"On the count of three you go." I told Steve. James was still standing outside the store. It was almost like he knew I was in here and he was waiting for me to come out. Steve nodded his head. "One, Two," I counted slowly. " Three." I pushed Steve out from behind the shelve. He looked back and glared at me. Steve slowly walked over to James, who looked very upset that Steve was even talking to him. I waited a few minutes before I slowly made my way out of the store. I kept a close eye on James.
Once out of the Store, I made a quick right turn. "Claudia!" I could hear James yell. My heart began to race. Should I ran, or should I face him? I though as I turned around and saw James walked toward me, with Steve right in front of him. Steve mouthed sorry to me. "What the hell are you guys doing here again? I though I told you once that you were band from here!" James practically yelled at me.
"Sorry, it won't happen again." I said as I looked him in the face. James was about ten inches taller them me and weighed three times as much as me.
"Good now. Go home and wait till I get there." James said as he walked off.
I sighed. "Lets go." I said to Steve. He nodded his head and I walked off. Slowly I made my way to the car, not really wanting to go there. I knew that once I was in the car with Steve, we was going to go on and on about how he was not letting me go back to make house. I knew he wanted to protect me from James, but there was something that just had to happen. And me going back to the worst place on earth was one of them.
We got to the car and the Artie was sitting in the front passenger seat. "What the hell?" I yelled as I opened the door. " Will you just leave me alone. Why do you care about helping me now. Cause you did not care seven years ago, when you left me in some strange place." I told him angrily. Steve had walked around the car and was sitting in the driver seat. "Get out of the car."
"Claudia, I know you are mad at me, but.."
"I do not care what you have to say. Get out of my life, and out of the car!" I yelled at him.
Artie sighed and got of the car. "If you want to talk, here's my number." He handed me a card and walked off. I waited a few seconds and got into the car. I shut the door and buckled up. Steve started the car and drove out of the mall parking lot. It was only noon. We could go back to school for the afternoon classes but neither of us wanted to.
"Claude, how about you come and stay at me house for the night." Steve said after a while. I would love to go to his house. I have only been about thee times. Those three times were the best. His mom and sister were so kind. If I could have a family, I would want one like Steve's. It was perfect.
"Steve, I would love to say yes, but you know I can't." I told him. "James would kill me, literally." There was this one time when I went for a walk and did not tell James. When I came back he throw a glass beer bottle at me. He was ballistic. I still have to scars on my legs from where the bottle glass was embedded into my skin.
"You need to leave that place. I hate you being there." Steve said angrily.
"I know. But there is nothing that we can do." I told him. We both knew that I was wrong, but sometimes it was easier to believe that something can not be fixed. Nothing was going to fix the fact that I Have no living family. Nothing will fix the fact that every foster home I am placed in, I have either been forgotten about or abused.
"That is B.S. Claude, and you know it. There is a lot you can do about it." Steve answered back. " You need to tell some besides me or I will."
"If I tell someone, then they will tell the social service. Then I would have to move to some place else and we would no long be able to see each other." I explained to him. "Can you please just let it go?" I asked him.
A/N: Sorry for the late update. I had writers block for this. I hope you can forgive and would review. Please tell me if I have mistakes. I wrote it at one in the morning. I read over it like ten times but I still could have missed something so sorry.