Adopted By Who?

Tour?!

*a week later*

I've gotten really comfortable with the guys. Especially Tony. I mean, he's my dad now. The guys make sure I don't go anywhere near water, too. I appreciate it because I'd have a heart attack if they kept taking me to the beach. They still don't know about my eating disorder, though. Half of me is glad they don't know and the other half wants me to tell them.

Vic caught me crying about my parents a few days ago, too. Actually, that's what I'm doing right now, minus Vic walking in on me.

I clutched a picture of my parents on their wedding day, my mom's baby bump was barely showing. They looked so happy. Happy to be married. Happy to have a baby girl on the way. Happy to spend the rest of their lives together. Happy to be in love. Happy to be alive.

I muffled a sob with my sweater sleeve. They were so good to me. Why did they have to die? Why? They didn't deserve it! Why did they insist on going to that god damn wedding? They hardly knew the people! Why did I not appreciate them enough?

A tear fell onto the photo. I quickly wiped it away before it ruined the photo paper. I put the picture in the box and sobbed into my knees.

It wasn't fair! All the other kids had a mom and a dad! And here I was, an orphan. I didn't want to be an orphan. God, I hate that word! That word basically defines me and gives everyone a green card to give me pity. I don't want fucking pity! I want my fucking parents back!

My mom was pregnant with my baby brother! I was going to be a sister. I lost my parents and potential sibling. God, I lost everything that day!

I started angrily pacing my room. Good thing the guys are at the studio. I was angry. Angry at the world. Angry at the fucker who crashed into them. Angry at god for taking them away from me. What kind of god does that? Takes an eleven year old's parents away from them. I was angry at the doctors who didn't save them. I was angry at myself for being angry. I hate this! I hate not being able to go to my mom for this! I wish she was still alive!

She's dead. And she's not coming back. Accept that. I sunk to the floor as I finally realized that my parents were not going to be coming back to me. They won't come knocking at the door and hug me tight telling me the story of how they had to fake their deaths. They won't call me one day and tell me they're okay. They won't do any of that. Because they're dead. Six feet deep. Gone. Never to come back.

I screamed into the floor before I passed out from exhaustion.

*three hours later*

"Kaylen, wake up. We need to tell you something."

I groaned, "Go away."

I heard Tony sigh, "Come on, please?"

I rolled away from him. "Fine, we'll do this the hard way," he said then picked me up bridal style and carried me downstairs.

He sat me on the couch. The guys were staring at me, "What did you guys want to tell me?"

Vic sighed, "We're going on tour next week."

Tour?! Awesome! Why is he all upset about it? I smiled, "That's awesome!"

Mike nodded, "Well, yeah. But there's one problem. This tour is going to go into part of the school year."

"Either you miss half of the school year and come on tour or you stay home alone for four months," Jaime said.

"I really don't want you to stay home by yourself for that long, but school is important. You have a few days to make your decision," Tony added.

"I'm going on tour." Did they really think I would go to school?

"Are you sure," Mike asked.

"Duh."