This is My Life Now
"Where the fuck are you takin' me?"
"Why don't you just wait and see?" Mr. Collins focused on the road.
"I don't fuckin' wanna wait! I just saw the sign that says Welcome to Detroit."
"I promise you'll actually like this woman you're goin' to." He glanced at me in the rearview mirror.
"Says the one man who brought me to the fuckin' crappiest houses ever!" I glared.
He sighed "Robert, I promise."
"Yeah, sure you fuckin' do." I looked out the window.
"We'll almost there. Once we get there you'll never see me again." He said.
The car stops in front of a small brick house on the corner of two streets. It looked pretty crappy to me. A woman, who I guess is my new foster mom, walked out onto the porch and she had dark grey hair which I also guess means she is an older woman than I normally got. Mr. Collins got out of the car and motioned for me to follow.
"Hello Evelyn, nice to see you again." He smiled.
"Pleasure is mine Mike. So, this is him?" She glanced at me.
"Yup, Evelyn this is Robert Jones, Robert this is Evelyn Mercer." He placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Hello Robert" She looked at me.
Mr. Collins nudged me in the ribs as a reminder for me to use my manners. I smacked Mr. Collins on the side; he knows that I have bruised ribs.
He sighed. "Behave Robert, behave."
"I am behaving." I smiled innocently.
He looked at Evelyn. "Please excuse him, he does have better manners than this."
"Mike, I understand very well why he isn't using them right now." She said.
"I'll go get his bag."
Mr. Collins left to get my book bag which held the little amount of belonging I had. That basically means a torn up black Old Navy hoodie, a very worn out Kiss t-shirt, a pair of ratty blue jeans with a hole in the left knee, a dog tag that belonged to my birth father, who fuckin' left my mom to fend for herself and me when I was 3, and a light blue teddy bear that was a little bit bigger than my hand that says "You're my Shining Star…" that my mom gave me when I was 4.
She looked worried. "Robert, are you alright?"
I looked up at her breaking out of a daze I hadn't realized I was in and said the only thing I had ever said when someone asked me that.
"Not like you fuckin' actually care."
"You may think that now, Robert, but I promise you whenever you want to talk I'll be there for you." She said seriously.
That's what everyone says to me until Mr. Collins leaves. I'll just tune her out once he's gone so she'll get the beating for today over with. Mr. Collins was came back with my bag.
"Sorry that took longer than usual, the trunk was stuck." He handed me my bag.
"That is perfectly fine, Mike." She smiled again. What is her deal with smiling?
"I have to get goin' now. Robert may seem like he's a bad kid, which he can be, but once you get to know him he's actually a pretty cool kid." He patted my shoulder. He's never said that to anyone before...
She sighed. "He's like how Helen was isn't he."
"Yeah, but more stubborn and hard headed." He laughed. "I'll come by in about a week to see if everything is goin' alright."
I glared. "You said I wouldn't ever see you again though!"
"It's procedure Robert. Anyway see you two later."
"Alright Mike, Have a wonderful night." She waved goodbye.
Mr. Collins went and got back into the car and left. Now here's where the harsh words and beatings start.
"Well Robert, there's no point in standing out here all night, let's go get you settled into your room." She gestured for me to follow her.
I stood there, "My room? Like my very own?"
"Yes, you're the only child I have here right now." She said softly.
"What do you mean?" I looked at her.
She laughed. "I sometimes foster a few kids at a time."
"Oh…" I looked away.
She looked at me gently. "Something wrong, Robert?"
"Didn't we already talk about this?" I snapped.
She lifted her hands in defense. "Seeing if you were ready to talk yet."
"I'm never gonna talk to you." I glared.
"But, you are now." She went inside the house.
"Smartass" I mumbled.
"Well, I'm gonna go get dinner ready. You can go ahead and explore if you want." She went to the kitchen.
I went up the stairs to what I think is my room; it had light blue walls, a twin sized bed, a black nightstand with a small dark blue lamp on it, a black dresser, and a black desk. I looked in the dresser and saw some clothes already in there.
"What the hell?!" I jumped.
She smiled. "I see you found your room, those clothes are for you. I had asked some of my friends if they had anything that could fit a boy who is almost 15."
"So, these clothes are mine?" I turned to face her.
"Yup their all yours. I'm pretty sure they'll fit you better than what you have on." She leaned against the doorway.
I looked down to what I was wearing. It was a black AC/DC t-shirt with a hole in the side, a pair of white jeans that are 2 sizes too big, and a pair of black converse.
I went through the dresser and found a white t-shirt that had a picture of Michael Jackson on it, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of red converse. I decided this Evelyn chick was right and went to go change in the bathroom.
"That'll look very nice on you, Robert." She looked at me.
"Don't call me that." I glared.
"What do you want me to call you?" She asked.
"Bobby" I answered.
"Well then Bobby, go change and then come to the dining room, dinners ready."
"Alright" I went to change.