All Chapters of Foster: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Though throwing crinkled articles of clothing quite aggressively into a straw-woven hamper is in fact a method of cleaning up, it doesn't seem to be the most effective one. Half of my shots miss and the other half stick the landing on the very rim of the hamper, hanging limply half-in and half-out, much like my will to live. And though the only reason I'm doing this is because I'm considerably pissed off, the results of my efforts are just pissing me off even more. Why can't anything fucking go right?

Close as in we share a bed every now and then, if you know what that means. If I say something, I'll say too much. I don't want child protective services to show up at the front door, even though I'm not a child anymore. But I'm not his daughter legally and yet he's the only one who can sign off to pull the plug if I'm in a coma... that leaves some responsibility to the government. So instead, I'm just nodding. "Let me buy you a beer, Sasha," I open my mouth to reject the offer and yet I can't bring myself to do it... James is asleep and I need a friend — from what I can tell, Scott is as good a friend as any so far. "Not because I want to talk you up but because you look like you need one right no

"I should have defended you, Sasha -- believe me, I know that,"Her lips are plump and her eyes are wide and bright when she finally speaks again — both from the effects of crying, I suppose. She's not crying anymore, is that a quick assumption? The tears have ceased in the very least, though her breath is still uneven and shaky as if attempting to make a recovery from raw sobs. I really wish she'd let me hold her; there's nothing I want more in the world right now. I want her to be in my arms and I want to be able to silence each and every cry and muffle everything outside of only herself an

Before I can stop myself, I make the promise I'm afraid I won't be able to keep — but I know that despite capability, it will be with all of my will and power that I make sure the words ring true. Words of; "I won't let it happen again," -and then she's reaching between her legs and I feel her hand as she shifts back the fly of my jeans and I can feel it even more as she encloses around the bulk of something left at unrest without her and she effectively frees me from my pants. In no more than a moment, she's guided my hand out from inside of her and instead into her open mouth as she shifts herself on top of my eager and standing member... Her mouth quickly closes around the fingers and her teeth graze the skin, I can feel it all, as she embraces me eagerly.

As I'm left alone, I'll have to wait a minute or so until I move to leave, simply because the toilets are in the very direction Scott made his retreat to. If I go after him, it'll be awkward if we meet again, specifically because we've already said our goodbyes. I hate when that happens; when you say goodbye but you're travelling in the same direction — it was even worse in high school; mainly because I hated everyone and wanted to be done with them. It doesn't go that way when you make a joke or two about taking the same exit after having a parting word. Maybe I'm just not the best with social interactions.