I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?(1)

37) I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?

Tom parked the car outside of the house, but none of us got out. My heart was pounding, and my legs felt weak with anticipation and fear. Rocket squeezed my hand reassuringly, as if he could tell how I was feeling.

“What are you guys going to do now?” Tom asked, turning around to face us.

Rocket shrugged, “We haven’t worked anything out.”

“I think we’re just going to go in there and tell them straight off that we want Rocket here.” I muttered.

“Will that work?” Tom asked.

Rocket shrugged again.

“What if it doesn’t work?” I asked timidly.

“We’ll figure something out.” Rocket insisted.

I nodded hesitantly, “I just don’t want to have gone through all that heartache only to find out that it’s going to happen again.”

Rocket stroked my hair comfortingly, “It won’t happen again.” he promised.

“I am totally, 100% behind you guys.” Tom announced.

“Thank you.” I said.

“Yeah, thanks dude.” Rocket agreed.

We sat there silently for a few minutes. I think all of us were dreading what we were going to be told when we got inside, and we were all afraid of the truth, so we were hesitating. But eventually, the pressure and anxiety of waiting became a little too overpowering, and I felt like I would have some kind of nervous breakdown if I didn’t find out as soon as possible and get it over with.

“Can we just go, please?” I implored. Rocket and Tom looked at each other and searched each other’s eyes for approval. Eventually, Tom was the first person to step out of the car. He strided courageously up to the front door and stepped inside, with Rocket and I following a few metres behind him. I felt like I was walking to my death.

Madison was the first person to see us. She was walking through the hallway, and upon sighting Rocket, she gasped and dropped the cup of coffee she was holding. It exploded from the porcelain cup and rolled in thick streams down the cracks in the laminate flooring.

“What are you doing here!?” she shrieked.

Rocket looked down and said nothing.

“Why have you come back!? HOW!? Did you run away!? Well? Did you!? Answer me!” she screamed, fuming with anger.

Rocket sighed, “I don’t want to go to England.” he muttered.

“How did you get here!?” she demanded.

“I ran away.” he muttered, with his eyes still fixed on the floor.

“You STUPID boy! I’m calling your Aunt, right now!” she turned and reached for the phone.

“No!” I called out, causing her hand to freeze, “It was me! I brought him back!”

“Hero?”

“I went all the way to the airport and stopped him! It wasn’t his fault at all…I persuaded him because I didn’t want to lose him!” not all of this was entirely true. Rocket had started to run away on his own first, but I knew that this could be my only chance at defending him, “Please, don’t call her.”

Madison looked sadly at us, “Rocket…you’re supposed to be in England! We’re not your legal guardians anymore. I don’t know what you expect us to do.”. She didn’t sound angry anymore, but she sounded forlorn.

“He needs to stay here,” Tom piped up nervously “He’s happy here.”

“Happy? Rocket’s behaviour is just the same as it’s always been,” Madison pointed out morosely, “He doesn’t appear to be any different to when we first adopted him, although I’ll admit, he has grown quite close to Hero.”