Foster Troubles

Chapter Twenty- Four

I woke up to find Mike sitting at my desk, staring at me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Apparently I was suppose to wait here for you to wake up, and meet everyone at the diner. Then we're going to the movies." Mike answered. "So wake up. I've been here for at least an hour." I went to the bathroom, and washed up. I changed into a marune pencil skirt, and a strapless white Lacey bustier crop top. Then I dragged myself back into my room, and put on white vans.

"Why didn't you just wake me?" I asked, as I did my makeup, and curled my hair. I parted it down the middle, and put on a flower crown.

"I didn't want to wake you, so I let you sleep." He answered.

"Did I mention you're the best kid ever, and thats why I love you?" I smiled.

"Bunch of times." He grunted.

"Next time, just wake me." I said.

"I'll keep that in mind." He laughed.

"Okay, babe, let's go." I said, grabbing my brown cross shoulder bag. I put my arm around his shoulder, and led him out of my room. We walked to the diner.

"Where's Bri?" I asked him.

"She's at the diner, with everyone."

"Did you two do anything last night?" I asked him.

"Maybe?" He blushed.

"Did you use protection?" I questioned.

He nodded, "It was so awkward. My first time, her first time. We did it before I called you." I laughed.

"You're adorable. You told anyone yet?"

"Just you. I don't know if Bri has." He answered. "Have you done it with anyone?"

"Me? No, not for a while." I said, showing him my promise ring.

"Do you know what happens?" He asked me, and I started dying.

"What kind of question is that, Mike? Yes I do, remember I used to get raped." I said.

He flushed with embarrassment, "Oh, I forgot, sorry." I shook my head.

"It's not your fault, don't apologize." I said.

"Did it hurt you?" He asked.

"It became almost a daily thing for him. I hated it, I wished I would've died, but you know, I had it in for much worst."

"You okay?" He asked me.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. My life is dangerous, I don't want to get you caught in my situations." I said.

"I'll be there for you no matter what, Mila. You're like a big sister to me." Mike said.

"Thank you, baby. I love you, little one." I said. Mike was a few months younger than me, the youngest of us.

"You, too, you can always count on me." Mike said, giving me a hug. We walked into the diner. They were already eating breakfast. Mike and I ordered some pancakes. We sat in a booth, just the two of us, and then Steph joined us.

"Hey Mike!" She cheered.

"Hey, Steph." Mike said.

"This kid is like the little brother." Steph said. I nodded, in agreement.

Mike laughed. "It's always me."

"Of course, you're the baby." Steph smiled. "Don't feel bad, kid."