My boys

Chapter 2

June's POV

After I was thinking about my siblings, I started to wonder off and eventually I fell asleep and skipped dinner. I woke up the next morning and felt a pain in my wrists and ankles. I pulled up the sleeve of my flannel up and saw rope burns. They were purple and a little blue. I pulled my sleeve down and slowly walked over to the door and opened it. All of a sudden someone popped out of no where and scared the shit out of me. The person fell on the floor with laughter as I just rolled my eyes seeing that it was Aiden. When he was done laughing, he got up and patted me on the back saying, "Got ya!" I barely smiled as he kept on awkwardly looking at me. "You don't talk much do ya?" He asked and I just shrugged. I thought I talked a lot, but then again I was mostly around my siblings.

"Well that's alright kid. If you need anything just ask, I'm right down the hall. Oh, and I'm sure Cameron would just love to help you too." Aiden said as he wiggled his eyebrows at me while saying the last part. I tilted my head at him as Carter came down the hall from his bedroom and put Aiden in a headlock while he said, "Aiden, leave the little lady alone. She may not want to be bothered after what happened last night." Carter let go of Aiden as they both went into the living room and started watching TV.

I heard a door open and I turned around to see Cameron with a towel wrapped around him and he had wet hair. My eyes widened as we locked eyes and I started blushing. I mean, wow. Just wow. He is so hot! How come I didn't notice this before?! My eyes slowly went down to his bare tanned chest and abs. My eyes trailed back up to his brown eyes as we stared at each other. I heard coughing behind me as I broke eye contact with Cameron and looked at Aiden who was smirking like an idiot. "You may not be a talker kid, but you do stare a lot." Aiden said as he chuckled. Carter hit him with a pillow as Cameron said, "Oh shove it up your ass, Aiden." Cameron walked into his room as I walked back into the room I was staying in. I sighed as I ran my hand through my now tangled, wavy, blonde hair. I sat down on the end of the bed and just thought. What am I going to do?

I don't want to go back to the orphanage. When I'm at the orphanage, I feel unwanted. I feel miserable. No one has adopted me yet much less my siblings and we have been there for two years! If no one has adopted us yet, then we probably won't get adopted at all. I don't want to hope that something will happen when I know deep down inside me, that it won't really happen. I don't want to get my hopes up and then get disappointed or let down like I always was. Not again. Not like last time. But I do really miss my siblings. I miss getting into trouble with Blue. I miss Kian being so overprotective when I like or even mention a boy. I miss annoying the crap out of Ashton. Man, she used to get so mad!! It was so funny. But it used to be and it was. Things has changed now. Parents are dead, Kian, Ashton, and Blue are older, I ran away, and now I'm in this mess. I literally have no where to go. If the boys don't want me here anymore and they throw me out, I will literally have no where to go.

The knock at the door interrupted my thoughts as the door opened and Carter walked in. "Hey kid, I gotta talk to ya." He said as he took a seat next to me. "I'm in charge here and I, well, just wanted to know where ya live so I can take ya back. It's dangerous for you to stay here with Eduardo and everything."

"I-I'm an orphan."

He stayed silent until he looked in my eyes. "If you don't mind me asking, how?"

I sighed knowing that I will have to tell him sooner or later since I'm staying here at the time. "My parents wanted to go out on a date night and so they did. They were on their way home and a drunk driver hit them and they died immediately. My two older brothers, older sister, and I were all sent to an orphanage. They don't feed ya a lot, only lunch and if you're lucky, you get dinner too. But my siblings snuck out and got food often. They never let me though because they said it was too dangerous since everyone was literally fighting each other. I ran away because I couldn't take it there anymore. The kids were really mean too. They really liked to pick on me a lot, I guess. I don't know why or what I did to them, but they make it seem like if they don't mess with me every day then they will all just die from it! That is another reason why my siblings are so protective. So I finally had enough of it so I ran away and the next thing I know, I woke up on someone's front lawn."