Roxy's Present (POV)"That was the last time I saw her. She's now in prison. Olivia was taken to hospital and took us in after she found out that our lives at a foster home was horrible. I almost starved myself to death, the food there was pathetic and they didn't treat us well,"Kyrah looks terrified, yet that's not the entire story. Although it feels good to let it all out. I have never told anyone about my story, no one at all."Do you visit your mum?" Kyrah asks, wiping off a tear from her cheek. "Yes, but she never wants to see me these days, I don't know why," I fight back tears that are threatening to fall. "Since when?" she asks. I better get used to the many questions Kyrah has because I know she has alot of them to throw at me."Three years ago...""What? Why? You mean the last time you saw her was three years ago?" "Yes," I sigh "When I used to go there, it got to a point where I waited for her to c

At the large metal gate we find four guards fully dressed in their uniforms and with guns. They look unbothered by our presence. One of them is a lady who looks like she's in her mid thirties, her facial expression shows that she's probably tired of life or her job. Or even both. Lazily she starts to speak right after removing a toothpick from her mouth."Identification please," her voice comes out rough. We show her our ID's and she takes them, placing the toothpick back in her mouth."Let them through," she yells at the guard with the keys to the gate and spits saliva on the ground. We head to the next gate which is much bigger. How many gates do they have here anyway? Roxy walks ahead of us and a guard at the second gate recognises her."Long time no see woman, where have you been?" he asks, the word 'you' coming out as 'ju'. His Spanish accent is hilarious and I bite my lip not to laugh. He leans over to hug Roxy who dodges him and

Right after I tuck Roxy in bed, I close her door and stand outside where Scott is. We both stay quiet for a long time with the wind blowing my hair to my face, until Scott decides to break the ice."Is she asleep?" he asks without looking at me. "Yeah, I hope she'll be okay. She's just going through alot," I brush the hair off my face."What's her story? I wanna know," he looks at me with eyes full of worry."Are you sure you want to know?" I ask him and he nods. "Not here though, it's quite cold outside, how about we go sit in my car?" he suggests. I agree and we walk slowly to the car and get in. As I explain every detail that Roxy told me, I feel a lump growing in my throat and I begin to sob. Scott looks shocked by the whole story and he moves closer and pulls me into a hug."Hush now," he whispers. Suddenly I remember the weird reactions at the mention of Scott's name in the prison and I ask without

"You look thoughtful, what's wrong?" he asks and I avoid eye contact and stare at the wall by my side. "Roxy, my best friend had a bad day and I am worried about her. That's all," I sigh. "Relax, you pretty young thing, she'll be okay, just breathe in and out and enjoy the moment," he grins at me. I do as instructed and once I breathe out, I repeat his exact words in a whisper more to myself than to him"Enjoy the moment," and I lean back. Out of nowhere Blake softly shouts to no one in particular. "Play some Destiny's Child," "Say what now?" I ask. Immediately 'Say My Name' by Destiny's Child starts playing and I face palm myself."Oh, that. Seems like you only have to speak and everything is done for you around here," I tease. He smirks. "Yeah, it's quite fun you should try it some time. Start with the music if you wish, just say which song you want,"

A few minutes later, I'm still awake and I decide to wake up, so I switch the lights back on and head to the bathroom to take a shower.Scott is coming for me at seven in the morning so I might as well get ready early.After my warm shower, I grab my white robe, put it on over my pajamas and head downstairs to make some pancakes. I like mine fluffy so I take my time while preparing them.A smile curves on my face when I remember that dad loves my pancakes, I know he missed them and he'd be glad to have them for breakfast.At around six, I am done cooking and eating breakfast. To avoid waking anyone up I tiptoe back upstairs, and right before I close my door, my parent's bedroom door opens. "Good morning Kyrah, you're up early," dad says while yawning and stretching his arms."Morning dad, I made pancakes for breakfast. Just how you like them," I smile when his eyes brighten up and without wasting time he's on his way to the kitchen dow