Chapter 1
Wade Wilson was a lot of things, okay? Sure. Adults always talked about how weird and obnoxious he was. Other kids called him a freak to his face. His imaginary friend Jimmy liked to remind him he was a stupid, unlovable foster kid.
(he wasn’t on speaking terms with Jimmy)
But what Wade Wilson was not, was a snitch.
The six year old pup got in trouble again at school and was waiting for his case worker to come pick him up. The young blonde kicked his legs in his chair, playing over the ‘incident’ that had happened in the bathroom earlier.
See, these stupid boys in his class had smuggled firecrackers into school. Wade had tried telling them not to blow them up in the bathroom, because as awesome as that would be - one of those stupid boys was in the same foster home as Wade and would get sent away if the teachers found out it was him.
Which, of course with Wade’s luck, a teacher had heard them arguing and opened the door to see what was happening. His so-called foster brother, who was holding the backpack full of firecrackers, thrust it into Wade’s arms.
So now the pup sat by himself, since he refused to admit the fire crackers belonged to anyone and instead pled the fifth. He saw it on TV once.
But apparently teachers didn’t believe in the constitution, so they blamed everything on Wade.
Whatever, he’s always had to look out for himself anyway. Since becoming an orphan, Wade never stayed with a foster family for very long. The pup learned early on that you have to just take care of yourself in this world.
A few minutes later the door opened and he couldn’t help smiling at seeing his favorite Beta, his case worker.
“Hey Scott, how’s the day treating you?” the boy asked, well aware this stunt probably made his day worse.
“Well Wade, I had to spend a chunk of it doing paperwork to rehome you, so not really great. Especially since I have to take you back to the orphanage, since Judge Hill doesn’t have any adequate placement for you. Why didn’t you tell the principal the truth Wade? I know you don’t have access to fire crackers…”
“You don’t know that…”
“Yes I do, just like I know you won’t snitch on who really did it. Especially since Tommy stopped me in the hallway and told me everything,” the Beta said with a raised brow, hands on his hips as if he expected Wade to suddenly confess.
But like he said, Wade Wilson may be a lot of things - but he wasn’t a snitch.
So he sat quietly, even when they met with the principal and Scott tried to get him to confess and especially on the car ride to the orphanage. He didn’t have any belongings at the foster home, which was a decent one, so Scott was able to just drop him off there.
Not without a pep talk and promise he’d find ‘the right home’ for him.
But Wade knew.
He was unwanted and unlovable and no one would ever want him.