My Perfect Adoptive Family

Clean Slates

Everyone sits in a circle around Ross and I. Stormie enters the room, along with Mark. "What's going on?" She asks sweetly.

"I wanna be alone," I whisper to Ross.

He rubs my back, nodding. "She wants to be alone," he declares.

Deep sighs escape everyone's lips as they stand up. Riker stays sitting, staring at us. "Ella, please tell me what's wrong," he begs.

"Tell him," I mumble.

Ross sighs deeply. "She knows that there are certain things wrong with her, but she can't move on without admitting it. But there's also a lot that happened in the past that she feels is her fault," he says quickly.

"Dad" nods. "Ella, we just want to help you. You don't need to be scared of any of us," he says as he reaches out. I flinch as his hand rests on my arm. "Ell, you got a clean slate when you came to live with me."

I trace the veins on Ross' arm. "I know.. but I've been blamed for so much, I can't just let it go," I whimper.

Riker shows a small smile of satisfaction. "Like what, baby? You're doing great," he says softly.

"I-I've been accused of causing people's deaths or driving them to do drugs or drink. I've been blamed for putting people in the hospital, when everyone knows I couldn't hurt anyone, even if you were the person I hated most," I cry and bury my face into Ross' chest.

Ross rubs my back and kisses my head. "That was great, babe! You said so much, and I'm so proud," he whispers.

Riker pats my back. "Get some rest, you seem like you need some." He says before leaving.

"Ross," I whisper after calming down. He looks down at me, raising his eyebrows. "Is it okay if I sleep until tours over?"

He laughs quietly. "No, bab-"

He was cut off by everyone running back in the room. "Where's your phone!?" Ryland yells

I climb onto my bunk, grabbing my phone. I read through a few of my Twitter notifications, my tears starting up again. Ross snatches it out of my hand. "No," he growls as he hands my phone to the others.

"If everyone on social media agrees with me, why cant I do it?" I sob into my hands.

Ross crawls over, resting his chin on my legs. "Because we can't lose you. You can't leave us like that, Ella. We love you. I love you," he whispers.

I shake my head, taking a deep breath. "I get that you're trying to cheer me up, stop lying to me," I huff.

He pushes me back on the bed, climbing over. He kisses me wildly, yet passionately. He grips my thigh, rubbing it as he pulls my leg around his waist. He pulls back slightly. "Stop saying I don't love you. Stop saying I'm lying about loving you. I love you more than life itself," he mumbles.

"Okay, that was super cute but gross," Rydel laughs.

Ross nonchalantly rolls his hips against mine before pushing himself up. "When we get to Texas, we'll be in another hotel. So like two days. Are you guys sharing a room?" Stormie asks.

"Yepper," Ross smiles shyly as he hands me my phone.

I put it under my pillow before turning my attention back to everyone. "Okay, Ella get some sleep. and please try to stay off your phone or at least Twitter." Selena begs.

I nod, running my fingers through my hair. "I'm gonna stay in here, to make sure she doesn't go on her phone." Everyone walks out besides Ross. I feel my heart flutter as he sits next to me. He gently cups one of my cheeks before kissing me slowly. I adjust myself before leaving back in the bed. Ross climbs over me, not breaking the kiss. "Moan for me," he says in my ear hungrily.

I moan into his ear as he sucks on my neck. "Ross," I gasp as he grabs my boob.

"Shh," he kisses my lips again. He makes his way down to my chest and back up. He pecks my lips a few times before laying next to me. "Goodnight, beautiful," he whispers.

I sigh, disappointedly. "Night."

He wraps his arms around me. "I love you," he says as I bury my face in his neck.

"I love you too," I mumble as I wrap my leg around his wait.

When he thinks I'm sleeping, I grab his 'package'. He shudders underneath me and attempts to ignore me. I slide my hand onto his thigh and up his side before tucking it underneath him. "Teasing bitch," he mutters.

"You love me," I giggle.