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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 9:30:58 GMT -5
"CARROTS? REALLY ERIN?"
Erin smirked at Mikey. "Veggies are good for the tummy, kid. Here, dip them in ranch." she poured a small puddle of it onto his plate and he grumbled as he plopped down in front of the tv. Erin chuckled and began flipping through another case file of a couple interested in adopting Mikey.
It all started 4 years ago.
Erin had been right out of college and working at a foster care agency as a social worker. Little infant Mikey came in during her first week. Even though he was so young, he'd already been in 4 different foster care homes because he was a difficult baby- he had been born in jail to a mother addicted to crack cocaine, and he was a nightmare since he was addicted to it, too. But Erin fell for him instantly and offered to take him home until they found a suitable foster family.
Four years later and there still wasn't anyone good enough for him. Erin wanted Mikey to have a fresh start over anything, she wanted a couple with a suitable house, plenty of money, and maybe just one other sibling. This family already looked no good- they had three cats. Mikey hated cats.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 9:55:40 GMT -5
Tristan was sitting as patiently as he could manage in the CPS office watching this moron in front of him rifle through a shit load of papers. The paperwork looked like it had been written up by a three year old. She clicked her tongue and glanced down and then peered at Tristan over the rim of her glasses.
"Well...Mr...."
"Shamien," He practically growled at her, his arms were crossed and he was glaring. Two years ago this woman would have already been laid out on the floor.
"You son has been transferred quite a few times within the past four years..." He growled.
"You lost him," Tristan sneered and then stood up. The girl looked up at him and gulp.
"No no...that is definitely not the case." She set down the paperwork on the desk. Tristan flattened his hands down against the wood and leaned forward.
"Where is my fucking son?"
"Mr. Shamien, you need to sit down and calm yourself. We have everything under control. Your son is in a stable and loving environment." The woman said, trying to passive the large towering man in front of her.
"Where the fuck is my son!?"
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 10:20:40 GMT -5
((hahaha! Oh god))
Maybe she had blurred the line too much by taking Mikey in as both her caseload and her foster son but even THIS couple was awful. They already had five kids and lived in a 2 bedroom that seemed smaller than her apartment.
Stupid welfare people wanting more benefits.
Mikey laughed from the couch at Sesame street and Erin stood up to begin dinner.
"AIR CAN WE GET A DOG?!"
"Mikey, use your inside voice," Erin replied, and then shook her head. "And no we can't, this apartment is too small."
"Let's move!"
Erin chuckled. The truth was, Erin didn't want to attach Mikey more than he already was, and a dog would be a nail in the coffin. Plus she was waiting to get a puppy when Mikey eventually had to go.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 10:51:57 GMT -5
((I know, he is PISSED))
Tristan glared as he took the slip of paper with the address from the woman with the glasses. "Never keep him from me again." He growled and then grabbed his bag from off the floor and stormed out of the office. One out in the street in front of the building he hopped onto his bike and yanked his helmet down onto his head. He knew where this address was, it actually wasn't far from where he lived.
A few minutes later he was at Erin's door, ringing the bell. He tapped a hand against his side with his left hand and smoked a cigarette with his right. He'd been out of prison for a total of six hours.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 11:51:23 GMT -5
"What the...?" Erin looked towards the door but Mikey was already at it, opening it up.
"Who are you!" he demanded, and Erin was there a second later, scooping him up and looking at Tristan.
"Can I help you?" she held Mikey closer, giving Tristan a nervous look.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 12:02:28 GMT -5
Tristan definitely towered over the both of them. He knew it and he could see that she was nervous. He licked his lips and took a step back from them. She was a young girl holding his son, and he could see that she cared about him.
"Yeah. I'm Tristan Shamien," he said and then turned to flick his cigarette out to the street. "I came to see my son."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 12:19:56 GMT -5
"Your..." Erin cleared her throat and set Mikey down back in front of the television.
"Stay here." she mumbled to him, and she stepped outside, shutting the door behind her.
"Mike's dad is in jail." she replied, crossing her arms over her chest and giving him a hard look.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 13:02:44 GMT -5
"Serving a four year sentence right?" Tristan said with a smirk, He sat down on the conrete flat ledge of the stoop and crossed his arms. "I got out today." he explained.
"I get to have supervised visits," he dug out a file from his pocket and held it out to her.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 13:50:04 GMT -5
Erin didn't sit down, and glanced at the paperwork, then back at him. He was Mikey's dad.
"Mr. Shamien, you really should have called. Stopping by is very inappropriate." she handed him back his paperwork. "I'm trying to find Mikey a real home. A real family. Your presence will complicate things."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 13:53:10 GMT -5
Tristan stood up, "Excuse me? I'm his father. There will be no finding him a home. I'm his home." He said sternly, looking down at her, blue eyes glaring. "I didn't give up my fucking rights to him. He's mine." He said coldly and he meant it. That was his boy in there. His son, his blood and he was going to raise him and take care of it like he promised.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He pointed at her. "It's your fucking fault I wasn't here this morning. I had to go down to fucking CPS to get your address cause he wasn't at the foster home he was supposed to be in. He's never been where he was supposed to be!"
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 14:06:30 GMT -5
Erin cleared her throat. "I'm his case manager. And his foster caregiver for the past 4 years And frankly, your anger Mr Shamien, is completely uncalled for. If you are interested in getting him back, schedule chaperoned meetings and talk it over with CPS. Cussing me out does nothing but keep your son even farther away from you."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 14:36:42 GMT -5
Tristan wanted to punch her right in the mouth. He knew too well what that felt like, smashing someone's teeth in.
"Why did I never have your fucking address before?" He growled at her. He was already instantly pissed off at her. Something fishy had gone on here. He glanced at the window when he saw the curtain move, he saw Mikey staring at him with wide blue eyes. Tristan licked his lips and then looked back to Erin.
He could see she was doing this to protect Michael to keep him safe. "You can't keep him. He's got my eyes," He said to her a bit more calmly.
He turned to walk away, taking the steps quickly.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 15:25:49 GMT -5
Erin sighed and went back into her house, locking the door firmly behind her and then going back over to check on dinner.
"Who was that?" Mikey asked, hovering at her legs.
"I don't know." she figured they'd both find out soon enough though.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 15:29:37 GMT -5
The next morning, not so terribly early but still at a normal hour there was a knock at the door. Tristan was once again outside, he glanced at the window. Maybe they weren't home? He would rather do this in a halfway offical way. Cops, authority figures, people like that rubbed him the wrong way. If this girl was in the room it would be a supervised visit right? He knew they started on the wrong foot and he'd brought a bag of bagels to maek up for it.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 15:36:01 GMT -5
Erin had been in the shower and didn't hear the knocking.
Mikey, however, peeked at Tristan through the window.
"AIR. IT'S THE GUY AGAIN!"
Erin swore and threw her robe on and opened up the door. "You are supposed to CALL first!" shit. She still had shampoo in her hair.
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