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I began to tell Capri’s mom everything, from being left at the hospital, to the multiple foster homes, and the different people I lived with. The unfair treatment of me being a forgotten child. When I finished, Ruth reached over and squeezed my hand. “I’m so sorry sweety that you had to go through all that alone, I’m glad that you and Capri were able to cross paths.” “As for now, I’ll talk to Clay about what we can do to help you move forward. Let’s get you settled in, and we can tackle the rest tomorrow.” As she pats my hand.
“Capri, please show Maya to the guest room, and make sure she has everything she needs,” she says with a bright smile.
We got up and made our way up one of the grand staircases. As we make our way to the guest room, the décor is the same, breathtaking with photos of the past and present and, of course, touches of werewolves everywhere. The scent of lotus flowers wraps around me like a blanket. These flowers are everywhere. I don’t know why, but it comforts me. It’s the only thing I remember from being so small is the smell of those flowers. “OK Maya, here we are, this is where you will stay.” As she opens the door. My jaw drops again. It's huge with a four-poster canopy bed with soft pastel colors on the wall and the bedding. Are those silk sheets? It had an en-suite bathroom with a tub that almost looked like I could swim in it, with gold fixtures, and a shower stall with jets that were to die for. I heard a soft knock on the door. "Hey girls, oh and Maya, the bathroom should be stocked with everything you need. If you do need anything, dial 0 on the phone on the nightstand, and a maid will bring it for you". She says with a smile. "Oh, and we have an event to go to tomorrow so I'll be taking you girls shopping, have a good night," she says to us before walking out the door. I went and sat on the bed, Capri was rambling about the party, but everything from today was flooding my mind. From what happened at school, and what happened before I ended up here. I just wanted to graduate and find a home that I built for myself, to stay in one place long enough to call a home. "Earth to Maya, hey girl it's going to be OK" as she rubs my back. I didn't realize that I had begun to cry again. "I'm sorry I'm just in shock and I'm scared, what if they call the cops on me, or what if I'm sent back I can't go back there. I refuse." as I cried even more. "It's okay Maya, I got you remember, and no matter what, I'll always be by your side, just get some rest and we will figure out the rest tomorrow OK, It's your birthday tomorrow, now go take a shower and get some sleep." she hugs me says good night and goes to her room. I grab my things for a shower, I get in and I can't lie. These jets feel like an angel's hands. I didn't realize how badly I needed that shower. As I got out, I noticed all the bruises I had on me from Ron. At least the one on my face was not bad. I'm glad I kicked that asshole in the face. He deserved it. What I'm more fixed on though is why I growled at him and what did he see that scared him so badly before I knocked him out. I grabbed my things, put them away, and got into bed. It felt like I was lying on a cloud. I grabbed my phone and noticed I had missed calls and texts from my foster mom and my social worker. Even if I did call back, no matter what I said, it's always going to be my fault, it will never be them asking if I'm okay or what happened.
It will forever be their word over mine, and today I have no more fight left to give. I decide to just listen to music till I fall asleep. I put on The Miseducation by Lauryn Hill. I always listen to it when things don't seem to go right. It heals my soul, to know that I'm not alone in this journey called life.
That there will be love, hurt, and judgment no matter what you do, but one day you'll overcome it all as long as you put yourself first. I look at the clock and it's midnight. Happy 18th Birthday to me. I don't know why, but I have this feeling that after today my life will never be the same. I listen to music until I fall asleep.
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