They gave me my phone, which I immediately looked for texts from Roy on.
I'm sure he was so mad at us.
Nothing.
I scrolled through my social medias, seeing continuous posts about him.
Most of my friends families even sharing his wanted ads, now everyone knew.
I locked my phone, not wanting to think about the amount of sympathy everyone was going to give us when we got back.
Just as I found a movie on the tv that I was interested in, Calum walked in the room calmly.
I didn't start the movie, because I knew he wanted to talk.
"Care to talk?" He spoke swiftly.
I nodded, motioning for him to sit, which he did.
"I'm sorry that I haven't gotten the chance to properly introduce myself-" "I know who you are" I shrugged to him.
"I'd like to-" "you're the man that's taking my little sister from me and sending me God knows where." I told him.
"That's absolutely not what's happening here." He spoke firmly.
"And I'm sorry that that's how this was all explained to you, but believe me when I tell you that the last thing I was here is to separate you and your sister." He told me.
I stared to him.
"I realize that you and I have not bonded the same way that your sister and I have, and I am sorry about that." He spoke to me
"But I would like to start getting to know you, and even not really knowing you- I'd like to extend an invitation to you to be fostered by me and potentially adopted if that's something that you one day want, but either way I do not want you two separated, no one wants that." He seemed genuine.
"But Irwin told me that I could only live with you guys if we could get along-" "Ashton might have came off a bit more harsh because of the circumstances at the time, but I promise you, that isn't intended." He spoke calmly
"This isn't a rash decision that anyone is making, we want you to trust us and we want to be able to trust you. We want a connection with you, but we know this isn't going to be easy for you. The invitation is open and will stay open for you, if something happens and you can't find it in yourself to trust us, then there will be no hard feelings, but we will figure out that step when we come to it." He told me
This sounded too good to be true.
Four random ass doctors wanting to adopt us? Without even knowing us?
"So what do you guys need, a tax break or something?" I shot to him.
"Ben, we don't need anything." He spoke to me.
"I care about your sister, which means I care for you and I want to help you both." He spoke quickly.
I laughed to him lightly.
"I don't know if you just brainwashed my sister into believe you with all this 'I care for you' bullshit, but I don't believe you, I know you're gaining something from this." I told him firmly.
His knee bounced lightly and he looked away from me.
"I can tell that I'm agitating you, and that's not my intentions." He spoke.
"You're not agitating me." I spat back to him.
"Ben" he cleared his throat
"You don't have to believe me right now, but you will see that I truly care for both of you and just want you both safe and together." He stood as he spoke.
I laughed in response.
"Tomorrow morning we will bring you and your sister together to talk, we were going to do it tonight but we don't think your sister will wake up. Police officers are bringing you guys some clothes from your house, they will also be staying outside of both of your doors all night. Luke will be on call all night, so he will be checking on you, but if you need anything I'll be in Briley's room all night-" "who is Luke?" I asked.
"The tall blonde-" "Hemmings?" He laughed at my question.
"Yeah- that one" he smiled to me lightly.
He put his hands in his pockets as he cleared his throat.
"When can we leave?" I asked.
He looked to his feet.
"Your sister requires surgery on her hand, which is scheduled two days from today. She will need a week or more of recovery here and then we will release her with appointments for physical therapy." He told me.
"And me?" I asked.
"We will likely hold you as well until your sister is released." He told me, making me slowly nod.
"Do you need anything right now?" He asked me.
"Not anything from you"
