Chapter 3

A/N: Sorry for the long delay. I had this idea a month ago, but I have been working like crazy, so this is the first chance I have had to sit down and write it. Hope you all enjoy

Langston was really trying to keep her stress down. This meeting was so important. Things had gone completely crazy at home, and they had to reschedule so many times. She tried telling herself that everything was fine, but she really was not getting any better. It used to be that she would just try to regain control of her life by purging when the stress got to her. But, lately, it was becoming more frequent. She was just glad that no one seemed to be catching on. She did not have a problem anyway. She just needed to focus on her life. She had an amazing boyfriend, who she loved with everything she had. She walked over to her closet to get ready for this interview with social services. They should be here soon. She glanced at the clock and panicked. The meeting was at 11:00 and it was already 10:30. She needed to get in the shower. She had not eaten today or anything. There was a knock at her bedroom door. She opened it to see Dorian.

"Langston, dear, why aren't you ready yet? You have not even eaten yet."

"Dorian, I just won't eat. It's not a big deal."

"Well, I brought you up a tray."

"I don't have to eat. I just need to get ready."

"Langston, you're never going to be ready in time."

She snapped at Dorian, "Well, maybe I would if you would get the hell out and leave me alone!"

"Excuse me."

"I am sorry. I just need to get ready. I'll be down in time. I promise."

"This conversation is not over. We will discuss this later." Dorian gave her a look and walked out. Langston sighed. She was never going to be ready in time. She could not believe that she snapped at Dorian. It is not her fault that the morning was out of control. She grabbed a quick shower and decided to eat really fast. Everything was just crazy. She needed to get control, so she ate everything that was on the tray and then went into the bathroom finally. She then proceeded to lean over the toilet and do what she had learned to be good at in such a short amount of time. Afterwards, she felt much better and brushed her teeth. She was happy when she saw she still had some time to finish getting ready. She finished with a few minutes to spare and decided to call Markko.

"Come on Markko, pick up."

"Hey, babe."

"Hi, I just wanted to call you before my interview with social services."

"Are you still nervous about that?"

"No, not at all. Everything is completely in control."

Markko was growing more and more worried about her every day. She would stress then talk about control, and be perfectly fine. "That's good. Do you want to hang out later?"

"I would love to. Markko, I love you."

"I love you too, babe." He hung up the phone, wishing that he knew what she was going through and why she could not let him in. He had noticed more and more that she was hot and cold with him. Either she was telling him to leave her alone, or she was all over him. Not that he minded either but he was really starting to become concerned for her

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Langston finally got downstairs, just as the doorbell rang. She opened it. "Mrs. Woodrow, hi."

"Good morning, Miss Wilde. You remember my associate, Mr. Owens?"

"Yeah, I do. I think Dorian's already in the living room if you want to join us." Langston opened the living room doors to find Dorian in there threatening to ruin someone's career and cleared her throat.

"Oh, I didn't realize that they were all already here. Come in."

"Is everything okay, Doctor Lord," asked Mrs. Woodrow.

"Yeah, that was nothing. Okay, what do you need to know so that it can be approved for me to go through officially adopting Langston?"

"We need to make sure that this foster placement has been ultimately successful."

"Well, look at her. She seems well taken care of."

Mr. Owens spoke up. "What I am worried about is if this is a stable home for a young girl. What kind of example do you people show with the fact that there has already been one pregnant teenager in this house?"

Dorian interrupted. "That has nothing to do with Langston. That was all my grand-niece Starr's father, Todd Manning's fault."

"That brings me to him. How can we guarantee that just because he is not living here now, that he won't live here again at some point? Our records indicate by the background checks done on a Blair Cramer last year that she and Mr. Manning had been married several times and that he is known to be a risk."

Langston asked, "So, because of all of them, I might have to go back to the group home. I can't go back there. I won't let you send me back."

"Miss Wilde, we do not know if that is what will happen, but we have to let you know that it is possible."

Langston sat on the couch paralyzed with fear the next few minutes. She barely heard what they were all saying. All she could hear was everyone telling her that she could wind up back in the system. Things were once again falling apart. She finally zoned back in. "So, that said, Miss Wilde, we will be in contact with you. For now, the adoption has to be on hold. You may stay here with Doctor Lord until we make a decision whether or not this is a safe environment for you to be in or not.

Langston broke down in tears. She couldn't believe this was happening again. "Dorian, can they really do this? Can they really take me away again?"

"Of course not. You're a Cramer Woman. You're not going anywhere."

"Do you mind if I have Markko come over?"

"Sure, he can come over."

"Thank you." Langston pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and texted him.

"Can you come over please?" She waited a few minutes. She was really upset and so scared that she was about to start crying again.

"Sure. I'll be there in a few." Langston was hungry, but she knew that she would just wind up upstairs in the bathroom again. Her throat still hurt from earlier. She did not regret it, since she knew she did not have a problem with it but she just could not do that right now. She finally heard a knock at the kitchen door. She opened it and fell into his arms.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

She completely lost it. "Well, because of Starr and her family, they are talking about sending me back into the foster care system."

"What? Are you serious?"

She yelled, "Markko, do I look like I am kidding?!?!"

"Just calm down, Lang."

"I am plenty calm, okay. I am sorry but my life is falling apart."

"Is there anything that I can do to help you?"

"I need to eat something. Maybe I am just hungry."

"Do you want to fix something?"

"I am thinking maybe we should get a couple pizzas."

"Yeah, that sounds really good actually." Markko walked over to the phone and called it in. "Okay, they will be here soon."

"Markko, thank you for being understanding."

He walked over to her. "I just really hate what you are doing to yourself. I promise you I will never let them take you again."

"That is very sweet, but how can you guarantee that?"

He looked deep in her eyes. "Because I would rather die than let anything happen to you."

She smiled and kisses him deep as he wrapped his arms around her. Then, they heard a knock at the door. "That must be the pizza." He smiled at her and got it. They sat down at the table and began to eat lunch.

Langston was still so scared. She needed to be able to focus and trust Markko this afternoon. She knew the only thing that would let her focus. She ate several pieces of pizza. "Markko, I am so full."

"Yeah, you must have been really hungry."

"I really was. I did not eat much for breakfast this morning. Hey, do you want to watch a movie or something in my room with me?"

"What about Dr. Lord's rules?"

"She's gone for the day."

He wrapped his arms around her. "Okay, then we'll watch a movie." He followed her upstairs and lay on her bed. They finally picked a movie out and she went to lay down, when she was starting to feel stressed. She went over to her dresser.

"Hey, I am going to go change clothes. I'll be back in a minute, okay?"

He smiled at her. "Okay, I'll be here." She smiled at him and went down the hall to the bathroom. She changed clothes, and looked at herself in the mirror. She could not believe that all this was happening. She could not lose the people that meant so much to her. She started to cry again, but she knew that she didn't want Markko's pity, not today. She decided that just one more time, she would do this and then she would be good for a while. She kneeled down over the toilet, not realizing that she had dropped a bottle of lotion off the counter.

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Markko smiled while he waited for her. Maybe she would be okay. He did not want anything to ever happen to her, but she really seemed okay when she left. He was going to help her through this, and would never let anything happen to her. He heard a noise from the bathroom and hoped she was okay. "Lang, are you okay?" He got no answer so decided to check it out. He heard something and decided she must have gotten hurt, so he opened the door. "Are you o—oh my God, what are you doing?"

She looked up at him. "Markko get out now." She pushed him out of the bathroom and broke down on the bathroom floor in tears.

To Be Continued…

How will Markko react to finding out what Langston's been up to? Can he get her to realize she has a problem and will she be put back in the system? Stay Tuned!