Age Is Just A Number

Holly Starr is a 14 year old girl with black hair with red streaks,chocolate brown eyes,and is also emo.She was born with a low self esteem,and also without parents.They gave her up for adoption at the age of two,they didn't want her.She's been adopted twice,once when she was seven,and once when she was ten.But none of them worked out.Nobody wants an emo daughter,she's different from the other kids at the agency.One day an eighteen year old guy named Kellin Quinn comes to the agency,looking for a kid.Holly doesn't think he'll pick more to find out.


17. The Child You Gave Away To Hell

"Holly! You have a visitor!" Marcus yells from the living room.

   I roll out of bed, the place I've been lying for three straight days, feeling miserable as shit. I take a quick glance in the mirror and realize that whoever wants to see me is gonna see a hot mess. 

   My hair has lost it's normal scene tease and is flat, tangly and greasy from not showering. My shirt has an ice cream stain on the shoulder and I have no pants on...just a pair of black low waisted underwear. Who gives a fuck I'm too depressed to do anything with myself. I walk out of my room and down the hall; when I see who's standing in our living room my heart skips a beat.

   It's Kellin. He looks a thousand times better than I do. He has his perfect black hair straightened, something he doesn't do often. His white skinny jeans look really good with his black Batman t-shirt. I look like a hobo compared to him.

   He turns toward me and his face looks way worse than his appearance. His eyes are hollow and cold, glaring at me in a mix of hurt and anger. His eyeliner is smudged...obviously from tears. He storms over to me and grabs my arm roughly, staring down at me.

"You left me! When I had nobody! I lost two important people in the same fucking year!" He exclaims.

   I attempt to pull away, but he has too firm of a grip. Instead of saying anymore, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder carelessly, and runs out the front door. I thrash around in his arms, hitting his back and kicking his knees. He doesn't let me go or even show any signs that I'm hurting him. 

   Minutes later we're in front of a medium sized yellow town house...not Kellin's old one I remember, he must've moved. He swings the front door open and carries me into the living room, where his bewildered looking wife and an older woman are sitting on the love seat. He tosses me lightly on the couch and pins my arms down, making me totally helpless.

"What are you doing?!" His wife exclaims.

   He ignores the beautiful red head, and stares me down, waiting for me to say something I guess. Why not give him what he wants?

"Fuck. You." I growl through gritted teeth.

   This doesn't faze him, only gives him more patience to wait for me to cooperate with him. Something in me changes, and I just start to break down and cry. 

"I'm sorry just let me go home please!" I sob.

   Something in Kellin's face changes too. It was so angry and bitter, but now it's full of self-loathing and pain. He wraps his arms around my frail, worn down body and pulls me against his chest. I cry even harder and he continuously whispers, "I'm sorry".

"I think we should talk somewhere else, mother," the red head sighs towards the older woman.

   I feel a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. This woman looks all too familiar. 

"What's your name?" I whisper.

"Janet Wokston," the woman answers.

   My heart races faster than I can breathe. Kellin looks at me in worry and confusion. Wondering what's wrong.

"You're my mother!" I shout in hatred.

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