Disclaimer: I don't own SVU, it's characters or the rights, i'm just borrowing them to make the story more exciting
AN: A mixture of AU, fluff, and most importantly, some EO which will happen later on. No SVU characters mentioned in this chapter but next chapter there will be.*raises eyebrows suggestively*
This story does come with a rating of T as there are some themes of abuse so please be sensible. I haven't gone into excessive detail for that reason it's only a T for now but as the story progresses there may be cause to crank it up to an M rating.
Sorry bout the long Author's note I do tend to go on a bit.
ANYWAY enough of my ramblings, useful though they are, lets get on with the story...
Summary: Amerie had been removed from her family at age seven months and placed in a foster home. The family loved her and she loved them. She had never met her biological mother and had never seen a photograph... Now, twenty she had been contacted by her biological mother who was living in New York. She wanted to meet her daughter who she had never met.
Amerie, Carehomes and No Childhoods
Amerie walked down the path through the school gates and along the sidewalk. She watched as the blonde turned into the park and swiftly followed discreetly as possible. She passed the girl as she sat on a bench, paying more attention to her phone than the world around her. She found a clump of trees with adequate shade and cover and pulled out her laptop. She searched for wi-fi networks and found three within range God bless New York and the saturation of internet cafes, and thus free wi-fi hotspots. She opened a conversation window and sent a message.
'In the park, like yesterday, on own.'
A reply popped up. 'Ok good work. See you later x.'
Emily Sykes sat on the bench in the park texting her friend Sasha, completely oblivious to Amerie, who was watching her. Which wasn't too surprising as most students went to this park during the lunch hour due to the wi-fi and quick access to various shops, and was half a block away from the school.
Sasha texted her 'Em wer r u?'
She rolled her eyes 'Park, as usual. Had to get away from Joe'
'Lol. Get over him already and get out ther. U gotta show him u dnt need him 2 live'
'Sure I had that thing with Dean'
'Wat Captain Rebound? The guy every girl goes out with just 4 a rebound'
'Yea. I feel sorry for him but to be honest he's wa-ay too shallow'
'Totally hey gotta go cya l8r chick'
Amerie noticed the blonde get up from the bench and pocket her phone and sit down again, to eat a bagel. She saved her homework and proceeded leave the park, as it was no longer her trip to follow her. Chris had taken over until the school grounds.
Emily felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, as if she was being watched, which was ridiculous really as she was in the busy school grounds. But she still felt uneasy, so she glanced around to see if there was anyone paying any particular attention to her. She saw no-one who fit that type. Growing up in a care-home had its advantages, such as knowing when someone was up to no good. But her acquired sixth sense was coming up blank. Maybe she was just paranoid. A disadvantage to living in care.
Amerie had been removed from her family at age seven months and placed in a foster home. The family loved her and she loved them. She had never met her biological mother and had never seen a photograph. Her biological father had filed for custody after her father's wife had moved halfway across the world, when she was five, but was denied. Two years later he tried again and got visitation rights. Then she began staying at his house when she was ten. Two months after she turned fourteen he was awarded sole custody.
When ACS visited things were fine. Between visits he got increasingly violent and she had been removed when she ended up in hospital two years ago. This had happened when he had beaten her when he found out she was six weeks pregnant with her secret boyfriend's baby, at seventeen. Now, twenty (with a restraining order against him) she had been contacted by her biological mother who was living in New York. She wanted to meet her daughter who she had never met. She was going to meet her after school today. With her own daughter.
AN:Dun dun duuuuuun!
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