Title: The Home (3/?)

Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: T?
A/N: Decided to start… A MULTICHAPTERED FIC! I'm sorry for not updating, I haven't been inspired, I hope this is okay (: x
Disclaimer: Didn't happen between these two girls, although it may have happened between some other random girls.
Summary: Demi and Selena both live in a group home, they share a room, they're both 15 (sorry, I just don't know if they'd have to leave the foster home if they were 17), and are both closet lesbians. What will happen? :O

Demi's POV

"Demetria, Melinda wants to see you in her office." That was the trainee carer, she's working here for 2 weeks whilst getting assessed by Mel. If she passes, she'll be able to be a carer, thankfully, at a different home.

"How many times? It's Demi." I told her as I hoped off my bed and walked down the stairs to Mel's office, again.

It had been a week since I came out to Selena, and she stuck to what she said, she hasn't changed the way she acts around me, and she still lets me sleep in her bed with her, and she still sleeps in my bed with me.

As usual, I didn't knock, I just walked straight in, and sat in my usual place with my feet on her Desk. Melinda smiled sympathetically at me, and I knew that this time, I wasn't there for doing something bad.

Which meant that me and Selena had gotten away with the orange juice in Edward's bed.

"Demi, The reason you were called down here today, is because… we've had a call from… Your fathers lawyer… He's being released, in 3 weeks. He wants to see you." She stopped after that, waiting for my reaction.

"WHAT?! WHY?! How the fuck is he being released?! After what he did?! Seriously?!" I shouted at her, angry at the fact the my phsycotic father was being released from the place where he belonged.

"Demi, I know you're angry, but you're still not allowed to cuss. As well, he's been in prison for as long as you've been here, that's over 12 years, he's served his time, you knew this day was going to come." She explained calmly. I felt like hitting something. I was angry. I got up and walked to the door. I couldn't stop myself from punching it.

"Demi." She moaned at me in that annoying sympathetic begging voice that adults did. I rolled my eyes and pressed my forehead against the door as I breathed deeply.

I'd been having anger management lately, since I broke my wrist from punching a signpost around 3 months ago. The woman I'd been seeing told me that whenever I got angry, to take deep breaths and I'd calm down. Obviously it was too late for that, but I did it anyway.

I felt Melinda's hand on my shoulder, and she gently tugged me away from the door and to the couch he had in the corner of her office. She sat next to me, and turned in to face me.

"Can I see your arm now?" She asked, putting her hands out for me to give her my wrist. I reluctantly did, and she examined it, poking in random places.

"It looks fine, your knuckles are just bruised." She said, as she put my wrist back down. I smiled weakly, and she carried on. "Demi, you don't have to go and see your father, it'll be completely on your terms, I don't blame you for not wanting to see him, but I do think you should meet with him, just to see what he's got to say." She said, I shook my head stubbornly.

"Leopards don't change their spots. I want nothing to do with him." I told her honestly. I hate him.

"Well, if you change your mind all you have to do is tell me, and I'll arrange a meeting between you two." She said, before signalling for the door for me to leave. I nodded, and headed up to my room.

Selena wasn't in there. She was at her grandma's for the night, she was sleeping over there. They'd recently got in touch after she had some help finding her. This was the second time she'd seen her, and unfortunately tonight, I was being left alone.

I lay on my bed, and let out all my anger in a long scream into my pillow. Then, I cried. I cried long and hard, for what felt like hours. It apparently was, because when I stopped, it was dark outside, and the clock read 9.00. I didn't know it was possible to cry for so long.

I sat up, and just stared into space, thinking about things. I didn't want to meet my dad, but I wanted to see him, see what he looked like now, see what he had to say for himself, and see if he had changed.

I don't know how long I was thinking for, but I must've been totally out of it, because I didn't feel the weight of my bed shift underneath me when Mark, one of the care workers here, came and sat next to me.

"You're up late kiddo. Is everything alright?" He asked me caringly. That's one thing I love about all the adults here, except that stupid trainee. They all really care about us, they don't just do what they do because it's their jobs, they genuinely seem to care.

"How long have I been here, Mark?" I asked him, just above a whisper.

"Around 12 and a half years." He said, he knew, he knew all of our history and stuff, although he'd only worked here for 2 years.

"I'm leaving in 6 months, when I turn 18, Selena leaves in 5 months, but it's okay for her, she has her grandma now, she can go live with her. I have nothing, and no-one, My mom's dead, and my dad's a douche. What am I supposed to do when I leave?" I asked, genuinely worried. I had no money, no life plan, or anything.

"When a child leaves a care home at 18 years old, they move into a council flat, and live on benefits until they get a stable job. You wont have the best life, but you'll be okay." He informed me. I smiled weakly, and nodded.

"You miss Selena right now, don't you?" He asked after a few minutes of staring blankly at the wall. I nodded sheepishly. Friends miss each other after 11 hours, right? "Can I ask you something important?" He asked me quietly. I nodded again.

"Are you in love with Selena?"

"Yes." I answered honestly. I knew it wouldn't have been long until someone worked it out to be honest. "How did you know?" I asked him.

"Since I first started working here, and I'd come into your room at night, and you'd both be in the same single bed, asleep, holding each other. You both just looked totally content, and then there's the times you'll be downstairs, she'll be on your lap, and you'll have your arms wrapped around her waist. You also went and beat Ryan up when he asked her out last year. It all fits." He told me. I smiled weakly, and nodded my head.

"Yeah. I love her, I'm head over heals in love with her, and I have been since the day I met her. I just don't know how to tell her." I said sadly. He just shook his head and chuckled quietly.

"You'll do it when you're ready. No pressure or anything like that, it's up to you when you do it. Nobody's going to make you." He said as he pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. I nodded, and smiled at him, then turned to face him.

"You're not going to say anything to anyone, are you? Not any of the kids, not Joanna, not Mel, not anyone." I asked him, hoping that he wouldn't.

"Course not, Kiddo. It's your life, they don't need to know, I don't see why they would, we can just agree that you've told me this 'in confidence', and I cant say anything, can I?" He said, using air quotations around the words 'in confidence'. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"Thanks. It feels good to get that off my chest." I said, as I let a long, shaky breath out. Mark chuckled, and patted my shoulder.

He hopped off my bed, without another word, and left the room, flicking the light off before he left.

I fell back onto my bed, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I let out a giant yawn, and fell asleep before I could stop myself.