Well This is Awkward...

7

I sit there, a look of shock over my face, how could Brock be my brother? One of my bullies? How? Why?

I look to him and he smiles,

"So now what? What am I supposed to do? Pack up my bags and go live with you? My bully?" I ask, his smile fades and he looks at the ground,

"I know. I'm sorry." He says, I feel my face getting flustered. I could never forgive him, for what he did.

"I'm going to go tell the guys your up." He says and stands up, he walks out leaving me in the room. I look down to see numerous IV's in my arms and bandages covering them. I lay back, tears brimming my eyes, why was I so fragile? Why did this have to happen to me?

I hear a knock on the door and sit up wiping my eyes, "come in."

The door opens and in walks in the boys and an unfamiliar woman. They walk over to me and surround the bed, the woman looks at me, her eyes red and puffy,

"y/n, this is Danielle." Evan says,

"Ok, and?" I ask getting annoyed,

"Well, I'm going to let Brock explain." He says and walks out,

"Brock, who is she?" I ask, he comes closer to me,

"y/n, she, well." He starts,

"I'm your mother." The woman says, my eyes widen and tears flow,

"Why did you leave me with him? Why did you leave me with dad?" I yell at her, sorrow washing over her face,

"I know honey, I'm sorry..." She says,

"No, don't call me honey," I say and lift up my arms, "these bandages are the cause of your decision! I'm broken, and it's all your fault!"