“so much of what we learn about love
is taught by people who never really loved us. . .” ~ r.h. Sin
The next few days seemed to go by slowly to Casey, but in a blur all at the same time. The days were full, even though she was mostly a spectator. The kids made valiant efforts to include her as did the parents. The nights were longest. The nightmares plagued her, she wet her bed twice and three times her screams brought the whole family running, which made her feel terrible.
Rose took her aside on her last day. “Casey, honey, the social worker called and they found you a new home. I believe she said you stayed with them before? The Bellworths?”
“Miz Mariah and Mr. Abel?” hope flickered in her heart, then anger. The conflicting emotions confused her and she wasn’t sure what she felt.Read More »
“Sometimes just thinking about something, is enough to hurt you all over again.” ~Unknown
Casey sat on the hospital bench. She was tired. All she wanted to do was curl up somewhere safe and go to sleep. After she had told Miss Claire about the drugs, the way her parents had treated her, and what her dad had done to Fluffles, she had been brought to the hospital where she had been given a checkup by a really nice lady who wore a set of pajamas with pink hearts and ponies all over them. They had given her a few crackers to eat and some water and put an icepack on her shoulder because it hurt.
She swung her feet, trying not to be bored. She just wished someone would bring Mr. Fluffles. Miss Claire had said they would try.Read More »
“Defend the weak and the fatherless; uphold the cause of the poor and the oppressed. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked.” ~Psalm 82:3-4
Jason snatched his pack from the ground. Recklessly tossing in his few scattered belongings, he followed behind Casey as close as he dared. Something was obviously wrong and he wasn’t about to be the cause of someone else’s misery. Not again. By failing to take action, you became a contributor to a problem. At least some of his parents teaching had stuck in his head.Read More »
“The worst feeling is feeling unwanted.” ~unknown
“No!” Casey felt the yell rip through her. She felt betrayed, angry to the core and scared to death.
“Casey honey, I know you don’t want to go home. . .” Miz Mariah started to come down the steps, but Casey interrupted her.
“No! you promised I could stay! You said I could live here with you!” She sobbed. “ I don’t want to go!” She turned and ran as fast as she could towards the barn. She could hide there. She heard the footsteps from behind her before she felt the arm go around her waist. She kicked and swung her arms. Her fist connected to something solid and she heard an “oomph!” Her knuckles hurt from the impact. Tears blinded her and she couldn’t catch a breath.Read More »
“Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the single person you though would never hurt you.” ~unknown
Casey and Levi went home with Miz Mariah and Mr. Abel. Levi felt shy around the couple in their own home and he knew Casey did too. She would watch, silent and solemn from the couch where she sat nearly all day with her leg on a pillow, and her bear, whom she had told him was named Mr. Fluffles. She was nervous and jumpy and he could tell that being laid up without the ability to move and run about made her even more so.Read More »
“Speak up for those who can’t speak for themselves.” Proverbs 30:8
“W-what do you mean he’s in prison?” Levi suddenly felt fear for his dad. Just because he had a drinking problem didn’t make him a criminal.
Miss Portia wrinkled her nose with disgust. “Apparently, he was caught shoplifting and when placed under arrest, he resisted.” She brushed at some imaginary lint on her suit jacket sleeve as if she were flicking away the nuisance of this case.
Levi felt lost. And a pity for his dad that he never thought he had rose to the surface of his heart.Read More »
“. . .For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.” ~ Unknown
Levi’s heart dropped into his shoes. He had heard those words before and deadly results had followed them.
“She is running a high fever due to the infection in her leg. I am hopeful since we seemed to catch it relatively early. We cleaned the wound, stitched it up, thirty stitches by the way, and are pumping her full of antibiotics. She is also on a fever reducer as well as an IV drip. She is very malnourished and dehydrated which are not helping her case any. But we are doing all we can due to a lack of parents here to sign the forms. We had phone acquiescence from Child Protective Services who have dispatched a social worker to speak with the young man here as well as Casey, should she be able to do so at any time in the near future. Do you have any questions?”
“What if the infection doesn’t respond to the antibiotics?” Mr. Abel looked thoughtful, to the point of stroking his chin.
The doctor sighed and shifted his feet. He appeared slightly uncomfortable. “We may try a different type of antibiotic, but worst case scenario, we may have to amputate.”Read More »