Ashton P.O.V
*What happened to her?* those words echoed in my head. I took a deep breath before answering. "Her mom died when she was 13 and she's been in foster care ever since. She stayed with the same family for 3 years. According to the social worker, Jenny, Tori has gone through hell and back" I looked at the 3 faces that were starring back at me intently. I then continued with the story "Jenny said that Tory wouldn't tell her, her "grandparents" Mary and Albert--they're not her grandparents--they lived next door to her old house, and even her uncle. She said Tory is the kind of person that keeps her feeling bottled up so she won't feel like a burden to other people. Jenny said that she picked me because she felt that I could make Tori open up a little, but she would only tell us when she's ready, and it may take a while", they stared at me after my explanation, "I want to ask you guys to not mention the nightmare to her"
"I promise by all the penguins of the world" Luke said
"I swear by the cheese toasties of the world" Michael said
"I promise....by....er...ummm....I don't know I just promise by sugar, spice and everything nice" Calum said
"OK good' I sat back and relaxed.
10 minutes later
"Hey Ashton?"
"Yes, Mike?"
"Could you take her? My leg fell asleep and I'm afraid she'll have another nightmare and nobody will be there to calm her down"
"Sure" I said as I stood up, "and hey Mike?"
"Yes?"
"You sound like a worried parent"
He blushed a little "What can I say the way she threatened us to let her go or else she would kill us really touched my heart" he with humor in his voice.
I made my way to the back and switched places with him. I put her on my lap and her head on my chest. She smelled of strawberries and cinnamon a weird mix but it smelled good on her. Her arm was hanging limply off of my lap so I grabbed it and noticed she had a lot bracelets on her wrist. I looked more closely at them and moved them around to get a better look of each one *How she hasn't woken up is a mystery to me* I noticed at the top of her wrist a deep white scar, it looked to be a little old; under that I bunch of little scars going down her wrist, some looked old and some looked to be more recent. *She shouldn't harm herself, this isn't the answer, it doesn's solve anything* I thought as I ran my fingers through the scars, tracing them, when she started whimpering. I started to rub soothing circles on her back, but she just kept whimpering. A couple tears where escaping her eyes and she was mumbling something I couldn't understand. I kept rubbing circles on her back and rocking her like a baby, but she just kept going. Her mumbles got a little louder, then I understood what she was saying. "Don't go" "I need you" "Please" "Please" she kept repeating. *I wonder who she's calling for...* I thought sadly. So I started humming a random tune and it seemed to calm her down. Her face was in a frown and after a while all that was left of the nightmare was the tear tracks on her cheeks, so I wiped them off with my thumb.When we finally made it back to the apartment, after a 40 minute drive, I carried Tori in and put her in the bedroom we saved for her.
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Next Morning
Tori P.O.V
I woke up in soft bed with soft sheets. *Wtf where am I? Did I die in my sleep?* Then all the events from the night before came flooding back. *Oh yeah I'm stuck with 4 very immature boys for the next 2 years of my life. My life is just so full of adventures* I thought.. I yawned and did some stretching and sounded oddly like a baby dinosaur and realized I was still wearing the same clothes from the day before.I looked around the room for my luggage. I spotted it in the corner corner of the room, I got out bed and changed into my pajamas. I went back to bed and I just laid there looking at the plain white ceiling thinking of the mysteries of life when 4 boys burst through the door and yelled in unision "GOOD MORNING TORI!" then they all ran to the bed and jumped on it, with me in it.
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Combat Boots ( A 5SOS fan fiction)(ON HOLD)
FanfictionVictoria Brewer lost her mom when she was 13 and has been in foster care ever since. She stayed with the same family for 3 years and got treated like she was a piece of trash, and school wasn't any different. Now, she's 16 and on to her new home. 4...