Out of My Hands

We finally got contacted by both the youth refuge and the juvenile justice people.  They claimed they had tried to contact me but didn't bother to leave a message on our machine and had my mobile number wrong in spite of me giving it to the police.  They wanted more clothes and stuff for Emily which Kate and I duly packed up last night, and I wrote a letter saying we loved her and hoped she got the help she needs etc.  So I got up early this morning and drove the 200km round trip to drop it off at Wagga.  I spoke briefly to the refuge worker and it was weird knowing that Em was in the house but that I couldn't see her.  I went out and got in the car and was about to ring Kate when a woman came up and tapped on the window.  It was the JJD person and I got out and spoke with her in the freezing cold street.  She made some comment about Emily going to stay with someone's mum and I said it wouldn't be mine as she is 84 and that my parents in law are also in their mid eighties.  She had a strange expression on her face and changed the subject and asked some questions about Emily.  Nobody seems to be communicating, none of them know what the fuck is going on.  She is a lawyer so I wasn't surprised to find out later that she lied to me bare faced, she knew then that arrangements had been made for Phill's parents to pick Emily up and take them to Albury with them.  I found this out later on the phone with Phill.  I was livid and a screaming match ensued while I sat on the side of the road at Bomen.  Here we fucking go again.  She is a fifteen year old totally out of control, with violent tendencies and they are in their eighties.  Noises have been made about her getting mental help etc down there but I've heard it all before.  Apparently she has multiple "serious" charges against her by the police (who also lied) but nobody will tell us what they are.  Even the assault charge is odd since she didn't actually assault anyone, just threatened.  And the police indicated to us on that night that she wouldn't be charged just taken to the refuge but she actually spent that night in "Juvy". 
I am angry, shaky, teary, and mainly frustrated.  I miss my girl but not missing the drama, abuse, violence and all the other crap that comes with her. 
I had to rush home to put Kate on the train this afternoon and Josh and I were so sad to say goodbye.  She has been so wonderful and so supportive while she's been here, and an angel with Josh.  He actually said he had more confidence because of her and her love and support of him and all the time she spent with him.  She knew I was emotional to see her go even though I tried hard not to show it and gave me extra hugs and kisses before she got on the train.  Josh and I are thinking of going over, just the two of us to visit her next month, during the school holidays, if we can afford it.  So Emily is gone, and who knows when she will come home, if at all.  But we will have some peace now and try to regroup and figure out what we have to do.
And now I have to get into serious moving mode, Josh forbade me to do any packing this evening when we got home and we've just been chilling and talking and cooking dinner, but tomorrow I have to get serious.  We will work steadily and take as much stuff as we can to the new house and when Phill gets home on Sunday we'll hire a trailer and move boxes etc and the the removalist will come Monday morning.  We meet the owner at 11 tomorrow morning which will be nice. 
Em never got to see inside the new place.  I will set her room up ready for when she finally comes home, hopefully with all help and supports in place and a plan for her education.  But I'm not holding my breath.