A new life

19

Y/N's POV

I wake up because I feel my hand hurting again, reminding me of last night's or should I say very early this morning's events. I pick up my phone that I find neatly placed on the nightstand, 7 AM the clock tells me. I have had about 4 hours of real sleep, but getting some more sleep is impossible now. It is something annoying that I have always had to deal with, once I am awake, I am awake and unable to fall back asleep. The pain in my hand doesn't help either.

I find myself still in last night's clothes, the blood still on the shorts I was wearing, I guess those are ruined now since blood is hard to get out of clothes. I find myself a pair of sports leggings and a hoodie.

I walk into the bathroom, the only place where the chaos of last night is still very clear, so I can get out of these dirty clothes into some fresh ones. I decide to walk to Colin and Scarlett's room to see if I can use their bathroom since mine is essentially unusable.

I make sure to knock first, not really in the mood to potentially see them doing weird shit together or whatever. Luckily they aren't and the door is opened by a really sleepy Scarlett still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Y/n, what is wrong? Do you need help?" She asks, her voice raspier than usual, but more awake when she sees that it is me who woke her up. Man, if she wasn't my mom I would have found that voice very hot.

"Sorry. Uhm I need to use the bathroom and mine is still a mess. It's fine if I can't right now I'll just wait." I quickly apologize for the stupid idea.

"Oh yeah, that's fine darling. Just be quiet Colin is still sleeping." She makes space for me to enter the room and I quickly walk over to their massive bathroom.

Getting my old clothes off isn't that hard but getting the new clothes on proves to be harder. As I try to pull the hoodie over my head I get stuck and I accidentally knock over a bottle that was on one of the counters.

"Mom, help," I squeak, loud enough for her to hear me but hopefully not loud enough to wake up Colin.

I can hear her rush in, probably scared I hurt myself more than I already did. But I hear her slap her thighs in a laughing fit. "Mom, some help please instead of laughter." I pout my face which is still buried in the hoodie. But soon enough she comes to help untangle me from the hoodie. I wince when the sleeve rubs a little too hard over my injured hand as I put it through.

"Sorry, darling. Why are you already up?"

"Oh, Uhm I woke up and it hurt so I couldn't sleep anymore. I just wanted to get some fresh clothes on because my others were a little cold and bloodied. Sorry for waking you up, it is early I should have waited a little longer." I say, embarrassed about the whole situation. I mean I am adopted by them for not even a full 24 hours and they already have had to bring me to a hospital.

"Oh, no need to be sorry for that. I get it and I was awake already as well." She then simply states. "Wait here," she says as she walks out of the bathroom. A few minutes later she comes back with some better clothes on.

"Come on, let's go get you situated in a better spot. Maybe get some food in you, you look a little pale." I walk out of the room and down the stairs, I stumble a little and as if I am fragile she is there to catch me if I need it. honestly, it is super sweet, but it is not like I am dying.

"Scar, I am not made of glass. you can ease the caution." I chuckle.

"Sorry, I just don't want to see you hurt. You are my kid after all."

"I know, but I'll be fine. But thank you for caring so much." I say as I sit down on one of the stools at the kitchen island.

Scarlett quickly cooks some eggs for the both of us, accompanied by a cup of coffee. For me, she adds some painkillers as well and I smile gratefully. We eat together in silence, after a while Colin walks into the kitchen.