Dirty Little Secret (Murphamy Highschool AU)

A New Home?

Murphy POV

I was actually shocked how short a time I was stuck back in the "Ark Orphanage for Young Boys".  You see, my father died in a car crash when I was thirteen. I was at this wilderness survival camp-thing, and I got sick, and the camp told my father that it was in his best interest to come collect me. It was during that big storm we had not that long ago, the one where half of the state was flooded and we were all forced to go to those shelters. Well, the main storm was over, but a follow up storm was raging, and while my father was driving, a bolt of lightning hit a tree, which fell into the street, right in front of the car. You can guess what happened from there. When my mother finally picked me up I knew, I knew that she was different. It was the look in her eyes, the look that she had nothing left, the hopeless, endless, black. It was of little surprise to me that, on the day I turned 15, I walked into my home after school to find my mother hanging from a ceiling fan. I called 911, but I knew it was already too late. In two short hours all of my belongings were packed and I was sitting in the back of a dark police cruiser, on my way to the Ark. That's what we call it anyway, we is myself and the other inmates... sorry "young boys." I found my first foster home not too long after I arrived, a nice couple who were too scared to have kids of their own. I think they kept me the longest, you see they finally decided they were ready and she got pregnant, and I was sent back. I went through twelve homes in twelve months, not that that surprised me. I was cursed. Anyway, I was just sent back after the last family decided they wanted to move to Las Vegas, without me. I didn't care, they had a dog that kept biting me, even though I was always nice to it. I arrived back at the Ark, two days before I turned 16, and on the day before I received news that a family wanted to adopt me. So, my last day of being 15 was spent on the five hour drive to Connellsville, Pennsylvania. When we finally arrived it was already 5:30 in the evening, and the little suburban neighborhood was full of kids running around as their parents tried to get them to come inside for dinner. It was sweet and All- American, and I knew that it was going to be interesting adapting to a place with such an obvious change of pace compared to the big city. The car finally stopped outside of a reasonably large house at the end of a cul-de-sac, which oddly enough, seemed to connect to matching one on the opposite side, so they sort of made the shape of an infinity sign. Anyway, we, myself and Mrs. Cartwig, my caretaker, exited the car and walked up to the door of the house. Mrs. Cartwig pressed the doorbell, and we waited and listened to the sound of walking inside. The door swung open, and they stood face to face with a boy who looked around my age. He was tallish, with longer, shaggy, dark hair.  "Can I help you," he asked, his face twisted in confusion. " My name is Mrs. Cartwig, are Mr. and Mrs. Collins home?" " Who is it Finn?" came the voice of a sweet sounding woman. Seconds later, a woman with the same dark hair as the boy, Finn, and a tall muscular man with sandy hair came around the corner of the hall. " Oh! I'm so sorry, I forgot that you would be coming today. We have the room ready, though," said the woman. " Why don't you come on in?" said Mr. Collins. We all walked into the house, and went down the long hall of pictures following the progression of the boy, Finn, I remembered. I stopped short when I saw what looked like a 10 year old Finn dressed as Peter Pan for Halloween. "John" I looked up when he heard Mrs. Cartwig call his name, "Hurry along, you will have time to get acquainted with the house once we have finished with you paperwork." I continued along the hallway and stepped into the kitchen where the three adults and Finn were seated on stools around a large granite island. I took a seat at the only open stool, between Finn and Mrs. Collins, who gave me a reassuring smile. "Now there are some small details we need to discuss and then......." Mrs. Cartwig's voice seemed to fade out as I took a look around the house. I looked through the doorway to what seemed to be a living room, and I could see a piano and several sofas. The entire house seemed to be full of photographs, of Finn, family photos for holidays, birthday parties, pictures of Finn at school functions with his friends. He seemed to be a popular kid, and I noticed that he had what looked like the same group of friends in every photograph. There was this one boy with dark skin and dark, shaggy hair that really stood out to me. He had a nice smile, and deep brown eyes. "John" I was shaken out of my thoughts by the sound of Mrs. Collin's voice. "What? Sorry," " Its OK Hun, I was just asking how you felt about starting school in a few days, the new year is almost ready to start. You are going to be a sophomore right?" "Yea, that's right" I responded, wondering where she was going with this. " I was just making sure, because I have to register you at SkaiKru High, that's where Finn and his friends go. Anyway, you're 15 right?" she asked me. " Yes, well at least for a few more hours...." I trailed off, realizing what I just said. " Your birthday is tomorrow!!!" Mrs. Collins exclaimed. " We had no idea. You know, we could combine your welcome party with a birthday party!" She seemed way to happy about this. Although, so do the other two members of the family. Mrs. Cartwig just looks smug, although I don't know why.  "Well, that's all of the paperwork. I think I'll be going now." Cartwig stood, and she shook both Collins' hands. "If you have any questions or problems, feel free to contact me at the Ark." " Thanks, but I think we will be fine." replied Mr. Collins. Mrs. Cartwig was walked out by the Collins, leaving me in the room with Finn, as they had a hushed conversation. "So, what happened to your parents? If you don't mind me asking." Finn asked. " No, it's OK. My father died in a car accident, and my mother was never the same, she killed herself the day I turned 15, so I guess I'm just not used to the idea of parties. None of my foster families kept me for longer then a month." " I'm so sorry, I can't even imagine what that was like." " Yea, I've learned to live with it. So... You got a girlfriend?" I asked. "Yea, a girl named Clarke Griffin. You dating anyone? Someone from your last home?" I grew slightly nervous, this sounds like the conversation that got me kicked out of home number six. " No, I've never had a girlfriend, but, um, I, well..." I began to stammer. "Are you OK?" " Yea, its just, um, I'm sort of gay." It seemed like hours from when I spoke the words, until Finn responded. "OK." That was it, nothing big, just two letters: O.K. " OK?" "Yea, I don't have a problem with it, neither do Mom and Dad." I felt myself start to breathe again. "Mom and Dad what?" The Collins parents were back. "You guys aren't homophobic," Finn responded. Both parents' eyes shot towards me. " I'm going to take a guess and say you had a problem in a past home?" "You could say that," I really didn't want to get into it. " Listen, why don't you take John back to his room, Finn, your father and I have some things to discuss before tomorrow." I hesitantly raised my hand. " Excuse me, but, did you say my own room?" " Of course," Mr. Collins responded, " It's not like we don't have the room." "Oh" I guess that did make sense. "What? Did you think we were going to make you live on the couch?" Mr. Collins asked. "Well... I mean..." "Wait, you mean to tell me that someone made you sleep on the couch? Who? Which foster parents?" I hesitated, what would happen if I told them. Well, what have I got to lose. " All.... of them" The looks on all three of the Collins' faces shocked me, it was concern. " Well, that stops now," Finn said, " You have the room next to mine." I can't believe they care this much since they just met me, but I felt even more shocked when I realized what was on my face;  a smile. " I just want to thank you all for this." I said. " But can I ask for one thing?" "What's that Hun?" asked Mrs. Collins. " Can you call me Murphy? Its what my father always called me." They shared a look, and for a second I was scared that I was going to be back in the Ark soon. " Whatever you want, Murphy." Mr. Collins said, with a budding smile on his face. I turned around to hide the smile on my face, and I walked down the hallway and up the stairs after Finn, and turned into the bedroom that he pointed into. I looked at the first bedroom I've had since my parents died, and for the first time I felt completely safe.  

***** Authors Note*******

So.... I can't believe that I actually wrote this much. Since Murphy just moved in, the next chapter will also be his POV, the next one may be as well. However as soon as Bellamy enters the picture, it will start switching between the two. I'm going to update as much as I can.... But you know how life is.