Ok now I was really frightened.  I said the worst he could do was put me in jail.  I take it back the worst he could do is…  He could put us back with…  

“Your mother.”  He stated dryly with little expression.  Kyla beside me gasped, while I clenched my jaw and hands.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Spencer and Aiden’s eyes widen.  I refused to give away any sign of fear.  But my heart rate picked up.  And an ache was starting to grow from my chest.

“Were going to do what we can to get in touch with Christine.  Till then you will go about your lives.  It shouldn’t take long.”  He said turning his back to us and walking over to his desk.

“Once we find her.  You’ll most likely be put back into her care.”  Was said in a neutral voice showing that he knew nothing of our past.  

“He can’t do that Ashley.  He just can’t!”  Kyla said in a soft broken voice.  Tears were starting to form on her eyes and she looked so small and young.  I wanted to comfort her and tell everything was going to be alright.  I just couldn’t find my voice.

I blinked my now heavy eye lids and felt a stream of silent tears the most sad dripped down my face.  My breath caught in my throat and horror stories known as my mid childhood went through my mind.  

My mom stumbling in drunk at two in the morning.  Her and her various boyfriends slapping me for no good reason.  My slow spiral towards my own self hurt.  Partying till three in the morning coming home stoned and wasted just as bad as out mom.  Random sex with various guys and girls.  Theft, robbery, vandalism.  All things I am not proud of and one of the main reasons we needed to leave.  

He can’t send us back.

I took in all the memories trying my best to keep a strong hold.  I’ve kept in all my hurt and pain for almost eight years.  I couldn’t break now.  Now that everything was finally catching up with us.