Dean the next morning saying that dad was coming to get both of us. He said that Laura had written a rather long letter to Pastor Jim, telling him everything. Jim called dad as soon as he was done reading it. When dad got to Jim's place, he showed dad the letter. Dad got really mad. He yelled at Dean for almost an hour straight. He was really upset that Dean had been keeping us, more importantly what was happening to us, a secret.
I was really proud of Dean for what he said happened next. It was one of the few times in his life that he stood up to dad and he only said one sentence. Dean stood there and let dad rant and rave at him. When dad had finished, he asked Dean what he has to say for himself. "I think you hate the girls or you never would have left them behind."
That one sentence was enough for John Winchester to stop dead and turn his face from a pissed off purple to whiter than a ghost. Dean said dad just stood there for a second. Then dad asked him if Laura and I felt the same way. Dean told him that Laura didn't. He said he never said anything to dad about me. He stood there for another minute staring at the floor, then looked up at Jim and said he was going to get his girls.
I started to get mad at Laura for putting Dean in that position, but stopped myself. I was actually surprised she hadn't done that exact same thing years ago. She had every opportunity to do so, cause our letters were always addressed to Pastor Jim on the envelopes. He had to open them to give them to Dean.
None of it mattered. Dad was coming for us. I ran into the house and told Missouri. She told me I'd better go get my stuff and I told her I didn't want to. I said I didn't want to go with dad. I wanted to stay with her. She said that I needed to go. My brothers and sister needed me and I couldn't abandon them like dad had Laura and me. She was right. So I went upstairs and started packing.