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Chapter Eleven

After Rosie's whole traumatic back story, I couldn't help but wonder what else she has gone through. Her life doesn't seem like it's been as great as I've thought. But I stopped thinking about it at supper when Poppy came running over to our table with Avery. They were laughing and seemed to be getting really close. Matthew had invited Rosie to sit with him but she turned him down saying, "I spend all day with you. Leave a little time for my girls." He smiled.

"Fine. I guess I can do that." He walked away, looking back at Rosie, smiling. He then stared at her the rest of dinner.

That night at the campfire wasn't much different either. We sat around, talked about how our day was, even considering what happened. More questions were asked about who he was and what happens now. Jeremy only re-said what he told us earlier. But after that he played some camp songs and then we headed back to our cabins. It wasn't long after my head hit my pillow that I realized how exhausted I was. I closed my eyes, thinking I was only going to let them rest. But before I knew it, I was hard and fast asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night, I assumed. I couldn't tell what the time was as it was pitch black in and outside of the cabin. I sighed, sitting up. I needed to use the bathroom. I turned the light on in the small, dim bathroom as I closed the door. I I did what I needed to do and left. I turned the light off, re-entering the pitch black room. I closed my eyes for a few seconds so they could adjust to the dark. I felt my way over to my bed, taking slow steps as I went.

I looked over at the window as I saw something move in the darkness. I squinted, trying to see if I could get a better look. The figure moved from the window as the door handle started shaking. Nothing but fear ran through me. What was trying to get in? And was the door locked?

I froze, my heart stopped beating and my breath caught as the door slowly opened. The figure stopped when it saw me. I was relieved as I realized it was only Grace. She was also relieved to see it was only me.

"Amelia, you scared me. I thought you were Grace or Jeremy coming to get me," she said.

"I'm relieved it's only you too. But why would they come get you?" I asked.

"Because I snuck out."

"Oh," I said.

"Yeah. I was with Blake. Um, can you promise not to tell anyone?" I nodded.

"Yeah, of course. If anyone asks, I was asleep and knew nothing about this."

"Thank you so much." She walked past me and to the bathroom. I sighed, laying back down. I was awake now, but there was no telling how much longer there was before it was time to get up. I stared at the bottom of Poppy's bed, thinking.

I thought about home. I longed to be in my bed right now, talking to my friends or writing. I missed my parents and my siblings. I hope Levi and Chelsea don't miss me too much. The last time I left the house to go on a vacation with a friend and her family, they didn't do any of their normal stuff. They missed me so much. But, I guess I was kind of a parent to them for a while.

My parents, after I was born, started fighting more.
My dad started drinking, and abused my mom sometimes but she loved him too much to leave. I started to understand what was going on when I was younger. My dad loved me. So did my mom. They didn't want me to have to choose between them.

Eventually, they started getting counseling and my dad got help with his alcoholism. Then Chelsea came along. After that, my parents were perfectly fine and acted like nothing ever happened. The first few years of my life never happened. It was just one day, I was suddenly there.

But then Levi came along. And the whole thing started again. I was much older then, so I understood more. When I would hear them arguing, I would bring them to my room and we would watch their favorite shows together, even if it drove me insane. I would play games with them, and distract them from the scene that was going on right below us. Again, my parents went back to counseling. And they still go occasionally. However, I think once Levi hits a certain age, they'll get divorced. That way, they won't have to make us choose.

I'm sure they would be happier that way.