A few weeks later Debra was put in yet another foster family. This time she didn’t even try to be nice, but she wasn’t rebellious either. It would only be a matter of time before they would have enough of her, so however horrible this family, with its five children, was, Deb would just take it and not complain about it.
The first issue came on the night she arrived. Deb could hear a girl scream from inside, but her new foster father, Mr. Morgan, told her to wait by the car, while he would take a look at what was going on.
But it was cold outside and so five minutes later Deb snuck inside through the backdoor.
“I’m not sharing my room!” a girl with long, blond hair cried. “Tell her, dad!” the girl turned to Mr. Morrison.
“We’ve discussed this, sweetie” Mr. Morgan replied calm. “It’s the only option. It’s not like we can put her in the storage room” he added joking.
“Why not?” the girl asked hostile. “I don’t want her here. No one does”
Deb coughed, to make her presence known. The blond girl didn’t seem to think she had said or done anything wrong, because she just flipped her hair over her shoulder, as if she was in a shampoo commercial, and she barely looked at Deb.
“If the storage room is big enough to sleep in, I will take it” Deb suggested bashful. “I don’t want to bother anyone”
The blond girl pointed at Deb. “See? She doesn’t mind. We can lay a mattress on the floor”
Mr. Morgan nodded. “Seems like a good plan” he started and his daughter’s face lit up. “It’s a little crowded in there, but since it was your genius idea, you can get the room ready”
“But dad!” the blond girl complained again.
“Not a word!” Mrs. Morgan interfered. “You heard your father. Go prepare Debra’s room”
“I want to help” Deb quickly said.
“That’s very nice of you, Debra, but you need to stay here” Mrs. Morgan responded. “We need to discuss the house rules”
The first issue came on the night she arrived. Deb could hear a girl scream from inside, but her new foster father, Mr. Morgan, told her to wait by the car, while he would take a look at what was going on.
But it was cold outside and so five minutes later Deb snuck inside through the backdoor.
“I’m not sharing my room!” a girl with long, blond hair cried. “Tell her, dad!” the girl turned to Mr. Morrison.
“We’ve discussed this, sweetie” Mr. Morgan replied calm. “It’s the only option. It’s not like we can put her in the storage room” he added joking.
“Why not?” the girl asked hostile. “I don’t want her here. No one does”
Deb coughed, to make her presence known. The blond girl didn’t seem to think she had said or done anything wrong, because she just flipped her hair over her shoulder, as if she was in a shampoo commercial, and she barely looked at Deb.
“If the storage room is big enough to sleep in, I will take it” Deb suggested bashful. “I don’t want to bother anyone”
The blond girl pointed at Deb. “See? She doesn’t mind. We can lay a mattress on the floor”
Mr. Morgan nodded. “Seems like a good plan” he started and his daughter’s face lit up. “It’s a little crowded in there, but since it was your genius idea, you can get the room ready”
“But dad!” the blond girl complained again.
“Not a word!” Mrs. Morgan interfered. “You heard your father. Go prepare Debra’s room”
“I want to help” Deb quickly said.
“That’s very nice of you, Debra, but you need to stay here” Mrs. Morgan responded. “We need to discuss the house rules”
Rob returned with a notepad, and a pen. He gave both items to Deb and sat down. “They’ll be here soon” he explained. “They asked if you could write your statement down, and sign it. It would save them some time, and they would see it as a sign of cooperation. It’s really important that you cooperate, Deb. Do you understand that?”
Deb nodded scared. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Rob nodded at the notepad. “Just remember what I told you, and write it down”
Deb gazed at the notepad, swallowed, and opened it. The blank page, staring back at her, looked so uninviting she wanted to shut the book, and smash it against the wall.
“You can do it” Rob encouraged her softly. “I’ll be with you, every step of the way”
Those words seemed to do the trick, because Deb conjured a faint smile, and started writing…
Deb nodded scared. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Rob nodded at the notepad. “Just remember what I told you, and write it down”
Deb gazed at the notepad, swallowed, and opened it. The blank page, staring back at her, looked so uninviting she wanted to shut the book, and smash it against the wall.
“You can do it” Rob encouraged her softly. “I’ll be with you, every step of the way”
Those words seemed to do the trick, because Deb conjured a faint smile, and started writing…