Hot Couple

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Chapter Two

My life sucked. Age 15 and I have literally no family left, since my mom and dad were both only children and my grandparents died. I cried for what seemed like an eternity. I looked up to see the officer looking at me with sad, blue eyes. His dirty blond hair slightly fell in his face, and he looked to be in his 20's.

"I'm sorry." I choked through the tears.

"Don't be." he said, "By the way, I'm Eric."

"Cleo." I responded.

I went into the hospital to see my lifeless family. The doctors had proof that the man had raped my mother and sister; my word, and also DNA samples in their reproductive areas. I looked at their bodies, praying to God that they would be accepted into Heaven, and that they would have no more suffering. I promised myself to remember everything about them; their appearance, favorite foods and games, and every happy memory with them. I thought about my darling baby sister, and how perfect she was. I remembered then that she had a boyfriend. Not just any guy, but Kevin Smith; I would have to call him, and he would be devestated; he loved Abby so much and never hurt her once. They had been dating a year and have only kissed like three times; That's how amazing he was with her.

Using the hospital phone and an adress book, I called up Kevin. I was dreading this call, but he had to know. The phone rang.

"Hello?" Kevin asked into the phone.

"Kevin? It's Cleo; Abby's sister." I responded, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"Hey, Cleo! Is everything ok?" he asked.

"Kevin, would you please come down to the Springfield Hospital?" I asked.

There was a deadly pause, "Cleo," Kevin started, "what happened?" he questioned, fear and sadness in his voice.

"I'll explain when you get here." I whispered into the phone.

Kevin arrived at the hospital, running down the hall towards me.

"Cleo! What happened?! Is Abby ok?!" he asked, his voice rising in volume.

I led Kevin into a room, where my family lay, "Abby died..." I said, "they all died...except for me."

Kevin broke down crying. His sobs were depressing. I had cried before; I was here to comfort my little sister's boyfriend. I pulled him into a hug and he cried on my shoulder. He went over to Abby and cried by her side, kneeling on the floor. I explained everything to Kevin. A doctor came in along with some nurses, who moved the bodies. The doctor came over to me.

"I'm sorry. There was nothing we could do." he told me, his eyes sympathetic at the sight of Kevin and I.

A lady came into the room. She looked at me, "Excuse me, are you Cleo?" she asked.

I nodded, "yes." I said in a monotone voice.

"I'm very sorry about what happened," she started, "and since you are the last of your family, you will have to live with a foster family once we fine you one."

I looked at her in disbelief, "I don't want to go to a foster home." I told her sternly.

"I'm sorry." and that was that.

I was going to be spending the night at a foster shelter. The lady, Ms. Andrews, drove me to the building. It was a semi-large building, with brick walls and an iron gate. I was led into a large hall with marble flooring, where I checked in. I was led to the dining hall, which was a few tables that held some children. The younger ones sat on the floor; I noticed that most had a sibling; I was alone. I ate a bagel with some butter and went up to my assigned room. It was a depressing gray color, with a diminutive window and a hard mattress and pillow. Screw foster home; this place was more like a prison than anything else.

The next morning, I was told that a family had volunteered to watch me for a while, for most people didn't want 15 year old girls. It sounded slightly sexist, but right now I could care less. I brushed my hair with my fingers and went down to the lobby; the best part of this whole damn building. Ms. Andrews soon walked in with an older couple, and their two sons. The one I recognized immediately. Eric!

"Cleo, this is Mr. and Mrs. Jones, and these are their two sons, Eric and Seth." Ms. A told me. I looked at Eric who had a large grin across his face. I saw another boy, Seth, in the shadows. As he came out, he looked at me with a disgusted look. I knew right then that we would not get along. Still, he was handsome; he had black hair that covered his right eye. His blood red tshirt fit him nicely, and his black jeans covered a pair of black converse.

I shook Mr and Mrs Jones' hands along with Eric's. Seth slugged his way over and shook my hand last. I saw his wrist was covered in cuts.