Alec Pov
I came home from school riding my bike with Laf.

Johns dad picked him up today.
I don't know why though.

Anyway, Laf opened the door and I went in.

I saw my service officer.
The one that moved me from family to family...
what's she doing here?

"...whats happening?" I asked, putting my bag on the floor.

Martha looked at me with tears in her eyes.

I backed up slowly.
"N-no. T-this isn't what I think it is." I choked.

Laf looked shocked.

"Y-you wouldn't do this to me." I said in utter disbelief.

Martha smiled at me, tears running down her face.
I let out a choked sob.

"WHY?!" I shouted, starting to cry heavily.

"N-no please. Not again. Not again. Please." I cried, leaning against the door and sliding to the floor.

I curled in a ball and whimpered. "Why? Why?" I whispered repeatedly.

"Alec listen," My service officer said, putting her hand on my back.

"A-Am I going back to Peter? Or Mr.Jay? Or The Rey-"

"No Alec, come sit down with Martha, George and I. We'd like to talk to you." She said softly, trying to calm me down.

Well
fuck
you
too then.

I'll run away.
I'll live on the streets. I
ain't fucking going back to any of those hellholes.

I wanted to say that.
I didn't.
Instead I said, "O-okay."

George told Laf to go to his room and I knew Laf was going to listen. Or at least try to.

I sat down on the couch trying not to fucking break down.

This has been the worst, yet best week of my life. Only because of John. And because Martha and George decided to be assholes.

I hate it.
I hate everything.
I hate everyone.
Excluding John.

I hate George and Martha.
I thought they cared about me.
I really did.

It's my fault though.
I got attached.

I can't believe it.
I can't believe they'd tell me that they cared and then throw me into the dirt.

I sniffled.
"Alec are you listening?" My stupid jackass service officer asked.

"N-no. And I don't really plan to either. Just get to it already. Can I just get my stuff now and you'll throw me in the next foster family? I just want to go."
I said, staring at the floor.

"No, Alec listen." She said.

"I don't want to.." I muttered, fiddling my hands.

"Alec do you know what George and Martha are allowed to do if you're under their foster care for six months?" She asked.

"they will finally get to kill me?" I mumbled.

"What? No. No, they never get to do that. Anyway, they would be allowed to adopt you." She said.

"Way to rub it in my face lady." I growled.

"I get it alright? You don't need to spell it out for me Alright?
I didn't last.
I didn't last the six months and they're already fed up with me. It's not like anybody would ever adopt a bastard orphan like me.
But don't worry, I'm used to it." I said.

"Are you gonna put me in one of those group homes or somethin? It's fine. As long as they don't beat me or anything. Maybe I'll see Crutchie and Jack again." I said, muttering the last bit.

"No, Alec, George and Martha want to adopt you." She said.

"W-what?" I said, coughing loudly.

"They want to adopt yo-"
"It's only been a month and a half!" I exclaimed.

"They decided to plan it early. Six months and it'll go to court. You'll be a son of George and Martha, and a brother of Laf." She said.

I looked to Martha and George, who were both crying.

"I-I..." I choked.

I broke down.
I was fucking
done.

I cried and said things incoherently as Martha and George hugged me like their lives depended on it.

"And this is why I love my job." My service officer said, packing up her things.

Laf came out of his room and hugged me as well.
I sobbed.

I've always wanted this.
Adopted.
It'll be completely official in six months.

Six months and I'll actually be in a real family.

One that loves me.
My god.
What did I do to deserve this?