Nobody (On Hold)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

"You didn't want to go back in?" He asked.

"Not really, party's aren't really my thing."

"You said that earlier." He said as he gave me a smile. For being a popular guy I was surprised at how nice he was being. "Those people still in your room?"

"Why do you think I was still downstairs?"

"Touche." He said laughing. I laughed as I looked out the window.

"So how did you get stuck in foster care?" He asked as he drove. I remained silent as I thought of my father. I could remember in vivid detail those last few days as I watched my father suffer in the hospital and I didn't know if I could bring myself to describe it outloud. I had never told anyone about what happened to my father and I didn't plan on telling anyone. At least not yet.

"I don't really want to talk about it." I said.

"Sorry."

"It's okay it's just not something I talk about."

"So what do you talk about?"

"Anything that doesn't involve the foster system." I said as I gave him a small smile. He took the hint and moved on to school and friends and anything that didn't really mean a thing to either of us.

"Where am I?" Christa slurred as she rolled in the back seat.

"I'm taking you home Christa." Nathan said.

"Who are you?" She asked and Nathan and I couldn't help but laugh. She was really drunk! "What's this?"

"What does she have?" Nathan asked because he couldn't turn around. I turned to see that Christa had a stuffed giraffe in her hands.

"A stuffed giraffe?" I asked looking at Nathan curiously.

"It's my little sisters. I had to take her to daycare the other day." He said with a laugh. "She must have left it in here."

"It's a pillow, it's a pet, it's a pillow pet." Christa sang as she stuck the giraffe under her head. Nathan and I couldn't help but laugh at Christa's weirdness. I had never seen anyone drunk before other than my second foster father John and he was a mean drunk. I remember him coming home a couple times and beating me and his daughter Jenna. When the authorities found out about his abuse they put me back into foster care and Jenna went to live with her grandmother. Jenna was the closest friend that I ever had after everything happened with my father. Christa was a good drunk and I was glad for her. I had never had a drink because I was scared that I would turn out to be like John.

"Oh my, Christa is the best drunk that I have ever met." Nathan laughed as he pulled into the driveway of a two story yellow house. "Christa you're home." He said as he put the car in park.

"Home?" Christa asked as she looked up towards the window. "Come pillow pet!" Nathan and I laughed again as we got out of the car.

"Alright Christa, let's get you inside." Nathan said as he opened the back door. He helped her out of the back seat and she staggered towards the ground. He sighed before he picked her up bridal style and started towards the the house.

"Are her parents home?" I asked as we walked.

"Even if they are they won't care. As long as she doesn't get arrested they don't care what she does." He said slightly angry. I opened the door for him and he carried her inside. He made his way through the home and to what I assumed was her bedroom. I opened the door and Nathan took her in and set her on the bed as I stood in the doorway.