We walked out to the living room, where the boys were waiting for us. I ended up doing my own makeup and hair, just to save time. I gave them a small smile, and we headed out to the car. I sat in the middle of the back seat, Dom and Emerson on either side of me. Dom squeezed my hand, and whispered in my ear. "Should we tell them? Or do you think we should keep it quiet?"
"I want to tell them, just not yet." I squeezed his hand back. He nodded. I laid my head on Emerson's shoulder just as we pulled up. We all got out and headed inside.
*************A few days later************
I was still feeling a bit sick. I was hungry a lot more, as well.
I woke up that morning, thinking it would be a great day. I rolled over and sat up. I could tell I was going to puke, like normal. I grabbed my phone to text Dom and Alex good morning when I noticed the date. Fuck. I stood up quickly, and ran to the bathroom. After spewing out my guts, I quickly ran to my room and threw on some sweat pants and a t-shirt. I grabbed some flats and my purse and ran downstairs.
"I'm going to run to the store real quick. I just have a few things I want to grab." I told Sebastian, opening the door.
"Alright. But for real, Emma, are you okay? You seem panic-y." He put down the spatula he was using to make french toast.
"Yeah, I'm fine. My anxiety is just up a little bit, but it's okay." I smiled and rushed out the door. I ran the few blocks to the dollar general and immediately headed to the women's section. I grabbed the little blue box and ran to the counter. The man looked at me.
"It's for my mom. She wanted me to pick it up so she could stay in the room away from my dad." He looked at me like I was crazy. I payed quickly and ran back home. I hid the box in my purse, and walked inside. "They didn't have anything I wanted."
"That sucks. I'm sorry. I made french toast. Do you want some?" He walked over to the plate.
"I still feel like I'm going to puke, so I'm going to pass." I headed upstairs to the bathroom and pulled the box out. I peed quickly and did what I needed to. 2 minutes later, I had the answer. How the hell am I going to tell everyone? I asked myself.
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A story for Ma Cherie
Fanfiction16 year old Emma had been living in an orphanage since she was 13. One day, she was in her room listening to her favorite bands, when she was called down to do an adoption interview. She was shocked to see her favorite band sitting in the room. Happ...
