Adopted by Gladers

6-Panic

Margaret POV

I wake up at around six in the morning, almost too late for me. I usually take a run in the morning, you know, to lose weight. That's what I decide to do this morning.

I put on pink shorts that the boys got me yesterday. A black sports bra is next, followed by a white shirt. (A/N outfit above) I've never had any running clothes like this. I'll have to thank the boys later. They haven't taken me shopping yet, they must've gone before. Just guessing with sizes.

I quietly head downstairs, trying not to wake the boys. Hopefully I'll be back in time to make them breakfast and claim that I already ate. Dylan is snoring as I pass his room. He is holding a pillow and his large frame hangs off of the bed. I laugh a little.

The kitchen is empty, deserted. It's so weird seeing it like that, normally it's the busiest room in the house. The feeling is so weird. I like the quiet though. Solitude is kind of nice sometimes, especially after all the attention that I've been getting in the past 24 hours.

I debate if I should leave a note or not, and considering these boys, I decide to leave a note so they won't come after me. My hand scrawls out a messy semi legible message that tells the boys that I was not kidnapped.

Boys, (or the responsible one of you) I went for a quick run, should be back by 7:00. Feel free to eat without me, I ate before my run. (Strange right?) Be back soon -Margaret.

I stick it on the fridge knowing that Dylan will probably see it there. Swiftly, I look back into the boy's rooms just incase one woke up, but no one has. As I look into Thomas's room, I see his keys resting on the nightstand next to his bed. I really don't have a way to get back into the house.. My feet tiptoe over to the stand and my hands grab the keys. The multiple keys are color coated, but not labeled. Smart, but unhelpful at the moment. I remember vaguely seeing brown nail polish on the front door and luckily there is a key with dark brown nail polish on it. It has to be the key right? I take it off the ring and place the keys exactly how they were before my temporary crime.

I exit the house, locking the door behind me, and let the run take me over.

A while later, I'm in a street that is unfamiliar to me. I have absolutely no idea where I am, and I have no idea how to get home. Just exactly what I needed at this moment. My watch buzzes on my wrist telling me that it's eight o'clock. I'm an hour late. Oops?

I start walking around, trying to find familiar streets. This isn't the first time this happened. But usually I get driven back to the orphanage by someone passing by me. Or someone calls the police because they don't know where to take me. I don't really have a problem staying calm in these type of situations, it's just the fact that the boys will think they lost me within the first couple of days. That would not be good, they would probably send me back.

That's right. They would totally send you back because you are a worthless piece of crap.

I shut out the voice in my head and keep walking around. Maybe I should just knock on a door...

The house that I chose looks like there would be some kids living there. This means that the owners would help me out because they have kids of their own. There is a basketball hoop with an abandoned ball lying at the base. A blue bike rests against the side of the house and a pink tricycle next to that. Some Barbie dolls lay on the grass left out from the night before. The house it's self is small, quaint. White on the outside with some black brick walls. I would want to live in a house like this when I'm older.

I sigh before ringing the doorbell and taking a step back. A woman in her middle thirties answers the door with a three year old on her hip. Her makeup isn't done and neither is her hair, only thrown in a messy bun.

"Can I help you sweetie?" She asks with a heavy southern accent.

"Hi miss. My name is Margaret. I was out on a run and I am totally lost. I was just wondering if you could tell me where I am so I can call to get a ride."

The little girl squeals in her arms so the woman puts her down. She hides behind her mother's leg.

"Sure sweetie. Let me get something for Bella to eat. Come on in sweetie, just take off your shoes and follow me."

My shoes are slipped off and my feet carrying me to the kitchen after the mom. She sets down a plate of waffles and strawberries for Bella. She offers me some, but I politely turn down. She gets me some tea anyway.

"Alright honey. Why don't you call your folks up now. We are Great Heights Lane."

The phone rings four times before he picks up. "Hello?"

"Dylan. I went for a quick run and I-I got lost. I'm in Great Heights Lane. C-can you pick me up?" I stutter.

"Well shit Margaret. You're like five towns away. Thomas will come pick you up in twenty minutes okay? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. A nice lady welcomed me into her home while I wait. Would you like to talk to her?"

He responds yes and they talk for about ten minutes. I watch Bella as she eats. She makes airplane sounds as she puts the fork to her lips.

Another ten minutes later, Thomas knocks gently on the door and I hold Bella's hand as we open the door.

Thomas's hair is messy and greasy like he ran his hands trough it too much. He obviously was stressed because he is breathing faster than he would normally.

"Margaret, you had me so worried. The guys and I panicked when you weren't back when promised." He engulfs me in a hug.

"Sorry. Thanks for everything." I say to the woman and her daughter.

We arrive back at the house and the other two boys hug me from either side.

This is how I know that this is home.

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Ello! I honestly don't know what happened with this chapter. Bit of writers block.
Alacazzam