A brother and a sister.
One is the captain of the hockey team in a small town while the other aspires to be the best figure skater out there. But what happens when they cross paths after a year of being apart, and everything has changed.
One doesn...
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| Third Person POV |
"Calling Out"
13 years ago
A young boy, no older than the age of 15, was sitting on the front porch steps, watching his older foster brother and foster father, throw a football between one another. He hadn't had the courage to go up to either one of them yet, as he was unsure of how to join them. He had been living with them for just over a year now, and he was still afraid of saying the wrong thing or doing something that would make him be yelled at.
He had initially been put into a foster home, where he was the oldest, and he had to be the role model, meaning that he had been yelled at. It had been unusual to Hayden, to have so many children to look after, that were all under the age of 10. He had had a younger brother, that had done the chores with him.
If anything, Hayden was still grappling with the fact that he had lost all of his siblings because he was not old enough. He was still processing the fact that, that night, it could have been him in the car, with their father or mother, instead of all his siblings losing both his parents. Instead of having no parents at all.
But here he sat, wondering whether his other siblings were having such a tough time with fitting in. He wasn't sure where the rest of them had ended up, as he no longer had contact with them, and he had been told by therapists, that for the mean time, it was better that he had no contact. He disagreed, and had put up a fight, in front of his new family here, before he had almost gone selectively mute.
No one had pushed him to say anything about the family he had come from, or anything, as Hayden thought that they were too scared to garner a reaction out of him like he had that day, 7 months after he had lost his parents, and his siblings. All he wanted to know, was that they were okay. That they were being treated with tender care, that would be better than what he could provide them.
He knew, that if he had been left with all of them, he would have cared for them, but he was not sure how he was supposed to stay in school, keep a couple of jobs going, while still playing hockey in the meantime, as well as giving them all the love and care they needed. He knew he would have had Oliver and Theodore to help him, but they too, deserved to have a childhood as well, as did the rest of them.
And if that meant that they were separated, then so be it. But what Hayden didn't know, was that he was one of the lucky ones out of all of them, that gained one of the better foster homes. One that truly loved him and included him, no matter how much he preferred hockey over football or how much he pretended like he felt this was his new family, just to please them.
What he didn't know, was that Oliver was struggling, so badly so, that he never went home to his foster home. He hated it there; the kids, the noise, the set bedtimes, the chores, the sports, everything. He too, had initially been put in a foster home with multiple other kids, where he slotted in with some of the middle children, only being 11 when he was fostered, and turning 13 today.
