Little Miss 5SOS

Chapter 25

Blue's pov

"Who was at the door, Liz?" Luke's father, Andrew, asks. Liz steps aside so that I could be seen to the three people in the room. Ben, Jack, and Andrew all gawk at me, their eyes wide. I stand there, stone-faced with my arms crossed over my chest.

"I want answers, please," I say, sitting away from all of them.

"Alright. What do you want to know?" Liz questions.

"Who is Dylan? Why do you think I'm her?" I start.

"Dylan is our youngest child and only daughter. She was kidnapped before she was even a year old," Andrew answers.

"We know you're her because you have that scar and the birthmark behind your ear like she did. Also, you look very similar to Luke, like her," Liz replies.

"What did the scar come from?" I ask, playing with the hem of my shirt.

"Luke stabbed you with a pair of safety scissors when you were five months old," Ben says, "he had gotten jealous that he wasn't getting as much attention."

"If I'm this Dylan chick, then why did I grow up in an American orphanage until I was five?" I inquire.

"When you were about six months old, you crawled out of the house. We didn't realize at first. We just happened to look out through the window and see someone grab and take you. We called the police and they investigated, but ended up just giving up," Liz answers, her eyes getting glossy, "I suppose your kidnappers took you to America and left you at the orphanage."

"Why do you call yourself Blue?" Jack asks me.

"When the orphanage owners found me on the doorstep, I didn't have a note with a name on it. Everyone called me 'girl'. I was sick and tired of it by the time I was five. I decided that since blue was my favorite color, it would also be my name. No one cared enough to argue with me," I reply, not daring to let any emotions show.

"How did the boys find you?" Andrew questions.

"They found me asleep on a park bench and asked me if I wanted to go to lunch."

"A park bench? Why were you sleeping on a park bench?" Ben demands, confused.

I smirk, "You see, when I was five, I named myself and stopped talking. No one wanted to take home a girl who wouldn't talk. By the time I reached age eleven, I was so sick of the orphanage, I ran away. I lived on the streets until the boys found me. So five almost six years. And I went without talking for almost twelve." The four of them were shocked.

"If that's all, I'll be leaving now," I say, not trusting myself to control my emotions anymore. I stand and begin to walk back towards the front door.

"Dylan, wait!" Andrew calls out. I freeze, then turn around.

"Don't call me that. It's not my name," I say, breathing shakily as I struggle to keep my temper under control.

"What are you talking about?" Liz asks, "Dylan is your na-"

"No it's not. My name is Blue," I snap. Then I march out of the house.