Can't you hear me now?

I can hear the rain hitting my window and it helped me relax. I have had a few nightmares this week. I keep waking jup crying. I keep thinking about what that old woman, Mrs. D was her name. Well it was what e were told to call her. The last dream I had was of her hitting me with the attitude adjuster. Yup, she had this four -foot-long wooden spoon and she would use it to hit me and Jacob. When she wasn't using the attitude adjuster it was a long switch from a tree in the back yard she made Jacob get himself. I could just be sitting their being quiet and playing with toys and she would accuse me of giving her a dirty look. As if a small child could do this. She would say I was evil because I never talked. She said God must have been angry with me and took my voice. She was very religious. I dont even know what religion could be this cruel. In that dream while she was spanking me with the attitude adjuster Jacob was trying to get her to stop. He told her whatever I did to mak

Mrs. Carter has a driver, he is a tall dark and a scary looking man, and he answers with grunts. He kinds of reminds me of Lurch from the movie Adams Family. He is a nice guy though and apparently has been working with the Carters for a long time. His name is David; he has a small house in the forest and stays there until one of the Carter's calls for him. We sat in the back of the black limo; Jacob was talking to Mrs. Carter. “Sweetheart what do you need the most” Mrs. Carter suddenly asked me. I looked up like I was thinking about it then told my brother what I'm interested in and the things I needed the most. 'Umm, tell Mrs. Carter, I really need more jeans, matching under clothes and some new sweater because it will be getting cooler soon' I told this all to my brother while looking at her.

             After one of the best days, I have ever had they are going to spring bad news on us, I just knew something was going to happen.            “Kids I have something important to tell you and I don’t want you to be upset, and please hear me out before you get mad at us” Mrs. Carter was looking worried, like we might attack her or something when she give us this bad news. I gave a look of unknowing to Jacob and he returns the look back to me. We have no idea what the Carters are going to lay on us?             “You cannot have a birthday party” Mr. Carter blurted out with a hint of uneasiness.            “What Richard means to say, we won’t be celebrating your birthday

Chapter 8 * MOM POV *             I was so worried the kids would rebel and just run from us. Well, there is still a chance that might happen but for now they were still listening to Richard and I trying to explain what happened with the surrogate human. That women infuriates me, I hate her with a passion, she took the two most precious gifts I ever had away from me. I never got to see them being born, their first smile. All their first were taken from us all because she was a greedy, uncaring, nosy, hateful, and worst of all a human. All she ever cared about was her money. The only reason she was excited for the twins was because she would get double the payment.            It was never the money that bothered me it was the fact she was so greedy about it. During her pregnancy she kept trying to get money from Richard or mys

Chapter 10                I excepted who our parents were and have had a wonderful time getting to know my family as a real family and not just foster parents. I can understand why they kept it a secret for this long. Wanting to make sure we were the right kids and all. Jacob has had me mentally blocked for three days now. I’m still not sure how he learned to block me if he has always been able to or just now learned how. Mom and I have been communicating using our new phones. We went shopping on Monday and mom got us the newest android phones. They are awesome. We must have over 3 thousand texts in just the two days we have had the phones. We got Jacob a phone as well, but he won’t open his bedroom door. So, I left it outside his room.             I don’t know why we never thought of using text before. It would have been nice not to have to